Anote: I don't know much about medicine, so I will leave it to my co-author…vampy, to elaborate on Evan's injuries if she wants. TVA: That's why googled was invented. If you nice people want it, mention it in a review or I probably won't. :)

Chapter 10 –Shelter

One eyelid peeled open and then the other.

Evan didn't want to open his eyes, but he had learned his lesson. The recent fiasco with his father had taught him that if you close your eyes to reality, bad things happened. Of course, he always thought it was figurative expression, not literal.

However, this time reality wasn't so bad.

'I didn't know you sing?' he whispered in admiration, staring down at the woman who was sitting on the carpet near the foot of his bed.

The woman had been rocking to and fro and humming some unintelligible but beautiful song to herself. Slowly, she opened her eyes and smiled up at him. The peace he saw in her eyes made him stare in awe.

'It's not a song, it's a bhajan,' she informed him in the same hushed tones, 'a prayer of praise.'

The young CFO looked around their prison pointedly. 'Did I miss the memo? What do we have to be thankful for? I am hurt; we have no cell phones and no way of getting out of here.'

She didn't bother to launch into a detailed lesson on Hinduism as she noticed the glassy and unfocused look in his eyes. With a small groan he covered his face with his hands as she checked his vitals again.

'How is it looking?' he inquired cautiously. 'Do I WANT to know what's wrong with me?'

The small kiss she pressed on his forehead answered his question.

If it was Hank here, he would have peppered him with question upon question knowing all along that his brother would never let anything bad happen to him. Not that he thought that Divya would let him suffer. He had every confidence in the woman's ability to care for him. Evan knew that the woman was doing all she could with the limited supplies she had- not because he was related to Hank, but because she was a professional who took her job seriously. It wasn't the same, though. He couldn't complain and bitch to her like he would to his brother. For some reason he wanted to be strong and brave just like she was.

'Do we have anything to eat?' he asked instead, in what he hoped was a steady voice. 'Do you have mints in your purse?'

The curly-haired man's eyes widened in shock when the woman whipped out a bowl of clear still steaming tomato soup.

'I love you Divya!' he said enthusiastically as his eyes feasted on the plate before him.

For one moment the Indian felt her stomach contract with surprise at his words, and her heart fluttered in her chest. However, she shook it off as she assisted the man in carefully inserting another pillow under his head.

Evan was just about to open his mouth to receive the first spoonful when his hand whipped out to snag her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.

'You eat first,' he insisted chivalrously. 'I'm not hungry.'

His stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly in disagreement.

'I ate some earlier when you were asleep,' she attempted to reassure him. 'I appreciate your concern but you have to eat. Physician Assistant's orders!'

He turned his head away as she attempted to feed him the soup again.

'Are you lying to me Divya? Are you sure you have eaten?' he said soberly looking deeply into her eyes. Earlier, she has informed him of their current situation and then had retreated to a distant corner to wash her face and compose herself. 'Are you sure we have enough food for us both?'

'I am not lying…this room is like some sort of storm shelter. There's more food here than we can eat in a year!'

This was all the reassurance the CFO of Hank MED needed.

She slowly fed him a one spoonful at a time even though he sucked the spoon in his hunger.

'Slowly,' she cautioned him, and to her horror a single tear rolled down her cheek.

Panicked, Evan stopped eating.

'I am sorry,' he apologized quickly. 'Did I do something wrong? I can eat slowly!'

She waved another spoonful under his nose.

Very slowly he took the soup and swallowed just as carefully.

'You didn't do anything wrong,' she insisted trying to wipe array the tear with her sleeve but of course not succeeding. 'I am just very happy that you are eating.'

He angled his long arms around the bowl of soup to wipe away the tear with his thumb.

'Ahh…the crying when you are happy routine,' he commented with a wink at her confused and flustered expression.

And, without warning, he licked his tear stained finger.

'Oh my god Evan!' she yelled out loud. 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?You're injured and you can still flirt!'

This was of course the wrong thing to say as he grinned in male satisfaction. 'I know. It's a gift we Lawson men have.'

Divya pressed her lips together in annoyance and waved the spoon in front of his face with more aggression this time.

'I do NOT see Hank behaving in such an absurd manner!' she protested as her patient continued to eat.

'Do you think Hank is okay?' he whispered out a fear he had been turning over in his mind.

Frowning, the PA mopped up some soup that had spilled down the edge of the bowl.

'Why do you ask?' she inquired quickly, thinking that Evan was going to reveal something about their situation.

'It's just….' he began before falling silent.

With a little sigh the accountant plucked at the bed sheets underneath him.

'You don't know Henry like I do,' he fretted miserably. 'He's relentless…we've been missing for hours. He'll come looking for us. What if that person who drove us off the road does something bad to him?'