Alex made his rounds and stabled a few ER patients, but his mind was on only one thing...That chart. That chart that lied and said that he was releated to a car crash victim who was medically unstable in some areas. Alex went back to Peter's room and checked his vitals, then sat down and watched him sleep. He had brown hair like he did, and he did have his mother's nose, but his father's eyes and the mouth looked kind of like his own when he was Pete's age. The genes said it. So did the personality, Peter seemed like a kid with a tough attitude but a light heart...just like Alex in his teen years.

"Maybe I'm being Punk'd...maybe I have cameras around the hospital. Or maybe he could my brother" Alex thought about the possibility of the chart actually being correct

5 hours later...

Peter began stirring about 3:00 in the morning, he looked at Alex who had fell asleep at his bedside.

"Do you always fall asleep at patient's bedside or I am the lucky dog?" Peter asked suddenly, waking up Alex

"Actually I've slept with a few hot girl interns but that's a different story...Feeling any better?" Alex asked.

"My ribs are still sore...but I feel okay. So, how did you end up next to my bed?" Peter asked while sitting up

"I...Uh...Made my rounds, checked my hair and decided that I needed to give a vital check on you. I dozed off...been a long, hard...and VERY confusing day" Alex explained.

"So, have you ever seen anything weird in the hospital? Have any wacko patients?" Peter asked laughing, he was curious...just like Alex's father.

"Let's see. I have seen...a man with nails in his head, a guy who thought he was a physic cause of seizures, a wacko woman who's religious whatnot almost cost her life, a man who thought he was pregnant, a woman with the worst rash in history, another woman with a fork in her neck...and I think that sums it up" Alex finally finished

"Were they all your patients?" Peter grunted

"A few...most of them were Izzie's and some other doctors that I can't remember" Alex joked.

Peter began groaning, the pain was almost unbearble. Alex reached for his hand and held it, squeezing it. The pain eventually died down, and the grip was loosen.

"Sorry. I guess my ribs hurt worse than I thought" Peter smiled weakly

"Hey, if our mom was here she'd-" Alex realized his mistake

"OUR mom? Doc, what are you talking about?" Peter asked.

"Nothing at all. You get some sleep, I'll ask the nurse to give you some Tyenol for that ribcage" Alex said nervously.

He got up and left, his big mouth almost blabbed a sorta-true secret. Even if Peter was his brother, he didn't want him to know. I know...that was his selfishness talking to him again. But he wanted to spare Pete the heartache. There was only one way they were going to find out...a blood test. WITHOUT Peter's knowledge.