Recovery

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Thomas gave a knock to the partly opened door. A bedroom the teenage twins used during the day time. Mary smiled lightly and after a nod from her twin brother, invite Thomas into the room. They wasn't the only ones in the bedroom. Little Ruth sat on the carpet. She was a very giggly baby. "How...comes it's just her?" Thomas asked. "Danny is sick. You gotta keep them apart, as least until his fevers gone." Mary quickly added, frowning just a bit. "Ah." Thomas said eased to sit in the chair.
"Do...you want something?" Zachary finally asked, easing to sit up for his laid position on the floor. "The Rainforest brothers." Thomas whispered and Zachary raised an eyebrow. "I don't think you want to listen to what I have to stay about them." He replied and after I sigh. "How...do you know them?" After a moment. "The youngest, Jeremiah, is really the only one I've talked to. I think they are five of them, triplets and the younger two are like ten months apart. All five kids born in like two years." Zachary replied, watching Mary get to her feet holding the bubble girl. "They are bad news. My question is, how do you know them, Thomas?" Mary frown, getting looked up at by her older brother, who was sitting down chair. "One of the triplets, contacted me...a few months ago...wanting to make a deal." He whispered and that's when a look of horror crossed Zachary's face. "Why the hell would you-" He wanted to be angry, but the look of pain crossed his brother's face and the overly emotional teenager, half cried. "Because I wasn't about to let some sick fuck hurt you! You'd just turned fourteen and no, I still don't like the idea of it, bit doesn't at all give somebody the right to hurt you!" He cried. "So......You let them hurt you..." Zachary whispered. "It was either you or me...I wasn't going to let them put you through of any it!"

Neither one of the twins could say a word after that. Their brother just covered his face and started to cry. Half apologizing to Zachary. When they coughing started, because of asthma he had. They knew they had to stop his sobs and find his inhaler. "Brother stop." Zachary said, getting to his feet and walking over to the chair Thomas still sat it. Mary leaving the room, to find his small bag. "Please you gotta stop crying because you have a full on asthma attack. Please calm down." Zachary said, locking an arm around his brother. "Please..." He whispered again.

Nothing was said, once Thomas calm down, half at least. He laid on the bed. A blanket laid over him, the twins sitting on the foot of his bed. His breathing, somewhat back to normal.

It took a while, before anything was said. "Something...tells me you didn't just decide to tell us on your own." Mary said. "No...planning on just ignoring it... somethings...just don't go away..." He mumbled. "I...don't understand, Tommy." Mary said, wiggling herself under the blankets, nuzzling to his back side. After a pause, he relaxed a little pulling his hood back over his head somewhat. "I don't...know what to do..." He mumbled. "They are all navy people. I'd think you be safe here." Zachary whispered, easing onto his back beside them. "It isn't them...." He mumbled, grabbing both their hands pushing them somewhat hard against his stomach. "I...don't know...what to do...about him." He cried.

Harry eased opened the door, that evening. Thomas was asleep in the middle of the bed, so was Mary nuzzled to him. Zachary was awake. "I know what your thinking." Harry said softly, keeping his voice low. "That it's my fault? Because I wouldn't slept with the youngest brother, if I had-" Harry stoped him. "They would have went after him anyway. They wanted him. Or they would have went after you. You do know that, Zachary." Harry said, sitting down slowly on the foot on the bed. "But-" Harry shook his head. "Stop. Your brother made a mistake with how he respond to you..he did, but...he needs you." Harry replied, listening for a moment to the boy breath. "He has asthma. It's getting better. Just needs rest." Zachary whispered. "You all need to rest." Harry said.

Draco had breakfast going the next morning and the table quickly filled. Thomas being the last, just barely. Following his brother who somewhat dragged him to the table. His stomach was still very much upset. "I set you up an appointment with my doctor. He can also listen to your lungs." Draco said, sitting a plate of food down. "It's...fine." he mumbled. "I heard your breathing. Just a check up." Harry said and he nodded after a small sigh. "Remus is coming to talk to you three. You aren't going back to the school." Harry quickly pointed out. "How am I suppose to..." Zachary was kind of quiet, about the whole cosmetology thing. "There's classes you can take on the base or even in town." Narcissa comment on. "Remus is...?" Thomas asked. "One of my fathers." Teddy said, grabbing a dry pancake of the center of the table, his jacket hung on his shoulders by his fingers. "Just were are you going?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow. "Pa's bar. Double truck, plus that bands in town. I'm getting a back stage pass too." Harry just rolled his eyes. "You and your boy band. Don't scare the dummer, teddy." Harry said. "Like pa's gonna let me back there by myself." He took a bite of the pancakes and out the door he went. "What band?" Draco asked. "Not sure the name of this one. I try to avoid the bar on band nights. To nosey." Harry pointed out, and their breakfast got finished mostly quietly.