Chapter –

'Boris!' Hank waved as he jogged down the hill.

Without even stopping fully, the billionaire threw open the passenger door and allowed the young doctor to leap inside.

Hank quickly buckled his seat belt as the man depressed the gas pedal and the sports car picked up speed.

'What's going on?' he asked turning towards the driver's seat. 'Did you get another phone call? Is it Tucker?'

The man didn't answer as he smoothly maneuvered around a trundling Winnebago to catch the lights.

'HANK!' the man more of less yelled. 'Let me drive. We need to get there in one piece, and we need to get there now. PLEASE!'

The curly-haired doctor clenched his fists together, but he obeyed. As he looked out the window he suddenly realized how recklessly- but skillfully- Boris was driving. Where did the man learn how to do this? Unconsciously, the young man held on to the car door as the financier drove through the Hamptons like a speed racer on acid.

The man roared into the little car parking lot of Hampton's Heritage before killing the engine.

They turned to face each other; the look in the man's eyes turned Hank into stone.

'Just tell me,' he whispered in fear.

Compassionately, Boris reached out one hand to comfort the other.

'They found Evan…' he began, and without an ounce of surprise on Boris' behalf, the doctor bounded out of the car as if he had been shot.

Boris didn't even bother to close and lock the vehicle as he sped after Hank. As the two men hit the lobby at a run, Jill was waiting for them with her clipboard clutched protectively against her chest. And like runners in a relay race, no one spoke as she too sprinted down the correct corridor, leading them to the room where Evan was being worked on.

Jill and Boris flanked the young doctor as he stood there staring in horror at his brother's pale face.

'No, no…no' Hank muttered softly to himself.

Jill started to cry softly as she watched him. If it was anyone else, Hank would have stepped forward and begun to scrub in, ready to assist in whatever way he could no matter how menial the task. But Hank was not stepping forward today. Today he was standing on the sidelines; today he was using all the strength he had just to stay upright.

'Doctor Blair,' Jill called out, trying to attract the surgeon's attention to give them a report.

The female surgeon held up one hand indicating that she couldn't be disturbed.

In the meantime, Boris held on to Hank's upper arm as the man began to sway. With his free hand he sent a text through to Dieter.

'Jill,' he hissed as continued texting. 'Is there anything you need for Evan?'

She shook her head.

'If there is anything you need…any piece of equipment, any doctor in the world, anything at all...my private jet is standing by to get it for you.'

Weeks later Hank would remember this generous offer that was made on his brother's behalf. But for now all his attention was focused on the nurse who just grimaced.

'We have some blood in the urine,' she informed the lead.

'Some kidney damage, you think?' the lead doctor muttered to another.

'Sounds about right…fits in with all the other readings'

'KIDNEY DAMAGE!' Hank roared out unexpectedly, causing the whole room to jump.

The entire staff turned to watch the young doctor who was dancing around on the spot.

'I have a good kidney!' he babbled on incoherently, raising his shirt and pointing to the right spot as if they didn't know the anatomy of the human body

'Jill, who is this?' one of the doctor's asked sharply. 'Get him out of here.'

'This is Dr. Hank Lawson, and he would appreciate it if he could know what is going on with his brother who is lying on your table,' she added politely but firmly.

All of a sudden Hank rushed forward, trying to get closer. Two orderlies dashed across but stopped as Boris' strong arms wounded around the man's chest, almost lifting the young man off his feet.

'Evan!' his brother called out, struggling to break free. 'I'm right here buddy. I'm coming!'

'For the love of ….' The lead doctor barked out. 'Dr. Lawson, control yourself or I will have you removed. You can stay but you must not interfere. You know you cannot assist in the procedure.'

It didn't appear as though Hank heard any of this as he reached his arms forward, trying in that way to get closer.

'EVAN!' he screamed out, willing his brother to move or just to open his eyes.

