1Divya Katdare had no time to be sick. With all the clients HankMed had acquired lately, she'd barely even had time to breathe, let alone have trouble breathing. However, as much as she tried to explain this to her respiratory system, it still insisted on choosing today to cause her problems.

She should have seen this coming. She'd been far from perfect health all week, but there hadn't really been any symptoms, just a miserable fog that settled over her body. Now, she would've given anything for that fog to be back, if it would only replace the horrible cough and muscle pains that had made their presence known when she woke up that morning.

Sighing softly to herself, Divya sank gratefully into the driver's seat of her car. She was not thrilled that she had been dragged away from her warm bed, just to end up informing their newest client that HankMed was not a dental practice and could do nothing to help his toothache.

A beep from her phone signaled that she had another message from one of the Lawson brothers. She groaned and lifted to her eye level. A staff meeting? Today of all days? It was hard enough to try to put up with Evan when she didn't feel like her head was going to implode.

Headache, muscle pains, cough, fatigue. The symptoms were too common. Too vague for her to diagnose herself, at least without doing tests.

The guest house where the Lawsons stayed came into view, and Divya sighed, collecting herself and making a feeble attempt to rub the pain out of her temples. If Evan acts like himself today, I swear Hank will have to patch up his own brother.

Slipping out of the car and into the driveway, she groaned when the heat from the Hampton's hot sun beat down on her already burning forehead. She rushed towards the guest house, and more importantly, the air conditioning, hoping against hope that she'd somehow missed the meeting. With a company of three, it was highly unlikely, but it was such a satisfying thought.

The doorframe came into view and she grasped it tightly, tired from the short walk over. That was new, but probably nothing to worry about. Stress, she decided. Sometimes, she was just under too much stress.

Snorting at herself, Divya thought about what she would have told one of her patients if they gave her an excuse like that. I'm just under pressure, I'm not sick at all. She'd heard it a thousand times. Reluctant patients that were only receiving the care they need because of rightfully concerned relatives.

"Okay, so the purpose of a staff meeting, Divs, is to actually meet. Not for a third of the staff to hang out outside the conference room."

"Conference room?"she questioned tiredly, not really caring to know how he responded.

"The kitchen. Didn't anyone get my memo?"

Rolling her eyes, she sent a sent an amused look at Hank, who was sitting at what she had no doubt had recently been designated the conference table, before dropping down next to him.

"Just wondering, but what exactly do you take to keep from killing him?"

He laughed and passed her a copy of the freshly copied agenda that Evan had typed up.

"Trust me Divya, if I had something to make him seem somewhat bearable, you would be the first person that I would prescribe it to."

The younger Lawson brother cleared his throat, and looked pointedly at them until they quieted their chatter. Divya's eyes began to droop. Now that her mind was free to wander again, her symptoms were brought to mind forcefully, and it was impossible not to focus on them.

Her head soon came down to rest on her crossed arms, and she blocked out the babble that was Evan. She knew that her mother would be appalled if she could see her now, posture slouched and face hidden, but she couldn't bring herself to sit up. What could possibly be wrong with resting her eyes for a little while?

"Sleeping? She is seriously sleeping through my meeting?"

Hank jumped at his brother's words and looked to his side. Sure enough, Divya fast asleep, face twisted uncomfortably.

"Seems that way."

"Well, we can't have that. Wake her."

"Alright, as indignant as I am on your behalf, maybe we should let her get some rest and try to figure out what's wrong with her today."

"Wrong?"

"Well, yeah, Evan. For one thing, this is Divya who's never anything but absolutely professional," he started, standing up and moving to crouch down next to the sleeping PA's chair, "Other than that, she's looked like she's been completely miserable all day."

Hank reached up to shake her awake, but was stopped at the last second when Evan batted his hand away.

"I thought we weren't going to wake her up?"

"To listen to your meeting? No. To get her to the guest room so we can look after her? Yes. Now, go move whatever you've been stashing in there into the hall closet."

Hardly concealed snickering filled the room and Hank shot his brother a look.

"What, Evan?"

"Dude, our guest house has guest room."

Evan was ignored as his brother went back to tending to Divya, and strode out of the room in a huff.

"Divya," Hank said softly, gently shaking her shoulder, a little concerned that she hadn't woken up in the midst of the noise that had consumed the kitchen, "Divya."

Her eyes blinked open just far enough to let him know that she was awake, but still shielding her from the light was causing the pounding behind her eyes.

"Come on, Divya. You just have to make it to the guest room, and then you can go back to sleep."

Wrapping a firm arm around her shoulders, he helped her onto her feet and for all purposes dragged her into the guest room. It was surprising that she was actually shorter than him because with all her confidence and formality she seemed like she could be seven feet tall.

A crackling, hoarse cough startled him out of his thoughts, and Hank quickly moved her through the doorway.

"Evan, help me get her on the bed," he said, twisting himself so that Divya's other shoulder was in his brother's reach.

Evan nodded and looked at the woman curiously, now starting to worry as much as Hank was.

"She hasn't been awake yet?"

"Not coherent. She walked here on her own, but she's not talking."

"Okay, I'm not the doctor, but that sounds bad."

Between the two of them, they managed to maneuver Divya onto the bed, without letting her drop to the floor. She immediately curled herself into a comfortable position and lost the little consciousness she had.

"So what now?" Evan asked, looking back and forth between his brother and their PA.

Hank sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and resting a hand on her forehead.

"Go get my bag."