Actions & Consequences

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Still do not own Royal Pains. Sadness.

Special thanks to Synner23, Heartfallen, xLaurelCullenxx and Alex Kade for your awesome reviews! Sorry for leaving you on a cliff hanger (two in a row-aren't I just pure evil? The answer is 'yes' by the way ) so here's a new chapter to make up for it!

I apologize for any grammatical errors or medical errors.

Chapter 3: Road Side Emergency Care-Provided Exclusively by HankMed!

Hank hadn't worried much when he and Divya returned to the guesthouse and Evan wasn't there. After all, Evan's a grown man and is free to go as he pleases. Hank just figured that Evan had just gone for a run or to schmooze more rich people into HankMed clients.

But when Evan had called him in a panic, practically screaming about someone who was hurt, Hank started to worry. He started to worry more when he learned that Evan had been in a car accident. He started to officially become deeply concerned when Evan told him that he was hurt.

Hank didn't think he could worry any more about his little brother. Until now.

As soon as Hank and Divya arrived at the crash site, Evan had immediately lost consciousness. Hank felt panic and fear flood through him and it was only his instincts as a doctor that kept him moving.

"Evan! Evan!" Hank yelled. He banged on the passenger side window, which was badly cracked from the accident but still intact. Evan didn't respond. Hank grabbed the door handle and found it was locked.

Hank stood up and yelled at Divya, "Is your side unlocked?"

Divya grabbed the driver's door. She pulled and found it was locked. She shook her head. "It's locked," she said.

"Time for plan B," said Hank.

"What's plan B?" asked Divya.

Hank picked up a large rock from the ground. He then threw it through the backseat window. The glass shattered.

"That's plan B," said Hank. He started to reach his arm through the opening.

"Be careful," warned Divya. Hank nodded. He moved his hand and arm forward underneath Evan's seatbelt and passed his shoulder. He continued to move his arm along the doorframe until he reached the lock. He pulled it up, unlocking the door.

"YES!" shouted Hank. He pulled the door open. He quickly pushed the button that unlocked all the doors. He heard Divya open the driver's door and start assess his father. His attention, however, was focused only on his brother.

"Evan?" Hank asked quietly. He reached up and felt Evan's neck for a pulse. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

"How is he?" asked Divya, concerned.

"Pulse is strong," said Hank. He grabbed his stethoscope out of the HankMed he had dropped at his feet. He listened to Evan's chest. "Left lung sounds good." Hank moved his stethoscope to the right and cursed.

"What is it?" Divya looked up, alarmed.

"Crackling sounds on the right side," said Hank. He pulled off the stethoscope and looped it around his neck. He felt along Evan's rib. He cursed again, "It feels like Evan has broken a couple of ribs."

"Which means there's a risk that the rib has punctured the lung," finished Divya.

Hank nodded. He tapped Evan's check, "Evan! Evan, wake up!" Evan mumbled something but did not regain consciousness. Hank reached down into his bag and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and poured it on Evan's face.

Evan's eyes snapped open, "What?" He looked around confused until he gaze landed on Hank, "Hank! What happened?"

"You were in a car accident," said Hank softly.

"Oh yeah," said Evan. He looked up, "So why are you here? To create your own road side ER?"

"You called me," said Hank. He was checking the cut on Evan's forehead and another one of his temple, "Remember?"

"Oh yeah," said Evan. He looked up at the ceiling, musing over his latest thought, "Road Side Emergency Care…provided exclusively by HankMed!" He looked back at Hank excited, "That could be our next big item to sell to our customers!"

"Why don't you wait till we get you out of here before you start working on the promos," said Hank.

"Fair enough," said Evan. "How's Dad?" He started to turn his head to look at Divya and Eddie but Hank stopped him.

"No Evan!" said Hank. "You could have a neck injury! Don't move unless I tell you okay?"

"Okay," said Evan.

"I'm going to put a neck brace on you to stabilize your neck and head," said Hank calmly. "Let me know if you feel any pain." He grabbed the neck brace and carefully lifted Evan's head up and slipped the brace on.

