Hank didn't stay long at the Wheeler's house. They had plans for the late evening and he was actually glad, that they didn't keep him as long as usually. Sure, Emily was at their place to take an eye on his little brother, but he just felt better when he himself could take care of things. It's not that he didn't trust her, but Evan was his responsibility, has somehow always been, plus Evan didn't like Emily and Hank wasn't sure, if his brother could swallow his pride and ask her for help, if it wasn't an 911-emergency.

As he drove home, he saw a new small store placed between two beautiful small houses. Funny that he never had realized those sweet houses before. One had a "For Sale" sign in the front garden. It was very beautiful. But what caught his eyes in the first place was the little store. It sold sweet little cakes and pies and chocolate artworks. Not just random chocolate, beautiful lovely things in premium-quality. That's at least what the letters on the big windows promised. Evan loves chocolate and stuff. He needs something to make him smile.

Dr. Lawson parked his car and entered the "lovely cakes & first class chocolate". The first thing he did was standing there and looking around. The variety was overwhelming and he smiled at the thought that his baby brothers would love this place. It was a bit too much for himself with all the decorations around, but yeah, the youngest Lawson would definitely 'adopt' this one.

A woman in hear early forties came from a room in the back of the store. "Bonsoir! I'm Vanessa. Is there anything I can do for you, sir?" She smiled. Her french accent was barely notable, but still there and it was sweet like the whole place and Hank couldn't help but wonder if the sweets or the woman were sweeter. Especially after the second woman appeared. "Melissa, can you help our new customer to find something?"

"Sure. Bonsoir! As you probably heard, I'm Melissa." The woman smiled even lovelier than the one before. She was younger, probably Evan's age. No accent, at least no foreign.

"Well, Melissa I'm Hank and I'm looking for a gift."

"Oh we have many of those. Who is the lucky one?"

"My younger brother. He's sick and I want something to make him smile. He loves all the sweet things, I sometimes think he's addicted to sugar."

"Don't worry about that. If he was, he wouldn't need anything else to smile. You know that sugar makes you happy and feel healthier." She smiled again.

"You're probably right, but I guess a dentist would disagree."

"Nah, believe me, my sister and I had a similar store in Tampa before we moved here a few weeks ago and two of our best customer were dentists." She laughed and then whispered: "They ordered cupcakes and chocolate as gifts for patients. Funny, huh?"

"Yeah, true." Hank couldn't help but laugh with her. "So Vanessa is your sister?"

"That's what I've been told, but I'm not sure sometimes... she can be so serious and I'm the one who can't sit still and always try to make her laugh."

"Well, I guess than you are a lot like my brother and I'm afraid I'm more like your sister. Nice to meet you both." She smiled and waited for him to go ahead. "As I said my brother is sick and I need something to make him smile." I guess a date with you sure would, if he was in any shape right now.

"Oh, I hope it's nothing serious. Let me see, we have some very little apple pies or cupcakes. A lot of different chocolates. What about an apple pie with cinnamon and rum? Or some chocolate tools."

"My brother is bad with tools, his in danger around them, I'm not sure if his better with them, when they are made of chocolate."

"You're funny and you say your brother is the funnier one? He's probably the funniest person here, huh? But we also ha-" Her sister called her name and didn't sound good at all. "Just a moment, sir!" She turned away and ran in the back room.

Hank could hear someone groan and it certainly sounded like a seizure. The doctor mode sat in right away. "Is anything wrong? I'm a doctor, I can help!"

"God, thank you! Hank come in. It's my sister, she has a seizure."

Hank got in and knelt down by Vanessa's side. The seizure was already going away, she wasn't cramping or convulsing as much as she probably had before. "Did she have seizures before?"

"Yes, since a car accident 23 years ago. She's epileptic, but the last one was three years or so ago. That's when she got her new medicine."

"Does she has the medicine here?"

"She usually has some in her clutch." Melissa was looking for the pills, but didn't find them. "Now, that's strange. There are no..."

"d-don' have them.." Vanessa said, still confused and not focused, breathing hard, but obviously okay.

