For some reason, the reviews aren't showing and I've had a few, I remember one asking if I could write about Will, so here's my attempt at the Will one.


The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter

Will sat on a park bench, in a faded pair of jeans and his NHS hoodie. He felt like a fool, Fenisha had taken him for one, as well as his best friend. He was angry at them both.

"How could they?" He thought to himself, taking a slug from the bottle of beer he'd brought with him, it reminded of his uni days, he, Ethan and Cal all hung out, he and Cal would chat up the girls and Ethan would stay in his room and study. He took a slug again, this time, it burned his throat, he welcomed it. He needed, no, wanted to feel pain. He'd punched Ethan, that had left him feeling satisfied, until Jacob and Iain pulled the two warring doctors apart and Connie had warned them to stop act liking immature kids.

Will had scoffed and walked away, finding himself sat on this park bench. He'd be the first to admit it, wining and dining women wasn't in his forte. But Fenisha was special, she was feisty, gutsty, he liked that in a girl.

His phone rang again and as he glanced down at it, he saw "Ethan" on the display screen. He hadn't just missed the call, there was messages too.

"Mate, let's talk"

"I didn't know the baby was mine. "

His hand clenched in to a fist. Ethan sounded like he was desperate for Will to talk to him.

His hands opened a new text as he typed "Get lost, Ethan" But that was childish.

With a sigh, he exited the park, and crossed the road, not noticing, due to his alchol fuelled state, that a car had driven right in to him, sending him in to the road. His head cracked on the pavement as the driver stepped out.

The driver stood, staring at the casualty.

It was Ethan. He'd unintentiolly knocked his friend over.


Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think, I enjoyed writing this.