Actions & Consequences

By RascalFlattsS

Disclaimer: Still do not own Royal Pains.

Warnings: Spoilers to "Spasticity".

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I again apologize for any grammatical, spelling or medical errors that occur.

Chapter 4: We're Way Past Plan B Here

"It's not mine."

Hank, Divya and Evan all looked at each other. Each one knew exactly what the ramifications of that statement was and they all knew how much more dangerous this situation.

Evan decided to be the one to break the eerie silence (for some reason, he's always the one who breaks the silence), "Am I going to die now?"

Hank snapped out of his state of shock. He looked down at Evan, "Oh course not! Why would you think that?"

Evan gestured down to his leg, "I don't know and I don't have a medical degree but I'm going to assume that the fact that my leg is cut and I'm probably losing blood by the liter, I'm thinking that's probably not a good thing."

"It's not," said Divya, "but that doesn't mean you're going to die. Spencer had his legs pinned by a door and was losing blood faster than you are and he's perfectly fine."

"Spencer," said Hank softly. A light bulb clicked on in Hank's head. "That's it! Divya, you're a genius!"

Divya nodded in agreement, "Why thank you Hank. But why am I a genus?"

"Yeah, I want to know too!" added Evan.

"Do you remember how we used those inflatable pants to keep applying pressure to Spencer's leg until we got him to the hospital?" Hank asked. Divya and Evan nodded and Hank continued, "We can use that same technique to apply pressure to Evan's leg!"

"Yeah but wasn't Spencer trapped in between two giant doors?" asked Evan.

"And your leg has become one with the dash board," Hank pointed out.

"It's the same principle," said Divya, "Your right leg is stuck in the dash board. It appears that sharp metal pieces have severed an artery."

"That's bad," said Evan.

Divya nodded, "You should have bleed out by now—"

"That comforting," interpreted Evan. "I hope you don't say that to HankMed patients because, 'You should be dead right now' is really depressing."

"What Divya means is," Hank said, shooting an annoyed glance at Divya, "that the dashboard that cut your leg is now applying the pressure to your leg that is stemming the blood flow."

"Which is why I'm not dead yet," said Evan. Hank and Divya nodded. "So, does that mean I have to stay attached to the dashboard?"

"For the moment," said Divya, "Mostly because I don't have a portal Jaws of Life in my car."

"Okay, when I get home," said Evan, "we are ordering a pair of those."

"It's illegal for anyone but first responders to have them," said Divya.

"We could be first responders!" said Evan, "Remember? HankMed Road Care."

Hank shook his head, "Also, the pressure from the dashboard is what is keeping you alive. When we remove the pressure—"

"The bleed will start again," said Evan. He looked up at Divya's and Hank's shocked faces. "I was with you guys when you treated Spencer, remember? And I remember how this works." He took a deep breath, "You guys won't be able to get me to the hospital before I bleed to death." He sighed, "I always knew golf was going to be the death of me."

"Evan, you are not going to die," said Hank. He grabbed Evan's hand with his one hand and pulled out his cell phone and dialed with the other, "I didn't let Spencer die and I'm sure as hell not going to let you die either."

Hank waited a few seconds for the call to connect. "Hello?"

"Hi Spencer, its Hank," said Hank, "I'm sorry to be calling but I need a favor."

"Sure," said Spencer. "What do you need?"

"I need to borrow those inflatable pants again," said Hank. "I have a patient who was in a car crash and he's in the same situation you were. I need your help."

"Sure," said Spencer. "I didn't realize you guys made road side calls. Is this new? It's Evan's work, right?"

Hank rolled his eyes, "Spencer—" he started.

"Right, sorry," said Spencer, "Tell me where to bring the suit." Hank relayed their location, "I know where that is. I'll be there in five."

"Told you that was a good idea," said Evan, smiling slightly.

Hank shook his head and smiled. "Do you want to check his" Hank gestured over to Eddie, who was still unconscious in the driver's seat, "vitals?"

Divya nodded. "What do we do in the mean time?" she asked, "Plan B?"