What was the last thing they had said to each other? Oh God …he couldn't even remember. Had they shared a joke, an argument …had they even said goodbye to each other? Did he just walk out of their cottage as he normally did without even looking up from his phone, anxious to get to his next patient?

Divya.

He had made fun of his brother's worry for Divya. Evan wanted to take Divya for a relaxing drive. He said that she didn't smile any more. And once again Hank had raised an eyebrow, trying to get a handle for the complex feelings his brother appeared to have for their PA.

'Henry?' a feeble voice called out.

The nurses stared down in amazement.

'He should be out, ma'am,' one of them protested vigorously. 'I gave him enough sedative to take out a rhino.'

After a moment, the lead doctor beckoned to Hank, calling him forward.

'Talk to him. Tell him to stop fighting the drugs,' the physician counseled. 'Your brother is a healthy thirty year old. He's going to be fine…but we need to get this bleeding stopped.'

Eagerly Hank crawled around the wires and tubes sticking out of his baby brother. Gently, he clasped the thin, cold hand in his larger warmer one.

'Evan?' he called pressing a small kiss on the long fingers twining in his.

'Henry…' the patient repeated in a heavily slurred voice. 'Hey…'

Hank smiled, and he could feel his vision blur in relief.

'Hey there buddy,' he responded quietly. 'You need to get some rest…you have had an adventure.'

Evan let out a small sigh.

'Div…' he whispered, 'took care ..'

'Divya took care of you,' Hank finished the sentence. 'Of course she did…she is a good friend to us.'

'We made it,' he mumbled, brow furrowed as he struggled against the pull of drugs in his system. 'Div?'

Happily Hank whipped his head around as he searched the room for the young woman, ready to fall on her neck and kiss her for taking care of Evan.

Jill shook her head as she read the question in his eyes.

Hank could hear his protective walls snap into place. The same walls he used when he was about to talk to a patient's family. The walls he used to keep from falling apart inside when he had to give a mother, a father, a sibling the worst possible news of all.

'Div?' Evan called again and, incredibly, the man rose a few inches off the bed and tried to roll to his feet.

All the staff raced forward to hold him down on the bed.

'Whoa there, tiger!' Hank said merrily. 'Let me go get her for you. She's in the ladies room.'

It was a little lie, but the older brother could feel his heart beat out of control. Could Evan even feel the way his blood raced through their joined hands?

'The first thing you are going see is her face when you wake up,' he said passionately. 'I promise you Evan. I promise.'

The boy smiled slightly at this wonderful thought, completely trusting his brother's words. The anesthesia rolled over him like a happy cloud, and he was unconscious.

'That's good' the doctors said in unison. 'Let's get him out of here. Theatre three. Dr. Lawson, you have to let go his hand now.

The staff looked around warily as Hank began to walk with the team as the cart was wheeled out.

'Dr. Lawson, PLEASE!' voices came at him, battering his mind and soul from all directions.

How could he let go? He didn't know where Divya was, but Evan was here right in front of him. He COULDN'T let go. He wasn't going to let go!

'Oh my god!' Jill yelled out as Boris pinched Hank's neck, and the short doctor collapsed like a pack of cards.

The German hauled the man effortlessly in a fireman's grip.

'Take care of Evan,' he growled at the young woman. 'I'll take care of Hank.'

The billionaire gave one last look as the trauma team disappeared from sight before ducking through the waiting room with his human cargo.

Gently he deposited the man into the front seat of the car.

The doctor would only be out for a few minutes with that little technique he had picked up in Japan. At least this way he could stop the man from hassling the surgeons as they stitched his brother back together.

Boris looked down at the files that were scattered all over the back seat.

'Mary Jules,' he muttered, picking up the case files again. 'What really happened to you? You could have helped us, I'm sure of it.' he sighed.

"May Jules is dead; you should leave what's dead, dead." a voice growled from behind him. Boris straightened up, immediately recognizing the voice. Before he could comment on it, though, a piece of white cloth was being placed against his face, making him slowly fall to the ground...