Thanks everyone for replying! I have a beta now... soooo YAY! And I'm glad I'm not the only fan of Hank whump... :) So I posted... faster than normal... or thought possible. ENJOY!
Time seemed to be on a stand still as everyone froze; Evan in front, hand on the handle yet not turning it. "Guys...I'm scared," He said, voice hitching as he glanced at his shoes then at his unmoving hand. "It's okay Ev, we are going to do this together," Divya said encouragingly, resting a soothing hand on his shoulder. "What...What if he looks like mom did...before she, she died?" Evan choked out, hastily wiping a lone tear.
Evan breathed in deeply, summoning all his courage to turn the knob. Once open, he inched forward into the room. The smell was the first thing he noticed, the sterile smell mixed in with medicines and just overall sickness. Evan swallowed flashbacks as he inched more in, the wall leading into the room still obscuring his brother from view.
(Divya)
I trailed behind Evan; I swear he was trembling. Hell! We all were. I shook my head as the wall gave way to the sight we were dreading. I swear all oxygen left the room when your eyes fell on him. Hank was lying in the bed, head turned slightly to the left as his mouth hung open loosely.
The sheets around him made him appear all the more pale and sickly and the machines made him look vulnerable, smaller. I felt like a giant standing next to him, like I could crack his body just by touching him. Machines were connected on all sides and the steady beat of the heart monitor reminding me, all of us, that he was still alive.
(Evan)
I couldn't breathe. The room seemed too small, the sounds too loud, the lights too bright. I reached a trembling hand out and held his hand in mine. It just reminded me that my brother, super doctor of the Hamptons, wasn't invincible. That he could get hurt like everyone else. I swallowed tears; I wouldn't let everyone see me, weak.
I sat down in the chair next to the bed, raising his hand off the bed and holding it against my cheek. His hand seemed to be the only part of his body that wasn't cut, punctured, or bruised. No one spoke. The silence was like glass surrounding every single person in the room. Glass that could only be shattered by the knife of tension and awkwardness that hung in the air between everyone.
(Boris)
I couldn't think of a single thing to say, words were lost to me in that moment. Hank...one of the best people I had ever met was lying there in front of me, looking like a little kid. The natural father in me was creeping to the surface. I felt the need to protect him, to make sure nothing like this ever happened again. Who knew that when I asked them to stay with me they would become such a BIG part of my life? The Lawson boys... How did you do this to me?