Hank sighed softly, "We're way past plan B."

Time had truly slowed down for Hank. He knew that it had not been that long since he had called Spencer-or 911 for that matter-but every minute felt like an eternity. He knew that it took time for things to happen and he understood all that, but right now he didn't care.

And his brother didn't have time to spear right now.

Evan had been quiet for a few moments. Normally getting a moment of silence from talk-a-mile-a-minute Evan was a rare treat but today, it only caused his fear to escalate.

"Ev?" asked Hank. "Evan!"

"What?" mumbled Evan. He looked up at Hank, "I'm tired."

"Ev, you have a concussion," said Hank. "You can't fall asleep."

"But I am so tired," whined Evan.

"I know," said Hank, "but I need you to stay awake for right now, okay?" Evan mumbled something under his breath and Hank smiled a little, "Why don't you tell me about the latest HankMed marketing strategies?"

Evan raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Even Divya looked up at Hank with a questioning look in her eye.

"You want me to talk about marketing strategies?" asked Evan confused. "You never want to listen to marketing strategies. I must be dying."

"For the last time," said Hank, "You. Are. NOT. Dying! Understand?" Hank spoke with such authority, such certainty that Evan couldn't help but believe him. If Hank said that Evan was going to be okay, then Evan was going to be okay.

Evan nodded, "Okay. If you say that I'm going to be okay, then you must be right. You are the doctor."

Hank smiled, "Glad to see that you are finally on board." Hank squeezed Evan's hand. "Now, tell me about your new marketing strategies for HankMed."

Divya looked up from checking Eddie's vitals and smiled at the Lawson brothers. She smiled as she listened to Evan ramble on and on about the latest marketing plans, strategies and ideas that he had for HankMed. Hank was standing by his brother's side, holding Evan's hand, while checking constantly monitoring Evan's vitals.

Hank looked up and saw Divya smiling at him.

"How is he?" she mouthed to Hank, while Evan continued to ramble on about his latest marketing plan.

"Stable," mouthed Hank back. "For now. He needs to get to a hospital. The sooner the better"

Divya nodded softly, "He'll be fine. Trust me."

Hank gave her a soft smile, "Of course he will. How's he?"

"Fine," mouthed Divya.

Both of them looked down in concern when their favorite CFO stopped rambling about marketing promotions.

"Evan?" Hank looked down concerned. "Are you okay?"

"Oh God," moaned Evan. He squeezed Hank's hand so hard that Evan was breaking bones. "It's hurts."

"What hurts?" asked Hank concerned. "Is it your leg?"

"No," said Evan softly. "Well not exactly. My leg still hurts like hell—if that the right medical term."

"I think I understand," said Hank. He motioned for Divya to come around to the other side of the car. She nodded and moved around the car.

"How's Dad?" gasped Evan, his voice laced with pain.

"Your dad is fine," said Divya. "Evan, you need to tell us where it hurts so we can help you."

"My chest," gasped Evan. "Hurts."

Hank and Divya shared a look.

"Damn," cursed Hank. "I was really hoping that wasn't going to happen."

"What?" asked Evan. Hank bent down and dug around in his bag. "Hank?" His voice sounded weak and confused.

"Evan," Divya said calmly. "Look at me." She waited until Evan made eye contact. "Now Evan, I need you to tell me what type of pain

"You mean other than the fact that I am in a crap load of pain times a thousand?" asked Evan, "And it hurts worse than five hundred thousand paper cuts?"

"It is it stabbing pain?" asked Divya. "Or aching pain? Or a dull throbbing pain?"

"Is this a trick question?" asked Evan. Divya and Hank both glared at him. "Geez, okay! It's stabbing! It's a stabbing pain! Are you happy now?"

"Not really," said Hank. He pulled out his stethoscope and listened to Evan's chest. He cursed.

"What?" asked Evan, his voice was full of fear. "What is it?"

Divya and Hank shared a glance. The look on their faces said it all.

"Okay, now, I really must be dying."

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