Disclaimer: Standard still applies.
A/N: Wow. My second update in one day.
Let's just say that it is a weekend day and I was bored and wanted to type/write.
Eh. And no, I have no idea how big this bed it. Must be a nice sized one :/


Dr. Ben Tirry was a short over weight man in his middle ages with a comb-over style of hair. He looked very different than Dr. Harry Roland. But, at 9 am they made their way together to Dr. Charles Eppes room.

"I think that Charlie is going through an ultradain cycling." Harry said, as they turned to corner into the hall where the room lay.

Ben nodded. "You know, he did come to me voluntarily, but he still didn't talk about much that would have helped him."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That so?"

Ben nodded. "Charlie would often talk about math. But I did see that he was depressed. That's why I gave him some antidepressants."

"Which said patient didn't take." Harry reminded Ben.

Harry was a head or two taller than Ben, and Harry would be the main person who looked after Charlie because, he was better at his job, even though Ben had known Charlie longer.

They came upon his door. "Wonder what mood said patient in right now." Harry joked at he opened the door.

They both stood still, in silence at the scene before them.

All three of the Eppes where in the same bed. Charlie was in the middle, with Don holding onto Charlie and Alan holding onto Charlie.

"Well. This is." Harry started, but didn't finish as he couldn't think of the word.

"Interesting." Ben finished. "Think we should wake them?"

Harry turned to Ben, "Of course not. Charlie is sleeping. Never wake someone with insomnia."

"You know it's rude to talk to people who are in the room."

They both turned to see Charlie with his eyes open.

"We just. Uh. Thought that." Harry started moving his mouth open and closed, but no words where coming.

"I was asleep?" Charlie smiled a bit, "They won't let me go."

Harry laughed. "I can see that. Would you like us to wake them up?"

Charlie shook his head no, "I don't want to wake them. It will bother them. It'd be trouble. I'd be trouble to them then."

"Alright. We shall wait here." Ben Tirry sat down on a chair.

Harry Roland went over to Charlie's bed and laid down. "Wanna talk, Charlie?"

Charlie thought about that. He felt safe right now. The monster wasn't out to get him. He would be free to talk. "I guess."

"Why didn't you take the medication I gave you?" Dr. Tirry said, loudly.

Dr. Roland glared at Tirry. "I wonder why." He said sarcastically.

Charlie could move his arms a bit and he put them up to his ears. "No fighting. No fighting." He was whispering it. "No fighting because of me."

Both of the doctors looked at Charlie. The two had never really gotten along. They had both gotten their learning at the same time, same school. The difference was, while Harry Roland was the best, Ben Tirry was more average and he always tried to make Harry look like a fool in front of others. They both had grudges against the other.

"Sorry, Charlie." Harry said, shrugging. "We aren't fighting because of you. We did come to talk to you though."

Charlie took his hands away, his eyes darting from man to man.

"Why aren't you in your bed?" Tirry asked, accusingly.

"I-I got scared."

Harry nodded and made notes. "Are you scared now?"

"No. I feel safe."

"You are safe, Charlie." Harry reassured the man who was about his age, "But, is there anything you want to tell us?"

Charlie thought about it, "I wanna go home."

"Well, I don't know abo-"

"Of course." Roland interrupted Tirry, "But you have to promise to take your medicine, eat, and sleep."

Charlie nodded. "I-I can do that."

"Course you can." Don said, smiling at Charlie.

"Donnie." Charlie said, smiling back.

"Alright. Charlie." Harry began. "Dr. Tirry and I are going to go and talk about all of this for a bit, but we will be back later today to tell you when you can go home. Alright?"

Charlie nodded. "Yes. Great." He was smiling.

Don looked at his brother. Charlie was in a better mood than before, but he still had sudden movements, and his eyes darted about quickly. This was still not his Charlie. Not his brother. This was still whatever replaced and tried to take Charlie away from him. He hated this Charlie. But Don knew how he had to be with this brother, in order to get his old one back.

