Ethan x Casey Fiction - Short Stories & One Shots

Without You - Part Two

Warning: Includes (discussion of) death, pain and heavy sorrow. If you are easily upset by death, please stop reading here and I will be back soon with a happier fiction. If you really wanted to read it, and are now sad you won't be able to, I send my deepest apologies and hugs to you. Thank you for your support, it means the world to me and keeps me motivated to keep going and creating new content.

POV: Ethan Ramsey & Narrative.

--- Narrative ---

"Casey... It- It's Ethan.... He's taken a turn for the worse. It looks like he might pass away. Tonight."

Her blood ran cold at those words, the grip she had on her phone gone as it fell to the floor and she bolted out of the apartment. No. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't happening. Not now, not today, not to him. She ran the short distance from her shared apartment to Edenbrook, running through the halls to Ethan's room in the ICU. She froze outside as she looked through the window, doctors and nurses crowding his bed as they tried frantically to resuscitate Ethan. She placed her hand on the glass, tears streaming artfully down her face.

"Come on Ethan, please, pull through. For me. For your father. For... For us. You can do it please."

Her voice was but a whisper as she continued to cry as she watched the scene in front of her. For a moment it looked hopeful and her tears stopped as she held her breath. But then a different emotion overtook her as the doctors and nurses stopped trying. Looking at each other with sorrowful looks.

"No. no. no. they can't stop trying."

Casey mumbled to herself as she fumbled with the door handle and entered the room. Hearing the words she never wanted to hear.

"Time of death. 11:56PM"

No. He... He was gone. Sobs wracked her body as the sound of pain left her body with every cry. Her tears were now like that of a waterfall as she pushed through those crowded round his bed. Leaving wet footprints on the floor. Her feet were numb from running through the snow in just socks but that didn't matter right now.

"No. Please. Ethan wake up! Show them you're okay. That you're playing a silly prank on them. I know how much you secretly love those. Though this would be a sick prank to play right now Ethan Ramsey."

Her hand cupped his face, thumb stroking over his stubble as she pressed her lips into a thin line and blinked back some tears. She didn't notice her among the crowd of people as she looked through the window, she was too focused on her boyfriend. But she turned around upon feeling a hand on her shoulder. It was June Hirata, tears of her own shining in her eyes. Okay, so her and Ethan disagreed a lot, but that didn't mean she didn't respect him as a doctor. Casey let go of Ethan for a little bit and hugged June, the two sobbing into each other's clothes. Admittedly June's clothes got way more soaked than Casey's, but that was to be expected. She had just lost her boyfriend, who she loved so much. So deeply. She knew secrets that we're just between herself and Ethan, which made them special to her. They had so much planned out for the next year of their lives together. Trips around the world, weekend getaways to hotels nearby. But now Casey would be tasked with cancelling it all. She couldn't go now. More importantly, she didn't want to. Not without Ethan.

"Casey. Where are your shoes? Your feet are soaked!" June exclaimed, looking at the floor.

"They don't seem to matter when you're told your boyfriends dying." Casey smiled weakly.

June nodded understanding, "We'll um... leave you to.. have a moment, whilst we continue to try and get hold on his father." she said barely above a whisper, filing out the room behind the last of the staff in the room.