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Divya found Evan sitting on the couch in the guesthouse, staring blankly at the darkened TV. With his arms over his chest and his legs stretched out onto the coffee table while he slouched on the couch itself, it looked like he was in a surly mood. Walking in and sitting down in one of the couches adjacent to the one he sat in, Divya did her best to remain neutral as she stared at him.

"What's going on between you and Hank?"

Evan jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, his surprise showing just how deep in thought he actually had been. It was weird for Divya to think of Evan as deep in thought; usually he couldn't sit still long enough to think about anything more than the next meal or their next potential client.

"Geez!" Evan cursed. "Divya, announce yourself next time! Cough or something. You could give a man a heart attack."

"Well, then you're in the right place if you have one."

Evan thought about that for a moment and then said, "I thought that was hospitals."

"Stop avoiding the subject," Divya said evenly. "What's going on between you and Hank?"

"Nothing," Evan discounted a little too easily. He looked away from her to stare down at his chest. "It'll blow over."

"Somehow I doubt that," Divya countered dryly. "I've never seen Hank so upset."

"You mean angry," Evan scoffed.

"No, I mean upset." She stared at him as intently as she could, trying to show him exactly how serious, how worried she truly was. "He lost it after our last appointment. When I came out he was hitting his car, repeatedly and," she paused for a moment to debate whether or not to say this next part because she knew it would mortify Hank. But she knew that Evan needed to understand the gravity of the situation and so, with a heavy sigh, she continued," he was crying, Evan. No matter how angry I've seen Hank, I've never seen him cry. He didn't seem to know that he was doing it either."

She paused once again to take a breath. Glancing over at Evan, she knew that she now had his full attention. No longer was he slouching and pouting. He was mostly upright, leaning on his knees with his elbows and staring rather intently at her. Concern shown in his eyes, reflecting off the guilt he'd been trying to hide only making it shine that much brighter.

"After a few minutes I was able to get him to talk to me," she continued, barely knowing what she was going to say afterwards.

Just as she opened her mouth to say more, her phone rang. Normally she wouldn't have answered it, but the caller ID was flashing as Shadow Pond so she figured she had to.

"Hello."

"Ms. Katdare, your presence is requested at the main house."

Divya frowned at the voice; she didn't recognize it and that worried her.

"Is something wrong?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she spoke, letting Evan know that something was amiss. His expression mirrored hers, but instead of concern, his was out of curiosity.

"What is it?" he mouthed, having learned that it was best not to disturb her while on the phone.

"There has been an incident and we require your medical help."

A feeling of dread dropped into the pit of her stomach. Normally Shadow Pond requesting help wasn't unusual but since Hank was already there, he should have been able to handle whatever situation that had arisen and if Hank had needed assistance with a situation, he would have called her himself. So, giving that someone from Shadow Pond was calling her instead, her rational mind concluded that Hank was the one in need of care.

"Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can."

She hung up and immediately got bombarded with questions from Evan. "What is it? What's wrong? Who are we coming to see?" He paused to take in her expression and change questions, "Is Hank okay? Is he the one that needs help?"

"I don't know, Evan, they didn't tell me anything more than I'm needed at the main house," Divya replied, making sure to keep her tone even and calm.

"Well then, let's not keep them waiting."

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The sound of Divya's heels clicking on the cobblestone echoed through the night air. She knew immediately that something was off because the moment the guards heard her approach, they surrounded her and Evan and silently escorted them up to Boris' office. No one said a word to her or Evan, despite Evan's constant chatter and inquiries.

The scene that greeted Divya made her heart stop. Hank lay on the floor, half on his side, half leaning against the wall. She could tell that he was breathing, but the fact that he was unconscious made her a little worried. Beside him, sitting on a sofa, was Boris, slightly guarding his side. His full attention was on Hank, though, and so Divya chose to focus on her friend first.