Alan woke up when he heard the door close. "Huh?" He looked around, then he remembered what happened the previous night. "Oh. Morning Charlie, Donnie." He looked at both of the his sons. The night's rest seemed to do some wonders to them. Don was looking refreshed and Charlie was acting more normal. "What's going on?"

"Charlie might be able to go home with you today." Don said, smiling across his face.

Charlie turned on Don, "Y-You won't be there?"

Don's smiled disappeared, "I will be there as often as I can."

Charlie's mood was changing. He seemed as if he was doing better, but now he was going inside himself. Shutting himself away. He started breathing quicker, short breathes. He eyes weren't focusing.

"Buddy. Buddy." Don said, trying to calm his younger brother down.

"No. Don't call me that. You don't care. You never did." Before Don or Alan could grab him, Charlie got up and ran out of the room.

"Charlie!" Don quickly got up and followed him.

Alan stayed in the room. Charlie wasn't going to be able to do anything to himself or others in the hospital, and this was something the two needed to work out by themselves.


How could Don do this to Charlie? Charlie had finally felt safe, he could get better. And then Don had to go and say the wrong thing. Don was looking everywhere for Charlie. How much of a head start did Charlie get? Don didn't think it was that long. He had to find his brother and talk to him, calm him down. Don felt so stupid for hurting his brother.

"Don?"

Don stopped suddenly, turning to see Larry and Megan staring at him. Don was panting. He didn't want to stop. He had to keep searching for Charlie.

"What in the world are you doing, Donald?"

Don was resting, his hands on his hips, "Charlie. Ran. Got To. Find. Him." He said between breathes.

"We'll help you look." Megan said, as the three of them split up.


Megan was not finding him. How could you misplace a grown man? Sure, Charlie ran off, but he had to be around somewhere. She looked about and saw Dr. Flint drinking her coffee. Megan walked up to her. "Hello. I'm Megan Reeves, friend of Charlie Eppes."

"Oh, yes. I remember you. What can I do for you?"

Megan took a deep breath, "Have you seen Charlie?"

"I believe he is in his room, Ms. Reeves." Mina Flint said coldly.

"It seems that he is not there."

"What?!" Mina dropped her cup of coffee.


Don jogged up. He found Charlie. He had to have. "Hey, Charlie. Buddy?" He put a hand on the person, who turned around.

"Sorry. Not Charlie."

"Oh. I'm so sorry." Don said to the woman. He turned around, not knowing where to start looking.

"Who's Charlie?"

"Uh. My brother. And you both have the same hair." Don said, with an embarrassed smile.

She laughed. "I very much doubt that. Come, I'll help you look for him. I know my way around this hospital rather well."

"Huh? Thanks. How is that?"

"How do I know my way or how can we not have the same hair?" She inquired.

"Uh. Both." Don and the woman started walking along.

"While I'm sure that I've never met your brother, and therefore cannot say if we have similar hair at the moment. I can promise you that I can change that in a second."

Don raised and eyebrow.

She laughed and reached up to her Charlie-like hair. "I have cancer." It was a wig. "This morning I just put this wig on." She paused. "So, is Charlie lost?"

"I might have said the wrong thing to him and he ran off. Now I can't find him." Don replied.

She raised an eyebrow, "And how horrible was this thing that made him run away from you?"

"Not that bad. I just said that I wouldn't always be with him." He sighed. "And in hindsight that was a stupid thing to say."

"But it's true. You can't always be with him. No matter what." She shrugged. "To me it sounds like you did nothing wrong."

"Oh. I did. Trust me. He's having some troubles right now."

"And I know when to drop a subject." She smiled. "Now, if you Charlie where would you hide?"

Don thought about it. "Somewhere where I felt safe. Hey, is there anywhere in the hospital that has to do with math?"

That caught the woman off guard. "I-I don't know. He likes math?"

"He is uh. Actually a genius who teaches advanced math in collage."

The two of them turned a corner.


