Some good news, well good news for me at least lol... I'm going to study from a distance this semester and not work at all. Just travel, study and write. I'm really looking forward to it, hopefully I'll become a better writer when I have more time on my hands.

As always, thanks for the continued support, you have no idea what it means to me.

I don't own four brothers.

The light was harsh and unforgiving, leaving little room to hide or pretend that they weren't here again, that this wasn't happening again, but it was. He stares silently as the Doc checks Bobby's vitals and listens to his heart, a frown on his face. Jerry and Angel stand on either side of him, waiting for the news that might break them, all three of them feeling the guilt gnawing at their insides, unknowing that that exact feeling was coursing through their oldest brother too, but for a different reason. They straightened up when the Doc did.

"So what's the verdict Doc, I'm gonna live?" Bobby's sarcastic voice filled the room and made his brothers flinch.

"Not if you keep this up" The Doc answered evenly making everyones face turn even paler. "You need to rest Bobby".

"I'm fucking fine" Bobby snapped, looking like he was about to storm from the room any second.

"Your really not" The Doc took no notice of his language, being used to it by now. "If you don't take this seriously you're not going to get better, is that what you want?"

"Of course I want to be stuck in this fucking bed for the rest of my life what did you think?" Bobby snapped sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"Sure seems like it. You need to take it easy, you got to go home because you and your bothers were going to make sure that you were going to rest there, now it seems like that isn't a viable option anymore". The Doc's voice was stern.

"You can't keep me here" Bobby chuckled bitterly. "If I want to go home I'll go home".

"Bobby..." Jack spoke softly.

"Shut up Jack"

Four hours later Bobby was back in his bed and his brothers were gathered around him. They needed to talk and clear the air, without Bobby trying to kill them all, but no one was speaking and the only sound in the room was that of Bobby's breathing, which was deeper than usual.

Bobby kept his gaze averted, Jack was sitting in the same chair he had occupied before, silent. It felt so good to tell Bobby everything that had happened, and he'd comforted him just like always, but now he wasn't sure where they stood. He was most likely pissed at him too, not just Jerry and Angel. And most importantly... Bobby wasn't alright, he wasn't okay and he sure as fuck wasn't as fine as he claimed to be.

"You lied to me" Bobby's voice cut through the tension and Jack wanted to die. Anything was better than hearing that tone in Bobby's voice. The one that told him he'd let him down, that he was just as much of a fuck up as he'd always been. He wanted so badly to cry again, the tears burned behind his downcast eyes but he held himself back from throwing himself at his brother and beg for forgiveness, to tell him that he'd do anything, anything if he'd just stop being so disappointed, but when he finally raised his head to look at Bobby his oldest brothers eyes were fixed firmly on his other brothers.

"We didn't mean to" Jerry began.

"Bullshit" Bobby cut him off. "And you..." He glared at Angel. "I counted on you".

Angel flinched noticeably but didn't speak. Jack knew why. Angel was Bobby's right hand man, the one he trusted to do shit for him. Ever since they were kids Jack had been jealous because Angel got to do things that he was deemed to young for, or too innocent. Bobby would never have handed Jack a gun, while he never hesitated to give Angel one. And Angel had like the rest of them gone behind his back. Bobby knew Jack lied, usually because he didn't want Bobby knowing what he was up to because then Bobby would do something about it, and Angel had no problem telling Bobby about Jack's latest stint in drug town, or on again razor love, usually with a sentence Jack hated almost as much as Scrub's reruns, it's for you own good...

"It's not their fault" Jack mumbled, flinching when Bobby's eyes snapped to his. He was furious, and Jack couldn't remember him looking like that before. When Ma had died he'd been cold, like he'd turned his feelings off except where his brothers were concerned, but now... Jack could almost feel the anger coming off of him in waves. The guilt ate at him, not only had he almost gotten him killed, but he'd dragged his other brothers down with him too. "I did this".

Bobby sighed angrily and dragged a hand over his eyes, flinching. They all watched worriedly as he stroked a hand down his side slowly.

"Look we're sorry Bobby, we really are, but we shouldn't talk about this now, you had to go to the hospital again today and your obviously in pain" Jerry softened his voice "We're sorry okay, and I know you want to kill us, but this isn't the time to talk about this".

Bobby looked like he was going to argue, despite the pain now showing itself on his face, but Jack grasped his hand tightly, trying to ignore the voice inside him shreaking in fear that he would pull his hand away. He seemed to calm down a little, and he nodded after a few seconds hesitation. Jack was relieved, but his heart sunk when Bobby slowly pulled his hand away, once again staring at the wall.

"I'm gonna sleep"

Angel and Jerry got to their feet slowly and after a few mumbled words about how he'd just have to yell if he needed something, they started to leave the room. Bobby sensed Jack lingering, but he just couldn't handle this right now. Everything was coming together in his head and he needed to think, and he knew that if Jack stayed he'd end up saying something he would regret. He was dangerously close to snapping and he didn't want Jack to be caught in the crossfire, he had enough to deal with right now.

"Get some sleep Jack, we'll talk tomorrow"

"How could you lie to me about this?" Bobby yelled, looking like his fingers were itching to wrap around the closest neck.

"Just calm down and we'll talk about this" Jerry offered hesitantly.

