Hank 6 and 1.

Hank sighed, watching his little brother play. He wished Don could play soccer. He'd tried to teach him once, but then mom had told him that seeing as the ball was about as big as Don, (he had been an early pregnancy) he really couldn't play just yet. Hank had been very patient, and waited 3 whole days, and Don still wasn't big enough. He just didn't get it. He thought about his monster truck. Mom had said he need to stay with Don all the time, since he had just started walking, but this was boring! It couldn't hurt to leave just a little bit, could it? No, he wouldn't be gone long. He raced up to his room. Now, where was that truck?

When he finally got back downstairs, he was shocked to see Don was gone! He wasn't in the living room! Oh, this was not good. Mommy had said that Don needed to stay in the living room 'cause it had a carpet. Where was he? Hank raced along, truck still in hand, from room to room. He skidded into the kitchen. Oh no. Don was reaching for the shiney tray on the kids table they used when guests came over. But there were things on it! Hank lunged forward, dropping the truck.

"DON NO!" Don looked over, curious blue eyes finding his brother, as his little hand tipped the tray. "NOOO!" Hank couldn't get there in time to stop the pile of blocks from striking his brothers head. "DON!" Desperately, Hank threw the blocks off his little brother, tears welling in his eyes. Don wasn't moving. He pulled his brother out of the pile, eyes wide at the trickle of blood coming from his head. Don's breathing was quiet, but it was there. He held him tight, whimpering in fear. Don wasn't moving. He wouldn't wake up. Mommy and Daddy were outside talking with the neighbors and they always locked the doors. What happened if Don died?

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"Hank, we're home!"

"Mommy, Daddy! Don's hurt!" The Halls ran in, and stopped, shocked at the sight before them.

"I'll get the car." Irwin ran from the house as fast as possible, while Jasmine grabbed Don.

"I didn't mean to Mommy." Hank sobbed. "I didn't mean to."

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(In the hospital)

"He's going to live." The doctor announced, and the Hall family gasped in relief. "Hank, you'll have to stay here. Your parents and I are going to go see Don now." Hank nodded, feeling tears of relief slip down his cheeks as he hugged his knees to his chest. He hadn't killed his little brother. He hadn't killed Don. But the doctor hadn't looked very happy…

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"Hank, you can come in now." the doctor said, stepping out of the room, Irwin and Jasmine behind him. Hank nodded, and slid off the chair. He noticed mommy had been crying. What was wrong? They entered the room, and Hank ran to the bed where Don lay. He looked so small. Hank started to scramble up the bed, but then paused.

"It's okay." The doctor said, walking over to lift Hank up beside his brother. "Up you go." Hank gulped, and crawled over to his brother. He knelt beside him, and put his hand over Don's mouth and nose, feeling him breathe.

"Hank." The doctor interrupted, sounding sad. "I need to talk to you." Hank turned, and hopped down, standing in front of the doctor.

"I know I was bad, I should've stayed with him like mommy said, I should've…"

"Hank. I know. But that's not what's important now. I know you've learned your lesson, now you need to know something."

"What?" Hank whispered quietly. If it would help Don, he would do anything, no matter what.

"Don… when he hit his head he was hurt. He may be… different when he grows up. He may not be as smart as you are, or he may just have weird ideas about things. I really don't know. But you have to take care of him, okay?" Hank nodded, tears forming in his eyes. "You have to always take care of him, because I think he's going to need it. Can you do that? Always take care of him?"

"Y-yes."

"Good." The doctor sighed. "You know, I had a brother once. He was younger than I was, and he wasn't as smart. There was something wrong with him when he was born. But he loved me. He didn't understand much, but he loved me. I got mad at him once, and hit him. He didn't understand why I would do that, he just looked so lost. I said sorry, and hugged him, and he just forgave me. Just like that. Because he loved me. He's not alive anymore, but I wish I'd spent more time with him when he was. I'm not saying your brother will die. Don has a different kind of hurt. But you need to love him, okay? No matter what. Even if he's not as strong as you are, or as smart. Can you love him?"

"I will." Hank whispered, feeling a sort of weight settle on his shoulders. "I'll always take care of him. And I'll always love him. I promise."

Author's note: My story "Who am I Beating up This Time" fits quite nicely into this, I'm not going to put the whole story into here (it is a one shot though) but I feel like it fits really really well into the story here. It's also very well written, and funny, so if you like family fluff, or this story, then I think you'd like it. :) Read on!