"I'm Dr. Lawson, Hank, and I want you to lie still for me, so that I can examine you." Hank looked in her eyes, got her pulse and watched out for any kind of injuries that the fall might have caused. "How do you feel?"

"I'm feeling better, just some dizziness and nausea, but nothing out of the ordinary, just the after effects of the fit. I didn't have seizures for 34 months now, but we moved here a couple of weeks ago and I didn't have a chance to find a doctor yet, with our opening times and so on, well that's why I didn't have a prescription."

Hank nodded. "I go outside to the car and get my bag to write you a prescription. And Melissa, I think I want some different chocolate things and a vanilla cream cupcake." He ran to his car to get the bag and got back to Vanessa, who was now sitting on a chair in the store. He asked her which medication she was on and he wrote it down and handed the prescription to her. "If there is any kind of problem, please call me." He handed her his card.

"Thank you Dr. Henry Lawson, concierge-doctor? Wow, that's just what I was looking for I'm glad that you were here and please take whatever you want for helping me. It's on the house."

"You're welcome and I take a few things for my brother, but I pay them. It's a gift for him and it wouldn't feel right to give him something that I didn't pay."

Melissa came back with some beautiful pieces of chocolate and a cupcake. "There are a few with nuts and rum, some with amaretto and some different without alcohol -"

"I'm sorry, but … but please just things without alcohol, I should have told you.." Hank was nervous now, the situation was so new to him that he felt distressed.

"It's okay, Doctor Lawson. Melissa, I finish this. Would you go through the things for our next order?" She waited until Melissa left and then started to talk again. "Don't worry, I will find some good things for your brother. I heard you say earlier that he was sick. Sorry, that I ask so bluntly, but is he having an alcohol problem?"

He first didn't know what to say, somewhat irritated that she would even ask him. But after she told him that her father had been a drinker most of his life and that she wouldn't tell anyone, he told her about Evan. She gave him a few ideas of what to do to help him and he was very thankful, she also told him that her sister didn't know much about the drinking of their father.

"What's your brothers name and job?"

"Evan and he is an accountant – actually CFO of HankMed."

"Okay, let me see... I guess you are very close?"

"Yes, he's all the family I have left." Hank didn't know why, but he felt close to tears.

She finished a chocolate piece with the words 'For Evan the best brother and an amazing CFO' and placed it on top of the cupcake. "What do you think?"

"That's perfect for him. You're great." He paid and left the store with a lot of expensive but great sweet stuff for his brother. Hank suddenly felt the urgent need to be home and hold his brother tight.

While his brother was on his way back, Evan was laying on the floor of his room. He had tried to get some clothes packed and then put his Samsonite in his wardrobe, because he wouldn't leave before Hank was gone and he was alone in the house. Just leaving his brother a short letter to let him know. He would write the letter before he left. He didn't want to be a burden of any kind.

He didn't know, why his brother hadn't told him about his plans to visit Europe with Emily. He would have understood. His brother was maybe ashamed to leave him behind for two weeks in his situation or maybe they had planned the trip before Evan's problem had occurred, but why hadn't Hank mentioned it before? He would give his brother a chance to tell him about it. He was sure that Emily would tell him tonight or in the morning. If Hank didn't tell him by noon the next day, Evan would be ready to leave. He wasn't sure where and how long or if he would ever come back, but he knew he had to go, if that's necessary in order to make his brother happier. There was no way, he was standing in his older brothers way of life.

Anyway, he was just going back to his bed, when dizziness had taken over and he couldn't help but fall. Several waves of pain tortured his whole body and made him scream and groan. He tried to get up, only to fall back on the floor again shaken by another round of pain. Silent tears were running down his cheeks. He was a failure, has been all his life and now he had fallen too deep to keep his poker-face up and hide the truth. He has been good in hiding for the last 26 years, but not anymore. Just another reason for him to leave, before Hank would find out the whole ugly truth.

Hank was coming back. He heard him talking to Emily. The snake, I'd never thought a bitch like her could change everything. Emotional and physical pain and frustration made him cry some more. He tried to sit up and turn around, when his brother came in. "Hey Henry."

