Dear, Theo

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Theo

I watch her slowly slip in and out of sleep as I run my hand through her soft, black, hair. Slow tears fall out of her eyes and run down her cheek. Her green eyes seem to get lighter everytime she open her eyes.

She ends up falling asleep after a while of fighting her sleep. I got up from her bed and quietly walked around her room, looking for her makeup wipes. I go to her bathroom and keep looking in the cabinets and in the mirror cabinet.

Nothing.

I went back out to her bedroom and kept looking around. I noticed her vanity so I checked that. I did not find wipes, but I did find something called Micellar water. So I grabbed that and some cotton pads that lay next to it.

I put a generous amount of the water onto the pad. I've watched my little sister do it numerous amount of times to know what to do. I sit down next to her and start wiping off the makeup.

Her face was clean, but pale. Too pale. I put the back of my hand onto her forehead to feel if shes hot. It was warm but not warm enough to call it a fever. A couple more hours and it'll probably become one.

I keep taking off her makeup, slowly turning her to not wake her up. I softly take off her eyelashes and put then on her bedside table. I then take off her mascara and throw away the pad.

I get off the bed and put the stuff back into the vanity. I take of her shoes and her jacket. I take off any jewelry that I can and place it onto her jewelry holder.

Once I'm done, I go out to the living room.

"How is she?" Calum asks me.

"Right now, shes sleeping. Shes getting a fever tho." I inform them.

"At least it's not worse." Calum says.

"At least she isnt throwing up." Chris comments.

"Or-" I cut Connor off.

"I don't even want to know." I walk off to the kitchen and grab fever medicine and anti-nausea medicines. I also grab a cup of water and go back upstairs.

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I hold back her hair as she throws up into the trash can. I rub her back and wait for her to finish. It's been like this since she woke up 20 minutes ago.

"I'm sorry." She quietly says.

"Stop. You dont have to say sorry." I hand her the anti nausea meds and the water.

Her hand shakes as she brings up the glass to her mouth slowly to not drop the water.

She pops the pill into her mouth and then puts the glass up to her mouth and drinks. It takes her a couple sips of water to get the pill down but she does end up swallowing the pill.

"Theo," she says in between breaths.

I hum at her waiting for a response when I hear her struggle to say the word, "trash."

I hurry to get the trash can and put it up to her face.

"You're okay." I say as I rub her back and hold her hair back.

Then I notice blood.

Holy shit.

"Theo." She looks at me worryingly.

I hurry to pick her up and walk out the room. I open her door and start hurrying to walk down the stairs, calling her brothers names in the process.

I get to the first floor and they all ask what wrong.

"Shes throwing up blood."