Hi all! So so so so sorry I didn't upload this earlier. It's been a long and busy day and tomorrow, well today now is going to be worse. Aaaaah! But thank you all for the reviews on my last chapter. I was hoping it would be emotional or dramatic enough.

Anyway, on with the last chapter!

It had been nine days since Ethan was admitted, he was making good recovery since his beating and cardiac arrest. He had a severe concussion, broken ribs and a punctured lungs with internal bleeding but he survived miraculously. Everyone from the ED had managed to visit him but Honey and Cal were his frequent visitors.

He was sitting in a side room watching some films Cal lent him on his laptop when Honey walked in.

"How's my Court Jester?" She smiled. Ethan shut the lid down on his laptop and smiled back.

"Police came to speak to me earlier. Bonnie was the one that cut my cars breaks, they've confirmed it." Honey said. Ethan exhaled deeply, partly from the pain and partly because he and Honey managed to escape death once again.

"We must be running out of lives now surely." Ethan chuckled.

"When you came to the flat you knew who she was straight away." Honey was now sitting on the side of the bed.

"Did I?" Ethan asked. He was having trouble remembering that day. Honey nodded in reply.

"What's your history with her Ethan?" Honey was curious. Ethan let out a deep breath and explained everything to her.

During Honey's visit, Ethan had fallen asleep so Honey kissed him on the cheek and left the room quietly. About an hour later Cal walked in. Ethan began to stir.

"Sorry Nibbles, didn't mean to wake you." Cal said softly.

"Nah it's okay, I wasn't really sleeping." Ethan lied.

"Just brought you some grapes and some new pyjamas. You always wear those blue ones." Cal smiled holding the bag of grapes and separate bag holding Ethan's clothes and placing it on his bedside table before sitting on the edge of Ethan's bed sighing.

"Cal? What's wrong?" Ethan asked. Cal's face had sadness written all over it.

"God Ethan, you have no idea how close I was to losing you, in fact I did lose you." Cal's eyes watered.

"What do you mean?" Ethan was confused. Cal didn't tell Ethan his heart stopped beating.

"When you was admitted, your heart stopped for 40 minutes. Connie wanted to stop 15 minutes in but I didn't listen to her, I hoped that you would come back to me and you did thank God." Cal's eyes were streaming with tears. Ethan's eyes too were watering.

"Why didn't you tell me this?" Ethan asked.

"Because I didn't want it to seem real." Cal was facing down at the floor. "I didn't want to say or think that my brother was dead for a period of time."

"But Cal it's fine, I'm still here. You can't get rid of me that easily." Ethan smiled trying to lighten the mood.

"Wouldn't be able to if I tried little brother." Cal smiled back.

"Cal? Do you know what happened to Bonnie? Did the police arrest her?" Ethan finally remembered about Bonnie.

"Honey not tell you?" Cal asked.

"Tell me what?"

"She told me that Bonnie aimed a gun at you but then aimed it at police so they shot her." Cal answered. Ethan's mouth opened in shock.

"Oh." Was all Ethan could say.

"Sorry Ethan, I know you was quite close with her once upon a time."

"Ah don't worry about it now, I've got Honey and you." Ethan started to smile again.

"Jesus how hard did that guy hit your head?" Cal laughed, Ethan tried to laugh to but his ribs still hurt.

"How about when you get out of here, we will rent a couple of DVD's and have some brother time?" Cal asked. Ethan hesitated before finally speaking:

"Only if I pick the films, these Bruce Willis films you gave me to keep me occupied are rubbish." Ethan replied causing Cal to chuckle.

Yep Ethan was back. Cal thought as he smiled at his brother.

And that is where I end this story. Sorry this chapter is a bit cheesy in some stages of it hehe but it's also nice that I expressed different emotions throughout the story all together.

Once again: big massive thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favourite the story and my profile, means a lot.

Time to find inspiration for another story now!