When Everything Else Fails
Royal Pains Fanfiction
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Chapter 6: A Happy Ending
"And we're home!" shouted Hank. He opened the door and held open for Evan to hobble through on his crutches.
"Thank God," said Evan. He had been on crutches once before after his roommate from MIT Tim McGee and Evan had gone skiing for Christmas break. Apparently in seven years, crutches had not gotten any more comfortable.
Evan hobbled into the main room and over to the couch. He was in three feet of the couch when one of the crutches caught on a rug and Evan started to fall. He would have fallen forward but Hank managed to rush over and catch him before Evan hit the floor.
"Take it easy," said Hank. He helped pull Evan back into a standing position. "You just got out of the hospital."
"For the record, I still think it was unnecessary," said Evan. Hank helped walk Evan over to the couch and help him sit down on the couch.
"Ev, you had a fever of a hundred and four," said Hank, "and blood poisoning. You were overdue for a hospital stay." Hank grabbed one of the large pillows from the chair. "Lift up your leg." Evan mumbled something under his breath but did what Hank said. He lifted his leg and Hank slipped a pillow under his leg.
Hank dug through his medical bag and pulled out a thermometer. "Open."
Evan sighed, "Oh c'mon Hank! No more! I'm fine, I promise." Hank gave him "the look" and Evan sighed and opened his mouth. He gave Evan the thermometer. Hank dug through his bag until he heard the timer beep.
Evan handed the thermometer back to Hank. "Happy?"
Hank looked at the thermometer. "Very. Your temperature is now down to 99.5°F. Your fever is almost gone." He handed Evan a bottle of Ibuprofen. "Here, take another two Ibuprofens; it should help with the fever and any pain. And then take two of the antibiotics."
Evan nodded, "Can you get me a glass of water? I would but…" He gestured down to his leg.
"Sure," said Hank. He got up and walked up to the kitchen and got a glass of water. "Hey Ev?"
"Yes Henry?" asked Evan.
"You never told me how you cut your leg," said Hank.
"Nope, I didn't," said Evan. There was a long pause, "I assume this is the part you want me to tell you, huh?"
"That would be nice," said Hank. He walked back to the living room with a glass of water for Evan. He handed the glass to Evan and sat down on the coffee table.
"Thanks," said Evan. He took the pills in his hand and popped them in his mouth and swallowed them down with a drink of water.
"Promise you won't be mad?" asked Evan softly.
Hank smiled. For a moment, Evan sounded like he was ten-years-old again who got in trouble.
"I promise," agreed Hank. "You can tell me anything, Ev, I promise."
Evan nodded, "On Saturday, I was out for a bike ride and I got run off the road by some car."
"Oh my God!" shouted Hank angrily.
"You promised you weren't going to get mad!" shouted Evan.
Hank took a deep breath and rubbed his hand over his face, "I'm sorry, Ev. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at the person who could have killed you. What happened after the car ran you off the road?"
"When I avoided the car, I swerve but I ended up in the ditch," said Evan. "And I guess that someone threw some boards with a rusty nail on it and I must have cut my leg on it somehow. I kind of rolled and my leg got caught in the pedal thing and I think that's when I fractured my ankle. I also hit my head on the ground but I swear, Hank, I was wearing my helmet. Then I got out of the ditch and walked home."
"Ev, I'm so sorry," said Hank.
"It's not your fault," said Evan, "you weren't the one who ran me off the road."
"I'm sorry that you had to go through that all by yourself," said Hank.
Evan nodded, "I'm sorry too. I'm sorry I didn't trust you." Evan then broke out in his signature grin, "but we're good now, right?"
Hank nodded. He moved over to the couch and sat next to Evan on the couch. "Yeah, we're good," said Hank. He ruffled Evan's hair.
"Hey, watch the hair!" said Evan. He gave Hank a small push, "So, where's Divya?"
"She's taking care of the HankMed clients," said Hank, "doing the house calls and all that. I'll check in with her later."
"Shouldn't you be out there with her?" asked Evan.
Hank waved his hand, "Nah. Divya can take care of it."
"But you should be out there!" said Evan, "You should be out there, taking care of HankMed patients."
"I am," said Hank.
"No, you're taking care of me," said Evan, "I'm your brother—I'm not a HankMed patient."
Hank sighed. He gave Evan a one arm hug, "Evan, as far as I am concerned, you are one of HankMed's most valuable patients."
"I'm the CFO," argued Evan.
"And I need my CFO to be healthy," said Hank. "Don't worry Ev. Divya is perfectly capable of handling the calls and if she needs me, she'll call me. Okay?"
"Okay," said Evan, "so then what are you doing?"
Hank shrugged his shoulders, "I'd figured I might hang out with my brother and make sure that he rests and takes care of since he's recovering from blood poisoning and a fractured ankle."
"And you think this brother of yours needs supervision, huh?" asked Evan.
"Oh I know he does," said Hank, smiling. He ruffled Evan's hair again.
"Aw jeez," said Evan. "What is the possibility of ordering pizza and watching a movie?"
"Sounds good," said Hank. He pulled out his cell phone and ordered a large cheese pizza.
"Thanks so much," said Hank. He hung up the phone. "It should be here in about thirty minutes."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Do you regret it?"
Hank looked at his brother confused, "Regret what?"
"This," said Evan, waving his arm in the air, "Coming to the Hamptons and starting HankMed. Do you regret it?"
"Aw Ev," said Hank. "No, I don't. I don't regret anything. Granted, I would preferred not to have been fired."
"Well, sure," said Evan.
"But, I'm glad that you dragged me to the Hamptons," said Hank, "and I'm glad that you convinced me to start this business."
"Really?" asked Evan.
"Really," said Hank, "I really enjoy what I do. I love working with Divya and Jill and even my CFO."
"That would be me," said Evan.
"That would be you," said Hank, smiling. "Trust me, Ev. I love my life and I wouldn't change a thing."
"Good," said Evan.
"What about you?" asked Hank, "You still wish you were back at the firm as a big shot accounting in the city?"
"Working for the next Bernie Madoff? No thanks," said Evan. "I have my dream job."
"Being CFO?" asked Hank.
"Working with my big brother," said Evan, smiling. "All right, now that we have had a touch feely moment, let's watch some TV." Evan picked up the remote and turned on the TV.
The doorbell rang. "That must be the pizza." Hank got up and went to the door and paid for the pizza. He came back five minutes later with the box of pizza, plates and two cans of cherry Pepsi.
"What no beer?" asked Evan.
Hank laughed, "Sorry, no beer for you."
Evan smiled. He grabbed a slice of pizza and took a bite. Evan was feeling better; HankMed was starting to rebuild and best of all, he and Hank were on talking terms again. Life was good.
"Cheers," said Evan, picking up his can of pop.
Hank picked up his can and bumped his can against Evan, "Cheers."
Yep. Life was definitely good.
Yay! A happy ending!