"How are you feeling Evan?" asked Hank.

"Okay," said Evan. "How's Dad? Is he okay? Is he alive?"

"Your father is fine," said Divya. "His pulse is strong and his breathing is fine. He's just unconsciousness and it looks like he has broken an arm. He'll be fine."

"Thank God," said Evan. "I was really worried."

"I hadn't guessed," said Hank. He was currently checking Evan's blood pressure. He sighed. "Evan, your blood pressure is low. I'm going to get an IV started." Hank bent down and dig through his medical bag.

"What does that mean?" asked Evan, a little fear creeping into his voice. "Am I dying?"

"No!" said Hank quickly. He stood back with all the equipment he needed in his hands. He set the items down on Evan's lap. He grabbed Evan's hand and squeezed it. "You're not dying, I promise."

"I'm not?" asked Evan.

Hank looked his brother in the eyes, "Do you really think I'd let that happen?"

"No," said Evan.

"That's right," said Hank. "There are several reasons why your blood pressure is low. You're all banged up and you have numerous cuts and you have probably lost some fluids. I'm starting an IV to help replace the fluids you've lost, okay?"

"Okay," said Evan.

"This is going to hurt a little Ev," said Hank. Hank finds a vein and then inserts the needle. He smiles when the needle slips easily into the vein. "It's in!" Hank yells. He then quickly hooks up a bag of saline solution.

"I feel better all ready," said Evan.

"Glad to hear it," said Hank. "How are you feeling? Any pain?"

"It might be easier to ask what doesn't hurt," said Evan. "My head hurts, my chest hurts, my leg hurts. Pretty much everything hurts except my right pinkie."

Hank looks down at Evan's right hand. "Um Evan? I'd hate to tell you this, but your right pinkie is broken."

"Sure, just my luck," said Evan. He gasped in pain.

Hank jumped up in alert, "What is it, Evan?"

"My leg," gasped Evan, his voice laced with pain, "it really hurts, Hank."

Hank nodded, "Okay, Ev. I'll take a look at it okay?" He bent down to look at Evan's right leg. He sighed, "Damn it!"

"What is it?" asked Evan, "My leg is still there, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, Evan, you still have your leg," said Hank. "But it looks like when you crashed, your leg was rammed into the dashboard. It's suck."

Hank began moving around slowly, trying to find the pulse in Evan's leg.

"Hank, what are you doing?" asked Evan concerned.

"I am just checking your leg," said Hank.

"Be careful," warned Evan. "There are a lot of sharp metal pieces down there that you could cut your hand on. Granted, I can't really see because my head is in this uncomfortable neck brace which really hurts by the way—whoever made these must just hate people and wanted to torture them…"

Hank smiled. It just wasn't Evan unless he was rambling.

"Don't worry, Ev," said Hank, "I'll be careful. I'm just trying to assess the damage."

"Okay," said Evan.

Hank carefully felt along the leg, "Well, Evan, you definitely broke your leg, I think. I can tell better when—"Hank stopped when he felt something wet against his hand.

Divya looked up concerned, "What is it Hank?"

Hank sat there for a moment, starring in disbelief at the blood on his hand.

"Hank, are you okay?" asked Evan. "HANK!"

"Huh," said Hank. He looked up at Evan, "I'm fine, Evan." He turned to Divya, "Divya, can you come over here for a moment?"

Divya nodded. She walked around to the other side of the car.

Hank stood up. Evan's eyes widen when he say his brother's hand was stained red.

"Hank!" shouted Evan, "Oh my God! You did cut your hand! I told you to be careful!"

Hank looked down at his hand and then looked at Evan. His voice shook a little when he spoke.

"It's not mine."

Another cliff hanger I know.

P.S. I had to add in that part about Evan and the marketing concept for HankMed. I have the feeling that even in car accident, severly injuried, Evan would still be thinking of new HankMed marketing strategies.

And for the record-the neck braces REALLY do hurt. I had to wear one for 24 hours after I was rear-ended and take my word for it; they really uncomfortable.

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