Divya marched down to the guesthouse, thoroughly annoyed with Evan and his father. After her latest appointment, she'd stopped by Shadow Pond to see how Hank was doing. It was then that Boris had informed her of Lawson Sr.'s visit. It hadn't taken her more than three seconds to connect Evan with said visit and it was only after she'd been filled in on how Hank was doing from Boris – Hank was asleep – that she started down towards the guesthouse to see exactly what was going through Evan's mind.

When she heard voices from inside, she stopped just outside the door to listen.

"Dad, I know that you want Hank moved from the big house, okay, I get it. But I can already tell you that Divya won't move him and, honestly, after seeing how he tolerated from being moved from room to room, I agree with her."

Well, that was interesting. It was a rare moment indeed when Evan agreed with her. It also sounded like he'd been going over this topic with his father ever since his father had tried to visit Hank and was started to get tired – or annoyed? – of going over the same subject.

"Well if Boris can drug Hank just so he can't see me, then can't we drug him so we can move him to the safety of his own home?"

What? Safety? Oh lord, did Eddie truly think that Boris drugged Hank against his will? Moron!

"Dad, come on," Evan scoffed, sounding disbelieving. "Boris is not drugging Hank. Hank wouldn't allow it, for one thing."

"But would he be able to fight off Boris in his, you know, current condition?" Eddie interrupted, insistent that Boris was doing Hank harm.

Hearing enough, Divya decided now was a good time to enter and, if need be, fully explain the situation.

"Okay, you can mark Mrs. Schwartz off the list – I took care of her immunizations, and I also treated Mr. Hartberry's sprained knee," she said, making it appear as though she hadn't realized that Evan wasn't alone. She looked at the two men, pretending to fake surprise as seeing the elder Lawson in the guesthouse as well. "Oh, sorry, I didn't realize that you weren't alone."

Try as she might, she couldn't make the latter sentence sound as friendly as she would have liked. Cold had begun to seep into her tone with every word that had escaped and so by the end, she sounded as angry as she felt.

Though her feelings towards Lawson Sr. were still undecided, they had been swayed by Hank and his feelings towards his father. She wanted to keep an open mind and hear out both brothers but she had always been closer to Hank than she had to Evan and she had heard Hank's side of things before she'd heard Evan's, leaving her with only one side of the story. Besides, though she could, in some way, understand Evan's need to reconnect with his father, she could not understand how he expected Hank to feel the same way after what the older brother had gone through when their father had left.

"Not a problem, consider me a vault," Eddie promised, pretending to zip his lips. For some reason, that didn't inspire confidence in her and so she chose to remain silent when it came to her patients. "Say, maybe you can help me. I went to visit Henry earlier-"

"Yes, I heard about your visit," Divya interrupted, not really in the mood to hear anything more. "And, no, I can't help you. Not only does Mr. Kuester von Jurgens-Ratenicz have the right to deny entry to any person that he should wish, but both Hank and I agree that it would not be advisable to move him at the moment."

She happily neglected the part where it had taken a lot of convincing and – unfortunately – a small bit of pain from his injuries to convince Hank of this fact and even afterwards she could tell that he wasn't happy about the decision.

Eddie's mouth fell open as though he were going to say something else but Divya ignored that fact – not really wanting to hear more – and rounded on Evan.

"And you," she said, her voice still even but her eyes blazing. "Evan, your brother needs rest to heal. Why would you invite your father over to check up on him when you knew that would only stress him out?"

"Now, you hang on just one minute," Eddie interrupted, obviously taking offence to her phrasing. "First of all, I am Hank's father and that gives me the right to know when he's been hurt. Second of all, my checking up on him was not of Evan's doing. And thirdly, what right do you have to yell at my son for doing something that was in no way wrong?"

For a moment, Divya just stared open-mouthed at the older man. She had trouble believing that anyone could be this naïve and yet, here was the proof that there was.

"First of all," she answered back, using the same phrasing that he'd just done and getting angrier every second, "I am Hank's doctor and that gives me the right to decide what is best for my patients and Evan conspiring to have you over was not it. And second of all, Hank hasn't considered you his father for a very long time and so as far as he's concerned, you don't have any right to know anything about him."

Once again Eddie opened his mouth to say something and so Divya interrupted him before he could, "And just so you know, Boris in no way drugged Hank 'just so you couldn't see him'. When he'd heard about you being at the front door, Hank had refused to see you and then had grown so angry at Evan for even telling you that he was at Shadow Pond that he tried to reach his phone to yell at him, which only ended in him causing himself more pain thus making it necessary for him to take his pain medication which, in turn, knocked him out so that you couldn't see him."

That shut the older man up and Divya couldn't be happier about it. Eddie's spine straightened after she'd finished – whether it was to gather what little pride he had left or to continue arguing, she couldn't tell – and walked into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" Evan asked, his panic at the fact that his father was leaving seeping into his tone.

"I'm leaving," Eddie simply stated, pulling on his jacket.

"Why?" Evan returned, not willing to let his father go without getting an answer.

"It's obvious I'm not welcome at your home and I don't want to outstay what little I've already had." The tone in his voice said that Eddie was merely trying to state the facts, but the words themselves were so obviously a parent-induced guilt trip that it had Divya rolling his eyes.

"No, no that's not what she's saying," Evan denied although that was exactly what she was saying. "Look, let me talk to Hank. I'm sure this is all some misunderstanding."

"Evan," Divya warned, barely able to refrain from growling at the man.