"Hank?" Evan's voice queried beside her and she felt a brief gust of air as he rushed to his brother's side.

Divya didn't waste any time in following, quickly trying to evaluate Hank's condition as she went. At first glance he didn't appear to be too badly injured but she made sure to be as thorough as possible as she examined him.

She'd just discovered the lump on the back of Hank's head when bleary hazel eyes opened and stared at her. He groaned as the light assaulted his vision and tried to turn away from it, but he stopped with a hiss and a pained expression.

"Hank?" she called to him, noticing that he was waking up. She put her hands on his left bicep to stop him from moving and possibly hurting himself more. "Hank, can you hear me?"

"Divya?" he answered, sounding barely alert and turning his head towards the sound of her voice. Ever since he'd discovered that it was bright in the room, he'd kept his eyes firmly closed and so was using his hearing instead of his vision to find her.

"How are you feeling?" She ignored the incredulous look that Evan gave her and remained focused purely on her patient. She knew that it was a ridiculous question to ask, but it was the easiest way to get a brief diagnosis.

"Isn't it kind of obvious how he's feeling?" Evan asked, unable to remain silent any longer. "He looks like he got into a fight with a Sumo wrestler and lost."

"Wouldn't I be flatter if I did that?" Hank joked, his words slurring the slightest bit as he spoke.

"You're overreacting, Evan," Divya said, her voice practically willing the younger Lawson to remain calm. She turned her attention to the elder and filled his line of sight. "Hank, I'm going to lay you flat so I can examine you better."

She barely waited for Hank to acknowledge what she'd said before she gently began shuffling him so that he was leaning more against the wall behind him. Having apparently decided to be helpful, Evan reached out and grabbed his brother's right leg while Divya grabbed his right arm and they both eased him flat on the floor.

Hank gave a small grimace when Evan moved his leg and Divya tucked it away for later use while she focused on the lump on the back of his head. It was relatively small in size, but it was obviously painful to the touch and so she moved on, feeling down his neck and shoulders then arms and wrists and hands. She noticed the bruising on his knuckles and wrist from what was no doubt a punch but since it wasn't too extensive, she kept going.

As gingerly as she could, she pushed down on his stomach, feeling for any signs of internal bleeding as well as broken ribs. Though she felt none, she knew that there would be quite the bruise as Hank had hissed the moment she'd applied the slightest bit of pressure to his stomach. Either his attacker had known how to avoid Hank's ribs while aiming a kick or, more likely, he was just in too much of a hurry to care and therefore aimed wherever he could reach.

From there, she went down to his legs, making sure to keep her touch feather light as she examined Hank's right knee. It was swollen, but not overly so and so she didn't spend too much time with it as she wanted to finish the examination and then get Hank to a more comfortable place, like the guest house.

For the most part, Hank remained quiet while she worked. It wasn't until she'd sat back on her heels, debating what to do next, that the doctor decided it was time to open his eyes again. He winced when light once again assaulted his vision but he stubbornly kept his eyes open and began to look around the room. Divya watched as he looked at the ceiling and then quickly focused on Boris, his expression going from confused alertness to concern.

"Boris, are you alright?" he asked, his voice betraying the amount of pain he himself was in.

"Yes, Hank, I am fine," Boris assured, though Divya noted that his hand never left his side. "How is he, miss Katdare?"

"As far as I can tell, he'll be fine," she answered, looking between Boris' guards to see if they could possibly help her get Hank to a bed. "There's no internal bleeding, no broken bones, and thankfully he has a hard head so he only sustained a minor bump from – I'm assuming – hitting the wall."

Boris and Evan, both, breathed sighs of relief, though Boris' was barely noticeable, and she looked down to smile at her patient. He returned the smile, though pain filled every feature on his face. Beside his hip, his right hand flexed off and on, heightening the bruising on his knuckles each time. Instinctively, Divya reached out and grabbed his hand to stop him from possibly causing himself more pain.

