He told him he wasn't going to let him die. He lied.

Dylan knew what it felt like to feel alone in the world, and knowing that he couldn't save Cal would leave Ethan feeling this way was eating him alive. He was the last person Cal spoke to and he didn't deserve that luxury, he felt he was stolen it from the person who truly deserved it.

Cal had been taken to the morgue. He went to the staff room to pick up his things, but upon seeing Ethan collapsed, crying on the floor as his friends failed to comfort him, he couldn't bring himself to enter.

Cal had been in bay 4. Dylan felt as if he was to blame for the tragic scene that unfolded before him.

The rain battered down relentlessly, but he didn't care, almost in a trance, still wearing Cal's blood on his hands and shirt, he left the ED.

Dylan stopped suddenly, thinking he had heard someone shout his name, he turned to see the pool of cal's blood still by the side of the building.

What if he had turned around sooner?

Dylan fell to his knees. Grateful the rain was masking his uncontrollable sobbing.

"I'm so sorry, I promised you I would save you and I failed".

Dylan panicked as he realised the deceased man's blood was still on his skin, He wiped his hands on the gravel to the point he was sure all the blood was his own.

He wasn't sure how long he stayed there. Sat on the floor, hands red raw. Staring at the bloody scene, hoping he would wake on his houseboat and go to work to see cal flirting with a patient.

Dylan felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Charlie.

"Come inside Dylan, please, you're freezing"

"I found him Charlie, right there, I must have missed something, it's all my fault". The older doctor sobbed.

"You're the best Doctor I know, please, we need to get those hands looked at. It wasn't your fault Dylan".

It was a relief to feel like someone cared about him, although he didn't feel he was deserving of his concern. Eventually the two men managed to make it into the ED. The staff were crowded around the reception desk and turned to see the broken man being guided to cubicles. It felt so wrong to see Dylan such an emotional wreck.

Charlie checked him over, thankfully he had managed to avoid hypothermia but his hands had to be bandaged up. Dylan had stopped crying. Instead he just stared at the curtain, feeling empty.

He had a visitor. It was Ethan.

The two men stared at each other, neither knowing what to say. Until they both broke into tears again.

"I'm so sorry Ethan, please forgive me" Dylan stuttered.

"It wasn't your fault Dylan. I wanted to thank you. You were the last person he spoke to Dylan, I want to know what he said".

Dylan composed himself, knowing that this would be difficult for Ethan to hear but he was grateful the young doctor didn't blame him. He took a deep breath and answered Ethan's question.

"He asked if you were ok".

Ethan broke down once more, realising that he was his brother's dying thought. Dylan caught Ethan under his arms to stop him from collapsing to the floor. The screams caused Charlie to return, opening the curtain he sat behind Ethan, reassuring him and doing his best to convince him everything would be ok.

However, all three men knew it would be a long time until either of them felt ok again.