The Bond ❤️❤️

care

Rohit Sharma, India's star cricketer, lay in bed, feeling the full brunt of a nasty fever. His body ached, his head throbbed, and he felt utterly miserable. Normally, his best friend, Virat Kohli, would be by his side, making sure he didn't fall sick or, if he did, taking meticulous care of him. But Virat was away as there was family emergency, and Rohit was left to fend for himself.

Harry, who shared a close bond with Rohit—his 'B'Ro,' a brother in every way but blood—knocked on the door softly before entering Rohit's room. Seeing Rohit pale and shivering under the covers, he immediately sprang into action.

"Ro Bhai, why didn't you tell me you were feeling this bad?" Harry asked, concern etched across his face.

Rohit attempted a weak smile. "Didn't want to bother anyone. Thought it was just a minor cold."

Harry shook his head, already moving to grab a thermometer. "You're never a bother, Ro Bhai. Now, let's see how high your fever is."

After taking Rohit's temperature, Harry frowned. "102 degrees. That's not minor, Ro Bhai. You need to rest and stay hydrated."

Harry’s worry intensified as he saw the exhaustion in Rohit’s eyes. Despite his weak protests, Rohit allowed Harry to assist him. He disappeared into the kitchen, reappearing shortly with a tray. It held a bowl of steaming soup, a glass of water, and some fever-reducing medication. Harry set the tray down gently on the bedside table and helped Rohit sit up.

"Here, drink some water first. Then take these meds. After that, we'll get some soup into you."

Rohit complied, too exhausted to argue. As he sipped the water, Harry adjusted the pillows behind him, ensuring he was comfortable.

"Thanks, Harry. I don't know what I'd do without you and Vi."

Harry's face softened, and he gave Rohit a reassuring smile. "Don't mention it, Ro Bhai. You'd do the same for us." Harry's voice was warm, filled with the affection of a sibling.

After Rohit took the medication, Harry handed him the bowl of soup. "This will help. It's my mom's recipe—guaranteed to make you feel better."

Rohit took a few sips, feeling the warmth spread through him, easing some of his discomfort. Harry sat beside him, keeping a close watch, ready to assist with anything else. The room was silent except for the soft clinking of the spoon against the bowl and the quiet hum of the air conditioner.

"Harry," Rohit began, his voice barely above a whisper, "I know you have a lot going on. You don’t have to stay with me the whole time."

Harry shook his head vehemently. "Ro Bhai, your health is more important than anything I have going on. Besides, what kind of brother would I be if I left you like this?"

Rohit gave a weak chuckle. "Virat would be proud to see you taking such good care of me."

Harry grinned. "Vi would do the same if he were here. We're a team, right?"

Rohit nodded, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. "Yeah, we are."

As the medication began to take effect, Rohit started to feel drowsy. Harry noticed and gently took the bowl from his hands, setting it back on the tray.

"Get some sleep, Ro Bhai. I'll be here if you need anything."

Rohit nodded, already half-asleep. "Thanks, Harry. You're the best."

Harry smiled, watching over his B'Ro, feeling a deep sense of brotherly duty and love. As Rohit drifted off to sleep, Harry quietly tidied up the room, ensuring everything was within easy reach when Rohit woke up.