Disclaimer- Don't own Royal Pains... duh... but hope you enjoy anyway... PLEASE RR...

"You can't just run away from your problems!" Evan shouted as Hank started to run. Evan watched in a kind of hopelessness. "Can you blame him for trying? " Divya said glancing at Evan. Hank knew Evan was right; he was trying to run away from his problems.

He couldn't forgive his father, no matter how hard he tried! He was the eldest, responsible for Evan. Even when they were younger. He understood so much more than Evan did back then; understood what Eddie was trying to scheme. Abandonment hit him so hard, in a way he couldn't forgive or forget. He was the oldest! He had to care for Evan and their sick mother! How can the one man that was supposed to hold the family together be one of the reasons it fell apart.

But...he was going to apologize to his father tomorrow anyway, even if he didn't mean it. Evan still needed to have some semblance that their so called 'family' still had a chance of pulling through. Hank shook his head and dug his feet into the gravel, determined to power through a long run.

Despite how hard he was thinking, he didn't see it coming. Didn't even have a chance to scream. The pain was excruciating, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Lucky for him he didn't have to endure it too long, blurry faces appeared before darkness consumed his body like a veil of numbness and unconsciousness took over.

"HELP! Someone call 911!" Evan screamed in blind panic, running to where the still figure of his brother lied. Time seemed to be in slow motion as his feet pounded the ground in a desperate attempt to get somewhere faster than his legs would allow. Evan dropped down next to Hank faster than anyone thought humanly the few meters to come to right up against Hank's back. Evan moved his hands to roll him over, then stopped. Should he do that?

His brain didn't seem to process anymore than that because his hands just hovered over his brother's body and he stammered out gibberish, looking for words that would make the situation more bearable, less real.

"Move out of the way!" A women screamed, carrying a professional looking gladstone. Evan didn't seem to precess her words as he made no attempt to listen to her. She huffed in annoyance before shoving Evan back, making him fall back before barely catching himself. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!" Evan screamed. Who did she think she was just coming up thinking she could treat my brother!

"Will you stop asking questions! I'm Boris's new concierge doctor. NOW PLEASE BACK UP AND LET ME DO MY JOB!" She yelled, her hands roaming over Hank's unresponsive form. I was about to question further till the sound of Hank's groaning reached his ear.

"Hank, my name is Dr. Emily Peck. I would really appreciate it if you could stay awake for me please." Hank moaned as squeezed his eyes shut, managing a nod. "Okay, Evan. It is very possible Hank may have tore his femoral artery. Put you hands halfway up his thigh and press as hard as you can. Do not loosen your hold or he'll bleed out." She sprouted off gently rolling Hank on to his back and gently prodding his chest.

Evan was trembling as he interlaced his fingers and pressed down on Hank's leg. Blood pooled over his hand as Hank screamed in pain. The sound brought tears to my eyes and I pressed even harder, seising his scream with a strangled whimper. Though it probably took about 5 minutes for the ambulance to arrive, it very well could've been years for Evan.

Soon EMTs were swarming around Hank. Fitting a mask onto his face and lifting him off the ground and onto a board. Tightening the restraints a wrapping a tourniquet tightly around his upper thigh. Order were being yelled at everyone he couldn't really make out any of it. As they lowered Hank onto a gurney and loaded him in, he ran to join him in the back. An EMT held out a hand to stop him, "Family only sir." "I'm his brother," He said dazedly climbing in the back as the EMT shoved him in a corner. The ambulance jerked forward and they were off.

Hank was unloaded and doctors and nurse ran and grabbed on all side of the gurney, jogging to the OR doors. Evan sprinted after him only to be stopped by a nurse telling him he could go no further. He lost it; right then and there. Leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor in a miserable heap.

Tears streaming down his face and falling onto bloody hands. It felt like lifetime before a nurse came and escorted him to the waiting room. Soon the room filled with people, Divya who had to drive behind, then Jill and the new doctor, followed lastly by Boris. My blood raged through my veins and I felt my face heat up in anger. This was Boris's fault and I lost it once again.

"How could you! Hank cared about you! Do you know how many hours he worked to get you your stupid doctors to meet and help you cure your stupid disease! Now you go off and hire a new doctor? Who managed to put Hank in the ER! What were you thinking? Hank cared for you and you stab him in the back! Or in this case hit him with a car!" he screamed, not caring about the scene he was causing or the shocked expression on Boris's face. Fortunately Boris never got to reply, because as he opened his mouth to respond a doctor came in. "Lawson?"