He couldn't see anything, couldn't go anywhere and the man that had followed him for over an hour now would find him very soon. 'Maybe not, if I can't see I guess neither can he.' He immediately knew that he was wrong, when a strong arm pulled him back and a hand was pressed over his mouth and nose. Whatever he tried wasn't enough to get free and he couldn't breathe anymore. There was dizziness, soon he couldn't feel his body anymore and his heart, that had beaten very fast before the attack, worked slower as his lungs were screaming for air. The man left and he fell on the floor gasping for air, but with every breath something came from the outside and filled his lungs. "Oh God!" he screamed or rather tried to and then he could see light and it hurt his eyes. The thought of heaven crossed his mind, but his lungs started to hurt and his throat felt worse...

….and then he rolled on his side and puked. He obviously had thrown up before while he was panicking in his dream. He got his used shirt from the floor and cleaned his mouth and chin. Retching always made him feel sicker and caused dizziness. And if things weren't bad enough, his brother had come home and called for him. He sat up and told his brother: "I'm in my room," and regretted it right after it came out. Footsteps came closer and his door opened.

"Evan, I wa-..." His brother stopped, looking at the vomit on the floor and his pale sweating brother sitting in the bed. "What the hell...?!

"Don't worry, Hank." Evan got up and tried to touch his brothers arm or shoulder.

"Are you kidding me?!" Hank grabbed his brothers arm, because he was swaying and looked even paler than he had a minute ago. "Do you feel sick?"

"Nah, I probably ate something wrong last night..." he lied; reality was that he could hardly see his brother through the blur, focusing was almost impossible, too. I can't remember when I felt so dizzy before. I never felt this bad... well once maybe, a few years ago. His brother was talking to him, but he couldn't hear a word.

Hank's light anger was worry now and it grew with every second he looked at his brother. Evan was struggling, it was obvious that he wanted to say something, but all he did was bend over and vomiting again. Hank has tighten his grip and most what left his brothers mouth was covering his shirt now, some of it got on his face. But he had no time to be disgusted, because Evan's body started to shake heavily and out of his mouth came an constant "nn...nnnn...nnnn" as he tried to say no. Hank couldn't hold him any longer. All he was able to do was helping his little brother down to the floor, trying to calm him and watching him carefully to prevent any self-harm. The seizure was mild, but still came as a shock and Dr. Hank Lawson hasn't been prepared. His brother was moaning and screaming in pain and then lost consciousness, his pulse racing.

"Evan?" Hank was torn between calling Divya or holding on to his brother, but he couldn't call Divya anyway, she was on vacation far away in India visiting some cousins. "Evan?" Hank was still in shock, but able to focus on the body in front of him. He was just going to lift his brothers shirt, when a soft moaning started. "Hey, welcome back, kiddo."

"H..Hen..ry?!" Evan wondered when his brother had come in and why he was kneeling on the floor by his side. And why am I lying here?! He was confused and tried to sit up, but the fast move made him dizzy and feeling sick again and there was this pain all over his body...his back, his ribs, his chest, his kidneys.. all was hurting. "Don't touch me!" he yelled at his brother, when he thought the doctor would lift his shirt now.

Hank watched his brother, looking for every detail that could tell him what was wrong with Evan, when the words hit him so hard that he felt physical pain. "It's okay, I wanna check if you hurt yourself and.."

"No, don't." He knew his words were hurting the older one, but he couldn't have him look on his body. "Sorry, I didn't mean... I don't have any pain, just a little headache, but can you help me get up and take a look on my head?" Evan knew he had to give his brother something to take care of, to stop him from his big-brother-doctor-behavior. What would he hope to find under my shirt? There isn't anything to see! Is that so? Then why don't you let him have his look?! There was the confusion again. He had yelled at his brother to not touch him and now he didn't even know why.

Hank helped him up and to his bed. "Lay down, I get you some water, a towel and new shirts for both of us."

That was the first moment Evan took a good look at his brother. "Oh, your shirt! It's the one... oh man, I'm so sorry, Henry!"

"Yeah, it is.. or rather was the one that Emily got me in Toronto. But nothing to worry about. I really didn't like it that much."