Larry didn't know where to begin looking for his friend. But he had to try. He just hoped he wouldn't get lost on his search. Which, chances where, he would. Larry shrugged it off. If getting lost helped find Charlie, that would be fine by him. To Larry, this felt like an alternate universe. Normally it would be Charlie looking for Larry because Larry had gotten lost.

Larry looked around, "Charles?" He started jogging up the young man.

Charlie was at the other end of the hall, on the floor in a corner, shaking. He wasn't safe in the open like this. He couldn't stop shaking. Charlie was scared of what his mind was doing to him. He wanted to be normal, or as normal as he ever was. He wished it would all go away and never come back. He heard his name and he jerked his head up to see Larry there.

Larry sat down next to Charlie. "Oh My. Charles. Are you alright?"

"Larry?" Charlie began slowly. "What kind of place would it have to be where no matter how fast I ran, I stayed in one spot while the monster chasing me was closing the gap between us?"

Larry looked at Charlie. He was thin, pale, and scared. "I-I don't know. I'd have to think about that."

So the two of them sat there, each in their own thoughts until Charlie heard a familiar voice.

"Donnie." He started fidgeting about. "No. No. No."

Larry looked at his friend and felt pity. "Charles. Stay here." Charlie had tried to get up, but Larry held him down easily. Charlie was very weak and exhausted while Larry knew how much pressure to push with.

Indeed, Don and the woman and turned the corner. At the end of the hall that they turned into, there was Charlie and Larry. Larry was having to hold Charlie in one place. Don's heart broke when he saw how scared Charlie was. Don ran up to Charlie. "Buddy. It's alright. I didn't mean what I said. Alright?"

Charlie stopped trying to move, he knew that he was trapped now. So, Larry let go of Charlie and turned around, "Oh!" He yelled as he saw the woman with Charlie's hair.

Charlie was rocking himself. He wanted to write something. He wanted math.

"Oh." The woman said, "Sorry to have scared you."

Don could see that Charlie wasn't going to go anywhere. "Larry, Charlie this is." He paused, "I don't know your name."

"Nancy." She smiled. "And I don't know your name, sir."

"Don."

Don turned to Larry, "You found him? Here?" Larry nodded, fascinated by Nancy's hair. "Why didn't you take Charlie back to his room."

Larry took a moment away from the hair, "I got lost."

"It's a wig." Nancy said to Larry.

"That right?" He reached out and stopped short, "May I?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I guess." She took off her wig and handed it to Larry. Then she turned to Don, "Are you sure that Charlie is the only one who is having uh. Problems?" She was indicating to Larry.

Don laughed a bit, "Yeah. He's just. Larry. Why don't you get to know him. I've got to talk with Charlie."

She nodded and started talking to Larry.

"Charlie." Don said, slowly, sitting down next to his younger brother. "I didn't mean what I said. Charlie? Are you listening?"

Charlie was not listening. He needed something. He just didn't know what. It felt as if a piece of his heart was gone. It was there earlier in the day, but now, it was gone. Why was it gone? Charlie jerked when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to see Don. Don's mouth was moving. Why was he trying to talk to him? Probably because Don had a math problem he needed help with. That's all Don ever needed from him. Math. Charlie wanted something to immerse himself in. Math would work. He forced himself to listen.

"Charlie? Buddy? You with me now?" He could tell that he was getting to Charlie because his eyes where focusing on Don better. "Nod if you are with me." Don waited for a nod, then smiled when he got one, "I didn't mean what I said. I love you. I would never leave your side, if I could. But I can't always be there, alright? I will come over to you and Dad's as often as I can. Alright? Buddy? You understand?"

Charlie understood. He nodded again. "Yes."

Don smiled. It was a warm smile and then Charlie's heart felt whole again. "You gave me a scare when you ran off like that."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to trouble you." He was talking faster, "I didn't mean to trouble you. I didn't mean to. Really. Don't leave."

Don hugged Charlie, "Shh. It's alright. I know. I know you didn't. Want to go back to your room now?" Don could feel the nod on his shoulder, and he heard the whispered word: Yes.