"But," she added after Hank gave her a grateful smile, his hand clenched around hers. "He's going to be very sore for a while. Boris, do you have a spare room where we can let him recover?"

"No," Hank immediately vetoed. His grip on her hand became even tighter as he struggled to sit upright. Divya reached out to stop him but as it turned out, she needn't have worried as the pain had done that for her. With a frozen grimace and a silent cry on his lips, Hank fell back to the floor. Divya barely had time to put her hand under his head so as to protect the lump on the back of his head before it hit the floor. Even still, Hank groaned and Divya felt Evan shift beside her in worry.

"Hank, we're not going to be able to get you back to the guesthouse," Divya reasoned, knowing that it wasn't the whole truth. They could get him back to the guesthouse, but it would involve causing him a lot of pain while doing it as Boris' guards would be carrying him and that wasn't something she was willing to do.

"Of course," Boris answered as though Hank hadn't spoken a word. He signaled to two of the guards that stood in the door way and they instantly came forward and knelt down to where Hank was.

Divya moved out of the way, pulling Evan with her as she watched them gently lift Hank off the floor. The doctor groaned as they shifted his stomach and grabbed a tight hold of his knee and Divya felt her heart squeeze painfully at the sound.

She and Evan both followed close on their heels as the guards carried Hank to a spare bedroom off the staircase and placed him in the bed.

"Evan, run down to the guesthouse, grab two instant ice packs, an ace bandage, and a two milligram dose of demerol."

For once not putting up a fight, Evan nodded and ran off to do what he was told.

"Divya, that's not necessary," Hank lectured, giving another grimace.

"Maybe not," Divya granted. "But I'd like to get you some pain relief sooner rather than later."

She helped to get him situated in bed, moving pillows so that he wasn't so encumbered by them and placing one under his more-swollen knee. Against her better judgment, she also helped him to sit partially upright, allowing him to squeeze the blood out of her hand until the pain had calmed afterwards.

Evan came back in record time, breathing heavily, but carting a bag with HankMed's logo on it. The items had been haphazardly thrown inside but it appeared that he'd grabbed all that she'd asked and then some. Among everything was a pair of scissors which she'd completely forgotten to ask for, gauze – though why she'd need that she had no idea – and about ten more ice packs than she'd asked for.

Grabbing one of the ice packs, she activated it and placed it inside a pillow, using the pillow case to act as a barrier between Hank's head and the ice pack itself. He breathed a sigh of relief once she'd finished and she smiled down at him before starting to pull his shirt up so that she could take a look at his stomach.

The bruise was small, comparatively. It was no bigger than the size of her fist but even still, it looked painful. Though it couldn't have happened more than an hour ago, the bruise was deep and angry looking. After once again palpitating it to make sure there wasn't more damage done, she replaced his shirt and laid an ice pack on top, allowing the cold to numb the pain away.

"So, um, what happened?" Evan asked as the silence stretched on far too long for his liking. He stood before Boris – who had followed them all into the room and had sat down in one of the armchairs near the bed – with his arms over his chest, looking angry now that his concern had been tempered by Divya's ministrations.

The German nobleman sighed, bowing his head to hide a wince as he did so. Divya, who had begun to attend to Hank's knee, stopped briefly to snap at Evan.

"Evan, now is not the time," she said, hoping she hid just how much she wanted to know what had happened as well. As it was, however, she could also tell that Boris was in pain and that by angering him, which Evan tended to do, would do him no favors.

"I think now is the perfect time to discover what the hell happened to my brother," Evan snapped back, never taking his eyes off Boris.

"Evan!"

This time it was Hank that had snapped. The group as a whole turned to look over at, completely unaware that he had been awake enough to know what was going on in the first place. It was true that he had fallen asleep, soon after Divya had applied the ice pack to his head, but it shouldn't have surprised her that he'd woken up long enough to snap at his brother for badgering their landlord and Hank's friend.