"Evan what are you doing on the floor? Are you ok?" The doctor put the gift for his brother on the bed and knelt down. "What happened?"

"I was just trying to get up and walk around some to get my legs working. I was dizzy and then I just fell. I'm okay so far, but still dizzy. Would be nice if you could help me up, man."

"Of course!" Hank put an arm around his brother and helped him up to his feet and to the bed. "Why didn't you call Emily for help?"

'cos she's a bitchy snake, 'cos I don't like her and she hates me even more, 'cos if she'd really care she would have come in, when I was screaming in pain earlier, it's impossible that she didn't hear it, 'cos you're going to leave me alone with my problems so it really doesn't matter how I am doing..."'Cos I'm stupid and thought I could make it on my own! Did it earlier today." That's when I found out that I will be left behind in just a week

"It's okay, Ev. I understand that you don't like to depend on someone all the time. But you sure liked to be taken care of, when we were much younger." Hank smiled, but Evan couldn't share that.

"Yeah, but I was a kid then, Henry!"

"Don't be grouchy, kiddo. I brought you a gift."

"Why? Do you have any confessions to make?"

"No! I just like to surprise my brother, when he's a pain in the ass."

Evan opened the first box and found some different pieces of chocolate with almonds, nuts and so on in the shape of cars, planes and other things. He put one in his mouth. "Yummy! This Porsche is so amazing tasty, we should buy a real one, if they are anything close to this." He smiles, fifty percent because the chocolate is the best he ever had and fifty percent because his brother tried to do something for him.

"I'm glad you like it and i" Hank couldn't finish, because Evan pushed a piece of chocolate in his mouth. And it wow, it was really good! "That's good stuff, you're right. And please have a look into the second box. Do you want to have dinner here or in the living room?"

"Here, do you join me? I know Emily is waiting outside, but...please?"

Hank thought a while back when he had the urgent need to hold his brother and the need is still there, so he nodded and left the room to get their dinner. Emily had told him before that she had already eaten some, because she was starving and tired. He told her now to rest and that he'll come back after having dinner with his brother.

He came back with their dinner and sat down on the bed. "Did you like it?"

"I wait to open it. Do it after dinner, okay?"

"Sure, I brought you a new water bottle and not too much dinner, because you shouldn't put too much on your tummy after vomiting so much. What makes me feel like an idiot now, because I bought you so much chocolate and this other thing – for dessert. I have to admit that I didn't prepare much of this dinner, but I'm glad that Emily did, because it's much better than mine would have been, but..." He laid a hand on Evans knee and looked him in the eyes. "...it's not even half as good as your cooking. You're really amazing in that and in many other things."

Evan blushed. "Thanks, Henry. Means a lot to me." He finished his dinner, drank some water and opened his last gift. When he smelled the vanilla cream and saw the cupcake, he couldn't help but smile. Then he saw it... the letters on the chocolate. Best brother... "That's so cool! Thanks, Hank!"

"I'm glad you like it." The doctor looked at his brother when the cupcake was put into his hand and the younger man took a picture of him and the cupcake with his cellphone. "What was that?"

"I just wanted to keep this moment. A memory, you never know when you're gonna need one. Something to remind you of the important things in life." He ate the chocolate and shared the cupcake with his brother.

After they finished and talked about the Wheelers for a while, Hank saw that Evan was getting tired and told him to rest. He smiled when his brother closed his eyes and was almost asleep by the time he was at the door. But...

"Henry?"

"Yes, Evan?"

"I love you, man." Evan slurred the words in his sleepiness, but Hank looked back at him for a few seconds and he wasn't even sure that his baby brother was still awake when he told him "I love you more, Evan, you'll never know how much."

Emily was lying on the couch. She didn't sleep. She was too angry to sleep. Hank hadn't spent more than ten minutes with her today. Sure they still had the night, but anyway... she was upset. Of course it was about Evan, again. That retarded idiotic bastard, she hoped that she could get rid of him somehow, but didn't know how, especially when Hank was so much more worried about the guy than she had ever thought before. Oh well, and here I thought I had them nearly split up. She listened to Hanks footsteps coming closer and closed her eyes to pretend she was sleeping.