A/N Posted last chapter of The First Day of the Rest of Your Life... Thanks to Aricraze for all her help
Disclaimer: I don't own In A Heartbeat...
When It Rains It Pours
Ch. 1- It's Nothing
Hank sat quietly in the doctor's office. He wondered what was really wrong with him. Next to him sat his dad equally worried, but trying to show it. Hank rubbed his hands together. He always did that when he was nervous. "Hank. Dr. Fouler is back." Hank turned to face him.
"I have your test results."
***
(weeks earlier)
"Still studying, Hank?" Dr. David Beecham asked his son, late one night in Hank's room.
"No, I have a migraine." Hank replied.
"You've been getting those a lot lately, haven't you?" asked his father.
"No. Only a day or so." Hank lied. His dad had been busy with work and really stressed out; he didn't need to tell him that he'd been having headaches for weeks, he'd lost weight and he's appetite, and that he had night sweats too. It couldn't be anything serious, Hank was sure of it. Must be the flu or something. "I'm fine."
Hank turned of the light as soon as he's father left. He suddenly felt tired.
***
"Hank?" he heard Val call later the next day at the station. "We have a call." Hank awoke with a start. It seemed strange to Val. Hank hardly ever fell asleep at work. In fact, Hank had been acting peculiar for a while now. She glanced at his neck. "Are your glands swollen?"
"No." Hank lied again. "Let's go."
***
A/N Please tell me what do you think…
Disclaimer: I don't own In A Heartbeat...
When It Rains It Pours
Ch. 1- It's Nothing
Hank sat quietly in the doctor's office. He wondered what was really wrong with him. Next to him sat his dad equally worried, but trying to show it. Hank rubbed his hands together. He always did that when he was nervous. "Hank. Dr. Fouler is back." Hank turned to face him.
"I have your test results."
***
(weeks earlier)
"Still studying, Hank?" Dr. David Beecham asked his son, late one night in Hank's room.
"No, I have a migraine." Hank replied.
"You've been getting those a lot lately, haven't you?" asked his father.
"No. Only a day or so." Hank lied. His dad had been busy with work and really stressed out; he didn't need to tell him that he'd been having headaches for weeks, he'd lost weight and he's appetite, and that he had night sweats too. It couldn't be anything serious, Hank was sure of it. Must be the flu or something. "I'm fine."
Hank turned of the light as soon as he's father left. He suddenly felt tired.
***
"Hank?" he heard Val call later the next day at the station. "We have a call." Hank awoke with a start. It seemed strange to Val. Hank hardly ever fell asleep at work. In fact, Hank had been acting peculiar for a while now. She glanced at his neck. "Are your glands swollen?"
"No." Hank lied again. "Let's go."
***
A/N Please tell me what do you think…