Chance grabs another beer and asks Tim if he could talk with him for a minute. "Sure buddy, let me get another beer and we'll take a little walk". They start heading towards the back of the stage, Chance is quiet for most of the walk.

"What's on your mind" Tim asks.

After a couple of chugs from his beer Chance finally tells him about the phone call from the Dr. and that he needs to return home for a few days.

"You need to do this Chance, your health is more important at the moment", he tells him.

Chance looks at Tim, "I think it's time I told everyone else what's going on. I'm not sure what will be found with these tests. But I don't want anyone to panic, especially Luke who is going to go nuts when I ask for a few days to head back home."

"Yeah, he gets a little crazy. He's going to worry about anything being leaked to the press that one of us has any kind of medical issues and can't perform".

"Exactly, that's why I need to do this quietly. I've arranged with the Dr. to meet with me privately so that he can perform the test. Not even Heather knows."

"Heather? " asks Tim.

"Yeah, she's my sister. She's the one who was blowing up my phone when Austin found it the other day. She works in my Drs. office and is a medical student in Alabama. I'm the main reason she entered medical school. She has always tried taking care of me since we were kids. She told me she was going to be a Dr. when we grew up so she could "fix" me, " he says with a slight smile. "But she doesn't know the whole truth.

"How could she not know now if she works for the Dr?" Tim asks.

"There are 2 files. One is my general medical file for routine problems and the medications needed for refills. The other is more in depth that he keeps locked in his desk. Tim, my mother doesn't even know the truth."

Tim looks at Chance, places his hand on his shoulder, " don't you think it's time they both know?".

Chance looks at the ground, tears forming in his eyes, softly he says" I just don't know how. She's had to deal with my suffering my entire life and then with the passing of my dad last year, I just didn't want to burden her with anything more, ya know".

Tim stakes a few sips of his beer, " do you want me to go with you" he asks.

Chance looks at him, again amazed at the compassion this man has shown him in the short time he has known him. "You would do that?", he asks.

"Chance, I told you before I wanted to help and would do anything I can for you. We are a family, ok maybe not your traditional one, but we all feel like brothers. It's what family does. We stick together, lift each other up, in good times and in bad".

"I really appreciate that Tim but I guess it's something I have to do on my own. Man Up as my old man used to tell me."

Tim remembers how Chance told him his father would always say that to him whenever he suffered one of his headaches as a child and teenager and how he never felt good enough in his fathers eyes.  He so wanted to set his father straight that his son indeed Manned Up, in more ways than one and to have treated him like he did as a child was unforgiveable.

"If you could just help me tell the guys, that would be helpful."

"You want to do that now", Tim asks.

"No, I'm not emotionally ready tonight for that plus we have the second performance tomorrow night. I don't want them to have their mind on me when performing".

Again, Tim admires the attitude and professionalism of his friend. Here he is suffering and afraid of what might be found, and he continues to put everyone else ahead of himself.

"Ok, you make your  arrangements tomorrow. I'll take care of Luke and we'll talk to the guys after tomorrow nights performance", says Tim. Chance goes to shake Tim's hand when Tim puts his arms around him and says, " everything will be ok".