"Divs, no offence but this is between my father, my brother, and me."

Divya closed her mouth. It annoyed her that his words had hurt so terribly much, but there was no denying they had.

Realizing his mistake, Evan tried to backtrack.

"Okay, that came out harsher than I meant. What I meant was,"

"I know what you meant, Evan," Divya answered, looking away from both to hide a tear as it filled her eye. When she looked back at him, she had more control over her emotions, though barely. "Right now, that doesn't matter. What does matter is that you do not stress your brother out right now. He needs to rest and focus on healing."

She waited to see if the message had gotten through. Evan had shut his mouth and put his serious-face on, but other than that she had no indicator of whether or not it had and so she continued. "Now, I'm going to grab some lunch before I continue with the rest of the patients. Let me know if Hank needs anything."

"Divya," Evan called out, sounding as though he wanted to stop her and apologize but right now Divya didn't have any more patience for any of the Lawson family that wasn't Hank and so she walked out, letting the autumn breeze dry her eyes.

Boris slowly walked down the halls of the lower parts of the castle, taking care to appear perfectly healthy when he was in fact in pain.

Pain was nothing new to him as was the same with being injured. Over his years, Boris had angered many people, many powerful people, and many had attempted to exact their revenge. Sometimes the effects had been minimal – a bruise on the forehead, and a sore shoulder from a seatbelt. Other times the effects were dangerous – poisoning for one thing.

What he was not used to is having someone attempt to take care of him, even if they themselves are injured and are in need of care. Dieter did his best but there was only so much that Boris was willing to let his faithful employee do for him and medical care was not one of those things.

Boris' blood boiled at the thought of Hank lying in one of Boris' guest bedrooms, injured and in pain. He had rather hoped that Ivan would have dropped his grudge against Americans and at the very least treat Boris' guests with indifference, if not respect. But his actions towards Hank had begun at intolerable and had ended last evening with unforgiveable.

Now, it was time to start the termination process.

Hank lay in his assigned guest bed – king size nonetheless – reading over a couple patient's files and filing his reports within them. He'd been surprised when, after he'd asked, Dieter had gone to the guesthouse to get the files and laptop that he'd requested as he was pretty sure that Divya had told Boris that he wasn't to do any work for the rest of the week. Whether Boris, or perhaps Dieter himself, had ignored Divya's instructions, Hank didn't know – heck for all he knew Divya hadn't said any such thing – but at the moment he couldn't be more grateful.

It hurt his head to read the computer screen and it was hard to type with one hand and painful with two, but at least Hank felt useful and so it was worth the pain to him. Hank hated being idle, unable to do anything more than stare at the wall and shift around on the bed. Especially when all he wanted to do was go down to the guesthouse and rage at his brother.

Yes, he knew that Evan had called Eddie R. Now, it was obvious who Evan had been on the phone with the after he'd been told that Hank had been injured. Who else would Evan have called but their father? And perhaps if Eddie had behaved more like a father over the past years, Hank wouldn't have denied that the man had a right to know that he'd been hurt, but seeing as how Hank had essentially been the father ever since Eddie R. had left, he'd given up that right long ago. Now, he was nothing more than his father by blood and an estranged relative otherwise.

Hank had woken up in time to hear Divya leave, her footsteps sounding furious as she walked down the hall and stairs. He'd asked Boris what was going on and his friend had smiled at him but had indulged him and told him that he'd merely told Ms. Katdare about the morning's events, nothing more. He'd left shortly after that for 'a meeting', leaving Hank to work out what exactly he'd meant.

To his utter annoyance, it had taken Hank much too long to finally decipher that Divya had gone down to the guesthouse to yell at Evan and then it had taken him even longer to reach across the bed and get to his phone on the side table. By the time he'd finished he'd been panting from pain and hadn't head the strength or breath to do more than sit and wait for everything to calm down.

Now that he felt steadier overall, Hank dialed Divya's number.

"Hank, are you alright?" she answered, not even bothering to say hello.

"Yes, Divya, I'm fine," Hank assured, a smile on his face at the sheer amount of concern she was showing. "How about you? Is everything okay with you?"

There was a pause that lasted long enough to make Hank believe that his question, innocent though it had been, had felt loaded to her. When she at last spoke, there was something akin to suspicion in her voice that Hank didn't like.

"Everything's fine, why?"

The smile faded from Hank's face as his more serious side took over.

"Divya, what happened?"

There was another pause in which Hank could hear the turning signal on her jeep beep in the background and then the noise that you hear when the other person is driving died to leave only silence.

"Nothing," Divya answered, a smile coming through the line. "Look, Hank, I've got to go. Mrs. Moran has asked me to stop by in between appointments to check on little Charlie's stitches."

"Okay, yeah, sure, uhm, let me know if you need anything," Hank replied dumbly, feeling as though he were getting the brush off.

"Just get some rest, Hank," Divya said in return before hanging up.

What the heck was that about? Had something happened while she'd been talking to Evan?

Unfortunately the best way to get answers was from Evan, himself. Sighing in resignation, Hank sent Evan a text, asking him to come for a visit. Evan was either expecting this or was just really eager to see him because it hadn't taken more than a minute before he received a response of 'be there soon!'

Now all Hank had to do was sit and wait for his brother to arrive.

TBC

K, I know this is short but I want the conversation between brothers to be one chapter on its own. Sorry that it's so short but I hope you like the chapter anyways,

M