Hank struggled to sit up more, moving as though his entire body hurt rather than just his head, stomach, and knee. He paused halfway through his attempt to close his eyes, shifting to put most of his weight on his left hand, and Divya moved to help him continue when he was ready. She didn't doubt that, despite the ice pack, he had a monster of a headache and doubted that changing position as quickly as he was trying to do was doing it any favors.

"Thanks," Hank said once he'd been settled. He looked paler than usual and she could tell that he was still in pain but Divya didn't push him. She smiled in return, wanting to warn him that he wasn't going be in that position long and chose to get him some pain relief in the form of Demerol instead.

Once she'd moved away from his side, he'd started to lecture his brother. "Evan, while I don't deny that you have a right to know what happened, you can wait until I'm able to tell you, not Boris."

"It's alright, Hank," Boris defended, focusing back on Evan. "I understand your brother's reasons. You were hurt and it's only natural for him to be curious as to how and why."

"Curious?" Evan answered, sounding annoyed that that was the way Boris had chosen to describe what he was feeling. He paused in the beginning of his tirade to look over at his brother who had gasped when Divya had begun to wrap his injured knee.

Divya caught his eye, silently begging him not to make a scene right now. He tilted his head to the side as though asking why not and she pointedly looked up at Hank who had his head laid back with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Despite the pain shot, he was still exhibiting signs of it and that worried her.

At the sign of his brother still in pain, however, Evan deflated.

"Alright, whatever," Evan mumbled, pulling out his phone. "Excuse me while I make some calls."

"Who are you calling?" Hank asked, lowering his hand so that he can look at his brother. When Evan ignored him and walked out, Hank just sighed.

"How are you feeling?" Divya asked, concerned. She placed an ice pack over his now bandaged knee and then cleaned up the trash from the supplies that she'd used while she waited for an answer.

"Better, thanks," he said, giving her a smile that brightened his eyes.

She grabbed his hand to examine the bruised knuckles. They were a little swollen but that wasn't what had her frowning. It appeared that whatever had happened had once again done something to his wrist. It was purpling in some places and swelling. After applying a bandage to his wrist, she grabbed the ice pack from his stomach and placing it over it to help with the swelling. "How's the pain?"

"Better," he responded, "the shot helped."

"And so what you just did was for Evan's benefit?" she asked, unconvinced.

"Pretty much," Hank shamelessly admitted. "Sometimes it's easier to get him to focus on someone else's needs than try to explain logic to him."

"I see," Divya said, silently admitting that his plan had worked. "Well, now that my first patient has been seen to, it's time for me to attend to my second patient."

She approached Boris but stopped when his two guards stepped forward as well. Boris held out a hand to stop them, silently telling them to back down while letting her continue forward.

"This is not necessary," he said as he submitted to her examination.

"Maybe, maybe not," she returned, watching as he winced when she pressed over his seventh rib. "I'm sure that dealing with a bruised rib is nothing for you but I'm going to treat you for it anyways."

"Bruised rib?" Hank asked, his brows furrowing in concern.

"Yes, whatever hit Boris, hit him rather hard."

"How bad is the bruise?" Hank asked, obviously itching to be the one examining his friend. He moved as though he were going to try and take a look for himself but soon stopped when his body reminded him to remain where he was for the time being.

Divya rolled her eyes at her friend and then spoke to her patient, "You'll be fine in a couple weeks as long as you rest and don't try anything too strenuous."

"I'm sure I will be fine," Boris assured her, looking down at her hands as she double checked her examination.

She looked over at Hank, about to give him a lecture on taking the same advice of rest and no straining, but she stopped, the words dying on her lips as she took in the expression on her friend's face. Although pain seemed to fill every line on his face, there was a tenderness in his eyes that she doubted he even knew he was expressing.

