"Come on. Stay with me. Please." Cal begged as he performed chest compressions on someone as their heart flatlined.

Connie was on the defibrillator and Charlie stood by in case he was needed.

"Charging, 150. Clear." Connie warned as Cal stepped back. The body jolted as Connie pressed the button. No output still. Cal quickly continued chest compressions.

"Charing again. 150. Clear." Connie repeated as Cal once again stepped back. The body jolted again but they were still struggling to revive the casualty.

The kept going for forty minutes, still refusing to give up on this casualty.

"We're gonna have to call it soon." Charlie spoke softly in Connie's ear.

"He's lost so much blood." Connie whispered. As she looked at Cal. "He's losing more blood then we can get in." Cal looked up at Connie as he kept performing compressions.

"No! We are not giving up. Get me 10 grams of adrenaline." Cal demanded but no one was moving. "What are you doing?" Cal almost snapped.

"Cal-" Connie placed a hand over the trolley onto Cal's arm as she was interrupted by Cal.

"We can't give up." Cal gritted his teeth in anger.

"He's gone." Connie continued as she lightly gripped Cal's arm. Cal slowed down on chest compressions, looked down at the casualty then back at Connie. Tears forming in his eyes.

"Time of death 21.06." Connie confirmed the death as Cal stepped back slowly removing his gloves. He threw them to the side then stormed out the room with Charlie and Connie watching the door then looking back down at the deceased as he laid there with shirtless and with a tracheal tube:

Ethan.

Just a short chapter to get things started. Don't worry, this is the first chapter. I'm just being a bit creative but yes, this story, it will a bit upsetting as I want to do something different so I apologise in advance. I will understand if you may not want to read it as it involves a much loved favourite suffering a bit, but I will try and promise to lift some spirits throughout the story.