AN: This literally started as an entirely different story. Originally I was going to just rewrite "Medusa," but I had no idea what to do. So, I did this instead. Wow, second story of the summer, my second of Royal Pains, and my second this week!

Oh, I know that a lot of people want me to continue with "Pancakes," but I don't think it would be that great if I did, so I'm just going to leave it. If anyone else wants to continue it, I don't mind if you post a sequel!

Evan groaned as he got up from the couch, about to get ready to go to sleep. He gave his older brother, who had fallen asleep on the couch, a noogie.

Heading to the kitchen, Evan began to feel dizzy. He gripped the counter top, and waited a couple of seconds before collecting himself. Evan poured himself a glass of water, but the dizziness hit him again, and he dropped the glass.

Hank woke with a start to the sound of breaking glass, quickly throwing the covers off of him and finding his brother eyeing the mess. He turned on the lights, seeing Evan look up, bothered by the sudden change from dark to light, and shielding his eyes.

"Evan, how did you even manage to do this?"

"I don't know, I just dropped a glass, is that a crime?"

Hank looked at his brother and rolled his eyes. He sighed and searched a closet for a dustpan and a broom.

"Don't touch the glass," Hank warned as if Evan was a child. But Hank knew, even though Evan was not a child, there were moments when he acted like one.

"Aw man," Evan mumbled as Hank made his way back with a broom.

"What's wrong?"

"My foot's bleeding a little."

Hank brushed all of the glass away from where Evan's feet were, and then stayed in the crouching position to examine his foot.

"It's barely bleeding."

"But it's enough to require a Band-Aid."

"Take a paper towel and put some pressure on it."

Hank finished cleaning the glass and got rid of it. He walked over to his medical bag which was placed on the table, and got out a couple of bandages.

Evan's hand went to his head as he felt some pain, caused by the earlier SCUBA events. He began to feel dizzy again, so he shut his eyes.

Hank walked back to where Evan was, and saw his brother, obviously in some pain.

"Evan? Are you alright?"

"Uh-huh," Evan grunted. Hank ran back to his bag and pulled out a penlight.

"Ev, I think we may have underestimated your concussion."

"How come it didn't give me problems all day until now?"

"Maybe it did, and you just ignored them. Open your eyes." Hank flashed the penlight into Evan's eyes, but didn't notice any abnormalities.

"Do you think that girl Mindy likes me?"

"She wanted to go get a drink with you, didn't she?"

"I think she thinks I'm cute. She's cute, too."

"We're not staying in Cuba forever."

"It's alright, she's from…she told me, but I don't remember."

Hank would have been worried if he hadn't known that Evan was often forgetful. "You let me know if you feel worse, alright?"

"Alright. Can I go to sleep now?"

"Sure, but I'm going to have to wake you up every couple of hours." Hank put some bandages on Evan's foot, and helped him up.

"Sorry, that'll probably ruin your night."

"Yeah but if you had been more badly hurt, that'd ruin it even more."

"Aw, that's cute."

Hank laughed and the two brothers made their way down the hallway, ready for a long night.