"That's not true. You told me how good it felt. And it just fit you so well. Emily is gonna kill me!"

"Maybe!" He smiled. "It's not my only shirt, don't get gray hair over it." He left the room to get all the things he wanted to bring.

Evan used the time he was gone to hurry and get a fresh shirt for himself and to change before Hank was coming back. Walking wasn't easy and he made it back just in time to see the door open. "You don't need a shirt for me, I've already changed."

"Did you get up?"

"No, I had it already lying here – you know me."

"Eh.." The big brother didn't believe one word. "Okay, but here is some wet towel for you to clean yourself a bit, not that you have anything from your mess left on you, but still... and let me check for fever and your head." He had his bag with him. There is no fever, I'd say he is too cold and the beeping thermometer proved him right. That's very low for him especially with the sun shining on his bed. I wish he'd let me check his body. But he knew better than pushing his brother to do things he didn't want to do. "Have you hit your head before?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

"Well, I held you when you got down on the floor and the wound on your silly bowl is bleeding a bit. But most of it is dry blood, so it must be a bit older. But nothing some cleaning and rest can't repair."

"Okay." He touched his brothers hand before he could clean the wound. "Thank you, I'm glad you're here."

Hank cleared his throat. "No Problem, I'm glad too." That I came in time. What is wrong with you? I wish we could run some tests on you, but you're so stubborn. Please, let me help you. "I know it hurts some, but it doesn't take long."

"Hank? I'm sorry for yesterday. Are we okay? Please!"

"Evan, I believe you are, but I think an apology isn't doing it this time."

"But..."

"No Evan, I don't want to go in a fight with you now. You're in no condition to do so. I'll clean your room, while you try to rest some more." His younger brother knew when to stop. And he really didn't feel up for discussions.

Hank left the room to get some cleaning items. But first he took his phone and called the only patient of the day to tell her that he'll be there after dinner. The elderly woman didn't mind the delay. He hung up and closed his eyes for a moment to take a deep breath and let out a sigh. Are we okay? Oh boy, you don't know how much I wish it was that easy. I'd have every test running on you to find out what's wrong with you. You would argue, but I could live with it as long as I could help you feel better. "But things are different now," he said and called another number.

"Hey baby, there is a problem and I might be late or even stay here for the night. Please, call me back." This day was a real bad one. He hated talking to machines, but it was part of life and as doctor there was no chance of being without phone, cell phone, computer etc. And being a concierge doctor in the Hamptons meant being available 24/7. His phone rung and he could see that it was Emily.

"Emily, I'm glad you made it fast. I already miss you."

"Baby, you're cute. I miss you, too. So tell me what happened?" She put a big smile in her voice, but there was none on her faces or in her eyes, Icy cold was all that one could have seen there. It was Evan again and she knew it the moment she listened to the message. This little bastard! I could kill him right now!

She listened as her partner talked about Evan and what had happened since he was there. He didn't want to leave him alone and the only appointment was delayed to the after-dinner-time. All she could say without losing her temper was: "I know you're worried about him, but maybe it was just a one-time-seizure. For all we know he could have been to a party last night or just having a drink too much."

"I don't think that he was out, but you're probably right. I just stay here till dinner and see how's doing then. If he's okay, I come to you."

"That's a good idea, but I'll be there anyway, Boris and I have an appointment and after that I could come over to your house."

"Sounds good. I can't wait." He felt better now, hung up, got all he needed and entered his brothers room.

Evan was lying on his side and his eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleeping. He had heard that Hank had called Emily. "Is she coming?"

"Who?"

"The snake."

"Evan! Don't even start it..." Hank took a deep breath. "Yes, Emily has an appointment with Boris so it's no problem for her."

The younger men didn't say anything. He closed his eyes. It's always that bitch. I wish I could open his eyes. Try to stay calm, if you don't want to lose him to her. Lose him. I can't... he's my brother. I'm alone without him. Evan swallowed and tried to keep the tears from running down his face.

My next chapter will be on soon and it will be much more about Evan again and what is happening to him. This chapter was somehow difficult for me, but stay with me, Evan has a long way to go and it was just beginning.