Evan has slept for about two hours after his father had come in without being invited. It has been more of an intrusion. Hank hasn't looked happy about it and Evan hasn't liked the thought of their father being around right now either.

He woke up with severe pain in his chest. His heart was racing. Every breath felt like a sharp knife in his throat. He sat up and tried to breathe through the tightening breathtaking pain in his heart and chest.

His brother and his father, his family, were outside the room. He could hear them talk, but didn't understand what they said. Probably the usual meaningless smalltalk. The two shared nothing, so he was sure that it couldn't be anything important.

The pain was still there. He had the feeling it would wander. Listening to the not understandable conversation helped. It was like a soft melody that gave comfort. His arm felt a little numb now, but he had no time to think about it. The voices in the living room became loud. He still couldn't understand the words, but he was sure that the two men were arguing about something. Oh well, why am I not surprised? It's the same old, same old. Smalltalk and arguments – screwed family!

Hank yelled at their father that he wanted him to leave. Evan started to worry now. It took a lot of energy, but he got to his feet and walked to the door. His heart was beating so hard, that he feared it would explode in his chest. The door to the house was slammed. He guessed that meant his father was gone and Hank in a bad mood. Evan didn't care about his brothers mood. He wanted to be close to him, talk to him and give him a possibility to speak about the argument.

His brother sprinted to his side as soon as he left his room. "Thank you." Hank steadied him, because he was swaying badly. They sat down on the couch and the doctor helped his brother to lay down. "I get you some water. Do you need anything else?"

Evan shook his head. He was so dizzy and his stomach was turning. "Maybe I do. Do you have something for the nausea? I'm feeling sick again."

"Sure, I'm a doctor, Evan." Hank grabbed for his bag and got the medicine for his brother. He came back with water and pills. "Here take those and take small sips, okay? I help you sit up." He helped his brother to sit up and sat down on the place, where Evan's head and neck have rested before. He heard the unhealthy breathing coming from his brother. "Hey, you don't sound to good. Are you in pain?"

"Just a little in my chest and a mild headache, nothing bad. Was exhausting to walk from my bed to here."

"Do you need some painkiller?"

"No, don't worry, just resting a few minutes and I feel better."

"Okay, tell me if you change your mind. Lean on, Evan. It's time for me to take care of you again." He waited until he felt his brothers head in his lap. "I'm not leaving the house this week, except for running errands or the few appointments that are too important to delay. We will go through this together, Evan."

"Thanks. You have no idea what that means to me, Hank. I was so afraid..." He stopped, not knowing, if he should mention it at all. What if he says he hates me?

"Evan?" No answer. "What were you afraid of?"

"Nothing, never mind."

"Nononono. Talk to me. I wanna know what scares you." He paused. "Please."

His brother felt tears stinging in his eyes. The 'please' sounded honest in his ears. And it was so unexpected. He tried to speak, but the numbness in his arm was somehow painful. How can that be?!

"Evan? Are you ok!?"

"Yes, it's nothing, I just don't know..."

"What? What is it? Damn, talk to me, Evan!" He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. He spoke again, this time softer: "I'm sorry, I didn't want to yell at you. It's okay, you tell me, whenever you're ready." He did something that he hadn't done since they were teenager. He put his left hand on his brothers chest as if to warm his heart, while his right hand grabbed his brothers hand. He then bent down to give Evan a kiss on the forehead. "All I want is for you to be okay again."

"Hank, I know how you feel against Dad, because he did all those things and you said I was like Dad with the money and I was afraid you hate me now and..."

"Evan? How in the world could you ever believe I was able to hate you?"

"Because he was a drinker too and you hate him, and I'm just like him." Evan felt tears running down his cheeks.

"No, don't cry, please don't." Hank felt miserable for comparing his younger brother with their rotten father. "It was wrong to say such things. I know you're not greedy like him. You're a good person, Evan. You make me laugh, you're always here to help. I don't hate you. You are my family."

Not caring about the pain in his chest and his side, Evan turned around and hugged his brother. "And you're mine, Henry." He didn't care about his tears. When his brother tightened the hug, he couldn't stop himself from screaming.

Hank immediately let go. His brother grimaced. Oh God, he hurts so much. I wish I'd knew what's wrong. I have to examine him, no matter what he says. "Sorry, where is the pain? Let me take a look at you, okay?"

"No, it's nothing really.."

"You just screamed in pain. That's not nothing."

"I was overreacting a bit, don't worry. I was a bit dizzy, when I tried to get up from bed, I fell on my knees and hit my side on the bad, but I looked at it. It won't even be a big bruise. If you want to help me, give me something for the pain and I'll be fine."

Hank got up and came back with the pills. "You take them. If you're still in pain after some rest, I'm gonna have a closer look on you. Deal?"

Evan didn't like it, but he was save for now. "Deal." He swallowed the pills. "What were you two arguing about?"

"Who?"

"Dad and you. I heard you yelling at him. I didn't understand a word, but you slammed the door. And people usually do that in anger."

"Well, I can say one thing for sure. Your head seems okay, you're playing Sherlock Holmes. Haven't you been Watson, when we were kids?"

"Yeah, but you left to study medicine. Now you're the doc. And don't change subjects. Tell me 'bout you and Dad."

"It was the usual, I don't even remember what it was about. You know, we can't be in a room for more than a few minutes without an argument, unless we have you to stand by and babysit."

"Yeah, but you were angry!"

"That's often a result of an argument, and I don't think I w..."

Hank couldn't finish his sentence. It was knocking on the door and he was too concentrated on the earlier conversation Afraid.. you hate me... you said I was like Dad... How could I ever make him feel those things. I really suck as big brother., that he opened the door without looking who was standing out there. When he saw the person, he was too slow to react. The man came in without waiting for approval. Before Hank could do anything, he has reached the living room. "Hey, Evan."

Hank didn't hear what the man was whispering after that. His face fleshed with anger. The man was kneeling down in front of Evan as if he'd care so much for the man. And his brother didn't know the truth. He couldn't do anything about it, not yet, not in this situation. But he swore to himself that he would end this as soon as possible.

"We were just talking about you, Dad." Evan said smiling. "See Hank, now you have Dad around and he can take care of me, when you see your patients or if you need some rest."