Eddie was still in the house, Hank hasn't been able to throw him out again, not in front of Evan. The youngest and the oldest Lawson sat on the couch and talked. Nothing of importance, just some gossip. Well, in the world of the Hamptons, gossip was probably more important than one would think.

Hank had a discussion with one of his patients over the phone. He hung up with a sigh. This man drives me insane. He had to make a decision. The patient had called from the hospital. The doctors there have run all the ordered test and had a diagnosis. One of the few that Hank has suspected. They wanted to perform surgery the next day. Mr. Tyler wanted a second opinion. Hank's opinion. He would have to go through all the test results and examine his patient again, talk to the doctors there and to the patient, but... Mr. Tyler wasn't a patient to talk to. The man wasn't one of the pleasant patients. Discussing things over and over, reading too much online and 'finding' the craziest illnesses he could have. Hank had trust in Dr. Walkner from the Hampton Heritage. And didn't see the point of a second opinion, especially after he himself has sent the patient to the hospital to check out the symptoms.

Well, he was a concierge doctor and he would go whenever patients called, but it was different this time. He was needed at home, his brother was the one that needed his attention, not so much as a doctor maybe, but as his family.

His father came up to him and whispered: "Listen, son. I know we are like fire and ice and this morning was not different. I'm sorry, I said those things to you."

"I'm not the one you should apologize to, but I don't want to argue again. Not with him around. He got enough to deal with."

"I know, son. The call you got was from a patient, wasn't it? I can see you want to stay here, but also know about the responsibility you feel for your patients. I want to help you. You go see your patient and I stay here with, Evan."

"No, he's my responsibility, not yours. He's been most of his life."

"Henry, he's my son. You tell me what I'm supposed to do and I do it, while you're out working."

"I don't know. You're son, huh? Where comes that from? I can't recall that you ever acted as his father. Oh well, didn't you prove yourself wrong, just a few hours ago?" I don't like it all.

"Shame on me. Now, come on, what should happen to the boy? He's a drinker and not seriously sick."

"He is very sick. And other than you, he understands it, that's why he will get the help he needs and stop drinking. His gonna be okay again."

Suddenly Evan appeared next to them. "If you need to go, Henry, just go. I'll be okay. Guess I go to bed anyway. I'm sleepy. So don't worry ab-" He started swaying, bent over and vomited heavily, before his knees gave in.

"Yeah, I don't need to worry. You are doing just fine." Hank said, holding him around his waist to prevent him from falling. "That's it. I'm staying. I may lose a patient, but I'm not gonna lose a brother."

"You won't lose me, Henry, just because you see a patient. Your job first, than me. HankMed needs a reliable doctor, if it's not going to get more advertising."

"Do you have any plans for today or tonight, Eddie? I don't know how long it will be. I have to see Dr. Walkner and Mr. Tyler. Then I'll grab some food and other stuff we need and be right back."

"Sure, I didn't make any plans for today or tonight. Don't worry."

"Okay. I'll bring you to bed, buddy."

Evan was weak and leaned onto his brothers shoulder. He helped as much as he could walking to the bedroom. Most of the weight was left for Hank to carry. And when he finally laid down in his bed he mumbled: "So-y Hen-y."

"It's okay, Evan. There is one thing you have to know, before I leave. It's always you first. Always."

"Thanks."

He smiled. "I tell Eddie to call me, if you need me, but you have your phone right here and call me whenever you want.

"Yes," was all that Evan could say before drifting into a deep sleep.

Hank waited a moment and watched his brothers breathing. He's so pale and weak. I'm not sure alcohol is the only problem. He went back to his father to talk to him. "Listen Eddie, I know why you're doing this and I hate it, but it's the best to do right now. And don't get it wrong! I'm doing this for Evan. And if you let him down again, I swear you will never see him again. Or me."

"Oh son, all will be fine."

"Look at him now and then, take care of his pain, make him drink enough water. Clean the floor, please."

"I'll call after the hospital and ask how he is, before running some errands."

"Okay."

Hank was ready to leave. But turned back one last time: "And don't leave him alone in the house!" The doctor left with those words.

Okay, this wasn't too long and the last two chapters were less mysterious, but that doesn't mean things are done soon. Just next chapter will give us some more to wonder and leave us with new questions. Things aren't always what they seem to be. I guess we all know that. Oh, please feel free to let me know what you think will happen or what you would want to happen. I have my plot in my head. It's completed there, but there might be a way to include some small wishes.