𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

Luke's POV

In the midst of a bitterly cold night, I found myself shivering and struggling to cope with the harsh weather. Joel, sensing my discomfort, stepped in to lend a helping hand. With a gentle knock on my bedroom door, he entered and saw the visible signs of my struggle. Without saying a word, he immediately grasped the situation. Understanding the power of warmth, he suggested, "How about a warm shower to heat you up?"Although I felt weak, his suggestion resonated with me, and I mustered the strength to get up. My brother supported me as I walked to the bathroom, providing the physical and emotional assistance I needed. Once in the bathroom, he ensured the water temperature was just right. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief as the warm water cascaded over me. My brother stayed nearby, ready to assist if needed, but also giving me the space to regain my strength. After the shower, he handed me a cozy towel. As I wrapped myself in warmth, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my brother's caring and supportive nature. In that simple act of suggesting a warm shower and being there every step of the way, he had provided not only physical comfort but also a sense of security and companionship. Through this experience, I realized the profound impact a brother's support can have during challenging times. It wasn't just about the practical help but also the unspoken understanding and the reassurance that, no matter how tough things may be, we could always rely on each other. for a bitterly cold night, I found myself shivering and struggling to cope with the harsh weather.

No One's POV

Joel's concern touched Luke for him. Joel reassured Luke that they were in this together and that hiding such things only hurt their relationship. From that day forward, Joel became Luke's pillar of support during his illness. The brothers faced the challenges together, teaching them the importance of honesty and the strength of relying on each other.

(4 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖗)

Joel's POV

I was walking down the hall towards the guest room when I heard a faint sound, like a thud. I quickened my pace, wondering what could have caused such a noise. As I approached the door, my heart started to race as I saw my brother lying on the floor. He wasn't moving at all. My first instinct was to run to him, my legs moving faster than I ever thought they could. I fell to my knees beside him, my hands shaking as I tried to feel for a pulse. I couldn't find one. Panic and worry surged through me, and I felt tears start to form in my eyes. I called out his name, but there was no response. He lay there motionless, his eyes closed. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to act fast. I ran to the phone and dialed 911, my hands trembling as I gave them our address. As I waited for the ambulance to arrive, I tried to think of what could have happened. Had he fallen? Was he feeling good? I didn't know, but I prayed that he would be okay. The paramedics arrived quickly and took over, assessing his condition and working to stabilize him. I watched anxiously as they loaded him onto a stretcher and rushed him out of the house. It was the longest wait of my life as I sat in the hospital waiting room, praying that my brother would pull through. Finally, the doctor came out and gave me the news. He had suffered a seizure, but they had been able to treat him and he was stable. I sighed in relief and felt the tears that had been threatening to fall finally spill over. I was so grateful that he was going to be okay. As he rested in the hospital, I vowed to always be there for him, to protect him and keep him safe. I knew that life was precious and that we never knew what could happen, but in that moment, I felt grateful for every moment we had together.