The night has been pretty uneventful. Evan had waken up once to use the restroom and throw up. It had taken him a while after that to fall asleep again.

He was now in a deep nightmare. He struggled to wake up, but couldn't.

Your mother is sick and we need the money, you have to do it. It's not like you have a choice. I want it and you do it. The father pushes the boy in a room, where a few people are waiting for him. He knows that it's not right that he has to do things, but he still doesn't know what it is that is going to happen. He is so scared and runs away, trying to find a way home, but he doesn't know how to get there and even if he does, he knows his brother won't be there to protect him. He hears steps, someone is coming closer and he feels hands on his shoulder. The boy starts screaming.

"Please don't touch me, go away!"

"Evan, wake up!" Hank shook him a second time.

"Hurts..nooooo! Daddy, help me...Daddy!"

Eddie, I swear I'm gonna kill you, when you hurt him! He took his brother in his arms and held him tight. "It's okay, Evan, I'm here, it's okay."

The screaming changed into sobbing. Evan cried uncontrollable, but was not totally awake, yet. "Daddy, why? Don't... Hank, please tell him to stop. It hurts."

"It's okay, I'm here, Evan. It's Hank, ok? I won't let anybody hurt you. Never."

Things went this way for a while until Evan was relaxed and exhausted from the nightmare and its effects on him. Hank and Emily left together, both had patients to see. And Evan slept for a while till the bell rang. He slowly got up and let his father in. "Dad, what do you want? Henry isn't here."

"Oh son, it's not Henry I want to see. I'm here to spend some time with you!"

"I'm sorry, Dad, but I don't feel really good and..."

"Let's go out for a belated breakfast or an early lunch. I'll pay!"

"I don't know, well okay, why not? I need a quick shower. Give me a few minutes. It would be nice to drink a coffee before we leave, will you make some?"

"Sure, I was afraid you would never ask."

Evan went into the shower, he wasn't really sure, why his father wanted to spend time with him, but he had longed for such rare times since he was a boy. So he wouldn't miss the chance now. He felt pain all over his body, not really knowing why. Ignoring that his skin didn't feel as smooth as it always had.

Daddy, please help me... hurts.. Thoughts, memories of his nightmares flashed through his mind. Just nightmares, really? Sure, nightmares... but they felt so real. Evan pushed them away. He didn't want to think about such things, not now, when he had some time to spend with his father, before he'd leave into an uncertain future.

He didn't feel too dizzy and just a little sick, it must be a good sign, that everything will work out fine, maybe he didn't have to leave in the end. Who knew, if Hank might tell him about his plans today and tell Emily he couldn't go? He had new hope.

Eddie had their coffee finished. He was the only Lawson that used sugar, the boys were just like his dead wife – coffee and milk. "Sit down, son. This is yours. Drink it as long as it is warm."

Evan smiled at his father and was so looking forward to his coffee. It smelled great, that alone gave him strength. Eddie drank his coffee fast, looking at his youngest. "Henry told me you weren't to good. How do you feel now?"

A wave of dizziness washed over Evan's brain and made him moan for a moment, but then it was gone. "Pretty good, I'm actually doing fine today." Nausea. Speaking was harder for him all of a sudden. "How, h-how come ya want.. wanna go out ta-today?"

"I just want to talk to you without Hank around. Him and I had some fights. I guess he told you."

"Don't know... can't remember. Where do you wanna go?" Evan tried to focus on his father, but their were three of them.

"Is something wrong, boy?"

"Just dizzy, Dad. No! Call Hank, think I'm gonna pas..." Evan fell over before he could finish his words. His father held him. Evan wasn't unconscious – he just wasn't aware of himself anymore. Eddie helped him up on his feet and brought him outside to his car. Evan just walked with him, no clear thought could be formed in his mind and he just did what he was ordered to.

"No worries, son, I'll drive you. It's faster. And you will feel much better in no time. We don't need to call Hank away from his patients." He smiled and laid a hand on his sons cheek. Just relax. Evan's head rested on his palm, before he took it away. "I'm gonna take care of you."

A car stopped a few hours later near some trees. A man got out of the car, before it sped away. He walked for a while, but fell every few steps; he seemed to be disorientated and confused. The man struggled his way forward. He wanted to cross the road. There is no car nearby and he started to the other side.

Two women were outside a house and just closing the door. "A store." The man tried to focus on them. He had almost reached the other side, when car drove by and one of the women shouted out to the man to get away from there. He didn't hear her, but saw the car and jumped off the road. But it's too late, his right leg got hit by the car down from the knee to his foot. He rolled around in the air and hit the ground near. His head crushes into a nearby tree and starts to bleed. The women ran to him. There was a noise that they didn't recognize.

When they finally knelt down by the man, they saw the head wound, the strange way his right ankle laid, the blood around his knee and several cuts along his arms with glass shards in them. The man smelled like a liquor store. One broken bottle was buried under his shoulder.

"Melissa, call an ambulance."

"No, don't, it's important, call my doctor... Hank." The man is conscious, but that was his last coherent moment. He tried to get his wallet, but his hands didn't want to obey.

But the younger woman surprised him. "It's Dr. Lawson, right? I have his number, I call him. Who are you?"

"I...I.. am.." His eyes rolled back in his head and he kept mumbling, words that made no sense and noises that weren't words.

"Dr. Lawson? Here is Melissa, the one from the store. There was an accident in front of our store. The driver is gone, but the man that got hit by the car is bleeding and didn't want an ambulance. He asked to call you?" She listened for a while. "No, I'm sorry, Hank, he is also very drunken and it's impossible to get anything out of him. The last he said was to call you!" She looked with relief at her sister and hung up. "Okay, he will be here in ten minutes."

"Oh God, I think I know who this man is! I hope I'm wrong." Vanessa stared at the man then at her sister. "I think he's Hank's brother."