The secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 347.

Huntington's disease

As Ethan sat with only the dark glow of the laptop, for light as he typed the dreaded word, in to a search engine, he reflected on how he came to know about the word. As Cal hit him with the bombshell, their mother wasn't their real mum, she had been a stranger that had adopted them, as their real mum couldn't cope with two young children.

But Ethan now knew that wasn't true. She'd had no choice but to give them up as an unknown disease was slowly crippling her. She didn't want her boys to see her in pain. Emile had loved him, and Cal, or Steven as he was then known.

Ethan shut the laptop lid, refreshing the symptoms of the disease in his mind.

Difficulty sleeping. Of course he had difficulty sleeping, he'd been plagued with nightmares about his brother dying. Scared. In pain.

Tremors. He'd not experienced them yet.

Depression. He'd been depressed since Cal.

Reading up on the disease was making him feel depressed, it was bad enough he had to live with it.

Getting out of bed, he decided to go and make himself a cup of tea, he headed to the kitchen, but tripped over something. Picking it up, he saw it was one of Cal's footballs.

Ethan knew it was Cal's way of saying even though he wasn't here anymore, he was still around.

Making himself a light supper of tea and toast, the toast halfway to his mouth, he felt his hand seize up

"Not now, " He thought to himself. He couldn't move his hand.

Ethan fell to the bottom of the stairs. And there was no one there to save him. He left his body that night to be with Cal.

Concerned, that Ethan hadn't turned up for work, the next day, Charlie went to check on him, using the spare key the lads had given him.

"Ethan?" He called, making his way through the flat. "Ethan, it's Charlie. "

He stopped when he came to the stairs. The younger man's body was battered, possible dislocations, a bit of slobber dribbled down his mouth, a pool of blood by his head. Charlie knew it was too late for him. He got a blanket and put it over the man's body, and then called Duffy, and emergency services. They took Ethan away.

The funeral was hard, they were burying another doctor, almost to the day, they'd put his brother in the ground. As Ethan's coffin was lowered on top of Cal's, Duffy's hand found her husbands and she squeezed it gently.

"At least they are together again, " She whispered.

"Yeah. " Charlie replied, looking up to the sky, where two ghostly figures were watching down below.

"We are together now, Charlie. " Cal whispered. He looked to his brother. "He's stuck with me for eternity. "


Thank you for reading. I'm sorry if this isn't exactly what the prompter wanted.