Hank Lawson cared about all of his patients. It was a statement of fact and something that anyone who had ever tried to stop the doctor from caring for his patient learned very quickly. But there seemed to be something special about Boris that had drawn the doctor to him from their first meeting. No one knew what it was as they only got to meet one version of Boris – the business side. But Hank, Divya knew, also brought out a different side of the German nobleman – the human side. Before tonight, she hadn't seen it before but she'd heard about it from Hank, though he hadn't known that was how he was explaining things.

Boris cared about Hank. The degree of such care was still unknown to everyone, including Boris himself, Divya realized, but that didn't take anything away from it in the least. What she hadn't known was just how much Hank cared about Boris in return. It wasn't anything romantic as far as she could tell. No, it was more like a brother or best friend.

"Here," she said, handing Boris another ice pack since she had plenty to go round. "Keep that on your side for fifteen to twenty minutes, two times an hour. It'll help with the pain."

"And try to keep pressure off your side," Hank added, seeing that Boris was planning on getting up to leave. "If you're going to do a lot of sitting, put a pillow behind your back to help ease the strain."

Boris remained quiet while he'd been given instructions. He held the pack to his side, making it look like the arm was merely supporting his stomach and side as it reached across but Divya knew that he had the ice pack against the sore rib. His eyes grew soft with concern as he looked down at his private physician and said, "Feel better, Hank. I shall check on you in the morning."

"That's not really necessary, Boris, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"That may be, but as Ms. Katdare has said, you will not be moving to the guesthouse for a couple of days at the least and so until then you will be my guest. And as the host, I like to check in with my guests to make sure that they are being cared for."

With that, he left, not allowing Hank to argue any further.

Hank sighed, leaning his head back against the pillows.

"Well, I should allow you to rest," Divya said, not having realized that it was now almost ten at night. "Do you need anything before I go?"

"Yeah, could you take Evan with you? Otherwise I doubt anyone will be getting any sleep tonight."

"Sure, anything else?"

"No, thanks Divya."

"Of course," Divya granted, wondering why he was thanking her for doing her job. Granted she could have been much more clinical about what she was doing but not only was that not Divya but it was also Hank that had been injured and not just anybody. "I'll come and check on you in the morning. Until then, get some rest."

She met Evan at the door, his hand poised to grab a hold of the door handle while his eyes remained focused on the phone in his hands.

"Where are you going?" he asked, stepping aside so he could move out of the way.

"We," she said, puncturing the word by grabbing his arm, "are going to go back to the guesthouse."

"What about Hank?" Evan asked, trying to tug his arm out of her grip.

"He'll be fine for the night," Divya assured. "What he really needs right now is rest. Something he can't do if you're sitting there fussing over him."

"I wouldn't be fussing over him," Evan argued. "Dad would be."

"Evan, you called your father?" she asked, dumbfounded and staring at him incredulously.

"Yeah, of course. Dad would want to know that Henry's been hurt," Evan reasoned.

"Yes but Hank probably doesn't want your dad to know, does he?"

"Hank doesn't know what he wants," Evan argued, though he didn't sound as confident as he may have insinuated.

The pair exited Shadow Pond and headed off in the direction of the guesthouse.

"Be that as it may," Divya said, her voice becoming a warning. "Unless Hank specifically asks for your dad, I don't want him around. The last thing Hank needs is to be stressed out by your father's appearance."

Evan made a non-committal sound that had Divya concerned that he wasn't paying attention to her.

"I mean it, Evan," she tried again. This time Evan waved her off.

"Yeah, yeah, I've got it." He entered the guesthouse and went upstairs. "The spare bedroom's yours if you want it. Goodnight."

Divya watched as he disappeared into his own room and then sighed in frustration. She had a feeling that the next few days were going to a battle between what Hank needs, what Hank wants and what Evan wants and somehow she thought that she'd be in the middle of it.

With no other any energy, Divya collapsed onto the couch. She was going to need all the rest that she could get.

TBC