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Disclaimer: If I did, Evan would be mine to whumpage! Mwahahaha! :D

Chapter 2

Evan heedfully sprawled onto the sofa with Hank and Divya by his side. Hank motioned him to lie down on his back while he began to press against his brother's abdomen. "Can you locate the pain, Ev?"

"My stomach in general," Evan replied, hissing in pain.

"Where specifically? Lower right, left?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, that way I can determine whether it may be a case of appendicitis."

"A little dramatic there, Henrietta." Evan sat up. "I'm sure it's just the flu,"

Divya turned to Hank. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but he may be right, Hank."

Henry gingerly pushed Evan back onto the sofa. "You can never be too cautious in this business." Hank stood up and dug his hand into his Gladstone bag. "Now when have these symptoms begun to show?"

"Um…I dunno exactly, the vomiting started last night," Evan responded, squinting in thought.

"What about your abdominal pain and loss of appetite?"

"I have been experiencing that for a while actually."

"You have?" Hank's eyebrows furrowed and shifted his attention back towards his brother. "For how long?" Hank positioned himself onto the sofa, placing his bag onto his lap.

"Well this sharp pain actually started almost two days ago, and then it sort of…went away for a bit, but now it came back worse than ever."

Divya turned to Hank in concern then diverted her attention back towards Evan. "Why haven't you mentioned this before?"

"We've been so busy lately with HankMed and everything I hardly had the time to think about it."

"Yo-" A familiar ringing cut Hank's effort in continuing the conversation. He dug into his pocket to find his mobile vibrating. He motioned his finger with "give me a minute" as he answered the call. "Hello? Uh huh…yup. Alright, I'll be there." He hung up and turned back to his team. "Okay, Ev, we'll have your blood tested for infection and we'll book an abdominal examination to detect inflammation so we can rule out appendicitis. And if the pain gets any worst you have to tell us and we can book you a CT Scan."

"Hm..." Evan pursed his lips. "Watching you in your…element Henry is exhilarating, it really is, but today I'm all booked buddy so how about we put a rain check on the blood testing, the scanning and whatnot? Preferably," Evan looked down at his watch, "...never."

"I wasn't asking, Evan." Hank stood and turned to his assitant. "Divya, I hate to ask bu-"

"I'll do the blood test and book the examination…and babysit," she responded. "And if any changes occur I will let you know."

"I'm so glad I hired you." He smiled.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute! What do I look like to you? A child?" Evan retorted as he slowly sat up and was met with raised eyebrows from the two. "Actually, don't answer that. C'mon Hank, none of that is necessary! Not to mention it'll hold up my job in this business. If you care to remember I deal with the finance, and you know money never sleeps. Therefore, I need to constantly be filing through our finances. Do you want HankMed to suffer a fiscal fall like last time? I think not..."

Henry ignored his brother's ramblings. "I'll be back soon, Divya. Bye, Evan."

"You did no-he did not just ignore me!" the young accountance gasped exasperatingly.

"Lay down, Evan." Divya shoved sterile gloves into her hands and drew out a needle. She noticed Evan's face draining of colour and gaining a layer of white as she softly brushed the minuscule amount of cotton onto the surface of his forearm. "If you stay still, this would only take a second." Before she could get a hold of his arm he shifted away.

"Get that hazardous thing away from me!"

"Stop…being…such...a baby!" They both continually struggled with conflict as Evan insistently swung his arms as far as possible from the prickly piece of medical equipment. "EVAN!" Divya puffed as she halted for breath. "We work in a medical business. Therefore, you and I both know that I will find another way to get this needle through your arm. Whether you are conscious, or not."

Evan gulped. "Okay, okay, just give me some time."

"For what?"

"To prepare." Evan sighed. "Now would you mind getting me some water while I relax? My throat's as dry as the Sahara desert."

Divya exhaled in frustration and stood to make her way to the kitchen.

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Hank's gloved fingers prickled around the next of his current male patient, examining with each touch. "The swelling of your throat was caused by an allergic reaction, and since your body never had this reaction before it has to be from something new that you ate." Hank moved his hands away. "So what food did you eat that you think might have triggered the reaction?"

"Hm…I only had one meal and it was my specialty, it never caused any damages before."

"Did you add a new ingredient?"

The patient clicked his fingers. "Yes! I did - a pinch of darchini. My wife suggested it would give the food some colour."

"Well there you have it." Hank smiled. "But just to make sure we'll have your blood tested. I'll book for a routine check-up and have it tested then. Sound good?"

"Sure does, doc. Thanks a lot for coming." They both exchanged a handshake.

"No problem, and call me Hank."

As the doctor prepared to leave he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He waved to his patient and slid into his car. "Hey, Divya, how's our patient?"

"Please tell me you'll be coming back soon."

He chuckled at the playfully frustrated tone of his physician assistant's voice. "Evan giving you trouble?"

"You did not tell me he would be such a big baby about needles!" Hank then heard a distant voice calling out from the phone that vividly deciphered "I heard that!", which he supposed came from his irritated brother.

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a few minutes. And give him space, he'll eventually give in in his own time."

"So that whole 'give me some time to prepare' charade actually works? I've been watching him like hawk just so he wouldn't use it as an excuse to run."

"Oh he tried that once." Hank chuckled at the recollection of that moment. "He actually thought he would outrun a runner!"

Divya chuckled. "Hm…it's gone suspiciously quiet. Are you prepared yet?" She called out, with no response in return. "You…don't think he actually ran?"

"He wouldn't!" He heard shuffling and then silence. "Did he run?"

The doctor heard a sigh of relief from the phone. "No, he's just resting. Don't think this fake charade of yours will avoid the blood test. I'll do it whether you're awake or supposedly asleep."

Hank adjusted his phone onto loud speaker as he began to drive. "Is he really asleep?"

"I'm preparing the needle, Evan." Hank waited briefly for further responses from his brother. He continued to listen to a few subtle background sounds, assuming Divya's tapping his brother's forearm by now.

"Huh...that's weird." Divya said after a couple of seconds.

"What is?" Hank momentarily shifted his attention to his phone currently positioned below his stereo and back to the road.

"I just shoved the needle into his arm and he barely flinched at the contact."

Henry furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "What?"

"Evan?" The tone of his associate's voice left an unsettling churn in his stomach.

"What's going on, Divya?" Failing to receive a response Hank spoke again. "Is everything okay?"

"Hang on." This time her tone was laced with urgency. Hank exhaled in concern and anxiously waited for a response, listening to the sounds of some additional scuffling and beeping.

"I'm taking out the heart monitor."

"Heart monitor? Divya, what the hell is going on?"

"Hank," she said, dangerously serious. "His heart rate's increasing and his BP has fallen significantly."

"What?" Henry felt his heart drop to his stomach.

"HANK, HE'S NOT RESPONDING!"

"Call 911 IMMEDIATELY, I'll meet you shortly. In the meantime stay on the phone..." He sputtered further medical terminology with his PA, trying his best to calm by letting his professional instincts take over his brotherly ones. Henry found himself speeding the rest of the way, his foot never leaving the accelerator, with the additional constant worry lingering at the back of his mind.

TBC

Um...please don't kill me? I know it's not much but at least I'm finally heading somewhere! And I have been doing a crap load of research to find the diagnosis I'm going to use!

But for now, lemme know what you guys think :)

Side note: I LOVE the fact that I even got my brother into the show recently and it made my heart so happy when he said "When does Evan get hurt?" Even HE demands Evan whumpage. The writers of the show are so damn oblivious!