A/N: So, this being my new favorite show I figured I'd try my hand at writing about it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: They're not mine, that is, until I marry Dr. Hank Lawson :)
"Good morning, Hank!"
Hank Lawson looked up from his cereal bowl and smiled at his PA. "Morning, Divya. Want some breakfast?"
"I've eaten, thank you," she said, taking a seat at the table with him. "I came to go over Lisa Miner's test results with you before we head over to Frank Dillon's place."
"Oh, great!" Hank slid his bowl away, and began to read over the notes Divya handed him.
"Does something seem odd to you?" Divya asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, Lisa Miner's cholesterol is a little high," Hank answered, not taking his eyes from the papers in his hand.
"No, I mean, it's awfully quiet here this morning," Divya told him.
She looked around and then back at Hank. "Where's Evan?"
Hank frowned. "I don't know. I haven't seen him yet this morning. Evan!" he yelled.
There was a loud thump and then a groan from upstairs. Divya and Hank exchanged amused looks. A few moments later Evan stumbled into the living area in his bathrobe. "Did you fall out of bed again?" Hank asked knowingly.
"Yeah," Evan replied tiredly.
"You look…awful," Divya told him pointedly.
"And good morning to you too, Divya," Evan glared at her as he took a seat at the table.
"Whose party was it last night?" Divya shot back.
"You know what they say about people who make assumptions, Divs," Evan warned. "As a matter of fact I did not attend a party last night. I just didn't sleep well."
Hank finally looked up from his files. "Really?"
"Yes, really, Henry," Evan said annoyed. "Why would I make up something like that?"
"Ooh, cranky too. This should be a good day," Hank retorted, rising from his chair.
"Where are you going?" Evan asked.
"Divya and I are going to see a patient. If you're coming you're going to need to wear clothes."
"Yeah, actually, I think I'm gonna sit this one out," Evan said, as they gathered their things. "I'm just gonna head back to bed."
Hank stopped and stared at his brother. "You feeling okay? These are potential clients. Long-term clients, you love clients."
"Yeah, nope, I'm good," Evan said, "I'm just gonna sit right here on the couch and sleep."
"Wow, a day without Evan, it's like a dream come true," Divya called on her way out the door.
"Love you too, Divya!" Evan yelled sarcastically.
"You sure you're okay?" Hank asked, just a touch of legitimate concern in his voice.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm just tired. Can't a guy take a day off every now and then?"
"Well yeah, I've just never known you to be the take a day off type. I mean, you flake out on stuff, but you never just lie around and do nothing. Besides you love getting new clients. Doesn't it 'invigorate you' or something?"
"Not today," Evan said, putting his hands behind his head. "Today you can get the clients."
"Right, I'll be sure to do that," Hank rolled his eyes. "You're sure you're okay?"
"Oh my god, go doctor someone else!" Evan threw a pillow at him.
"Okay, okay," Hank held up his hands in surrender, "I'll see you later."
"Bye!"
Evan waited until his brother was out of sight and then shut his eyes with a grimace. He had told the truth; he hadn't slept well. But he hadn't slept well because he felt like crap. He'd woken at 2:00 am with a sharp pain in his abdomen. It had grown steadily worse throughout the night no matter which way he tossed and turned.
He swallowed hard as a wave of nausea engulfed him. Ugh. He hated being sick. When he was sick all Hank wanted to do was doctor him. All Evan wanted was to be left alone.
He curled himself into a ball and sighed. It was going to be a long day.
A/N: Bet you can't guess where this is going. :) So, I realize that our poor friend Evan has had his appendix out more times than any person should, but it just makes for such a great story! I couldn't help myself. Reviews are my favorite!