Bobby's cup of coffee hit the wall with a crash. "Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I knew something was wrong, I knew it at the hospital, and when we came home and... fuck! You were supposed to look after him!" Bobby let out a gasp as pain tore through his side,and he pressed his hand against his chest tightly.

"What is going on?" Jack asked from the doorway, his eyes shifting from Angel and Jerry's worried faces to Bobby's who was scrunched up in pain. "Bobby?"

"I'm fine" Bobby managed to get out, but the slight wheezing sound he made did not sound fine at all.

Jack the steps seperating them as Bobby slowly got up, just as he reached him he lost his balance a little, causing Jack to grab a hold of him."Bobby?" Jack asked again, the worry now showing itself in his voice.

"I'm calling the ambulance" Angel stated worriedly pulling out his phone.

"No, no, don't need them" Bobby groaned.

"You're going" Jerry argued, letting out a frustrated sigh as Bobby shook his head.

Bobby closed his eyes as another wave of pain hit him. "It'll pass soon"

"Did you feel this earlier too?" Jerry asked, a frown on his face. Bobby didn't answer, confirming everyone's suspicions. Jerry glared at him and left the room to grab his car keys from the hallway. "You should have told us".

Bobby chuckled bitterly and glared at Angel who wrapped a strong arm around him from the side, helping Jack move him forward. "I thought we were all about secrets now days".

Ouch.

When they were younger they often argued, fought even more, and if a day passed by without someone being teased, picked on, or wrestled to the ground for something he had said or something he'd done, well then it was an unusual day to say the least. Still, it had never come close to this. For the first since the day they came back was it quiet in the house. They were all there, but unlike before there were no groups, they were all in the house, but in different parts of it, and it had never been so quiet before.

Years with his stepfather and on the streets had taught Bobby that trust was something one shouldn't do lightly, if at all. Something had changed when he learned that the man he thought was his father actually wasn't. Not that he wanted to be that bastards son, no fucking way, but it had hurt to know that he didn't even have a father. He had trusted Evelyn because no matter how much he pushed, no matter how badly he screwed up she was still there for him. He had trusted his brothers not just because they needed to trust each other around here, but because he had wanted to. He would have died for them with no regrets, would have gladly run to his death if it meant he would be saving theirs. He just couldn't understand how they could betray him like this. It hurt, and if he wasn't so fucking angry he would have cried.

Angel was laying on his bed, staring at the roof. Sofi was calling, but he didn't answer. He loved her, but this was one of those times he needed to be alone. He kept seeing the look in Bobby's eyes, and the accusing tone of his voice when he'd told him that he'd counted on him, trusted him to look after Jack. Ever since he came here he had trusted Bobby. Sure it took some time, but when he did had never regretted it, and he'd been proud that people trusted him. He'd been conning people for most of his life so people had been right not to, but it felt good when they did. He learned something about himself then, that he liked taking care of people and have them depend on him to do things. Now, he'd failed one of them, if not two.

Jerry didn't even think about calling Camille, and he guessed that said a lot about their relationship now. That he couldn't count on her to be there for him. He had lived in Detroit his whole life, had grown up here, and met both his families here. This was his home, but for the first time he really wondered if there was a point to it all. Maybe it was better if they all moved somewhere else, someplace that didn't have so many painful memories everywhere he looked. But no sooner had the thought crossed his mind before he remembered one of the many discussions he and Ma had about this city. Most don't see it Jeremiah, but you and I do. There is beauty here, and people are willing to work towards a better life, I know they want to... He'd shrugged and smiled at her, letting her optimism rub off on him. How can you be sure Ma? Oh she'd smiled that all knowing smile of hers. Well you are thinking about starting your own business aren't you? He'd been shocked to say the least. He hadn't even told Camille yet. How did you... That beautiful laugh tinkling like bells. Oh I know my son... So you see, there is still beauty here Jeremiah, and people who want to change things, make it better.

His mother had been right, but when you got struck down as many times as he had you lost some of that sparkle. But still, this was home, and he wanted to be here, and that was worth fighting for. And so was his brothers.

It felt good. Every drag from the joint made him a little more sleepy, a little less hurt. It still hurt, but I wasn't as painful anymore, it didn't feel like something was clawing it's way out from his chest. It was a dull pain and he could handle that, anything but that crushing feeling of being all alone. Placing the joint between his lips he held it here as he reached for his guitar, and as he took it from the case a small little bag fell out. He looked down at the floor, a frown on his face. He'd forgotten about those. Paul had given him some pills before he left New York, thinking he'd probably need them, and did he ever. He placed the joint on the sill and opened the bag and shook out two in his hand, and without hesitation he swallowed them. His eyes again strayed to the guitar and he reached for it hesitantly but pulled his hand back before he could reach it. Laying down on his bed he waited for the pain to ease a little bit more.

About Bobby's stepfather. I wanted him to feel like he didn't have a father, since that's what Green says in the beginning of the movie, "would have made his daddy proud of he'd ever had one" or something like that. But I liked the stepfather abuse/first kill etc so I wanted him to have some kind of father figure in the beginning, only to realize that he didn't really, cause his stepfather didn't want to be one either. Hope you liked this chapter, I know it's been a while since my last update, next time won't so far away I promise!