Shasha and Milo one shots

Shasha's sick

"Uhhh!", Milo woke up at eight o'clock on a Saturday to the noise of his phone alarm bedsides him on his bed bed and turned it off, before sitting up.

He rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and looked at his twin sisters bed that was opposite his in the same room, noticing that she kept turning from human to cat and back to human every time she sneezed without any control at all.

"Shasha are you ok? You don't look so good!", he asked caringly as he stared at her red, flushed cheeks, "I feel terrible. I keep transforming every time I sneeze, I feel hot and my tummy hurts!", she groaned loudly.

The dark-haired boy didn't know what to do, so he left their room and went to get help from someone who had more expierence than him.

He entered his uncle's bedroom and saw that he was still fast asleep, so he gently shook his shoulder, causing him to wake up.

"Hey champ! Is everything alright?", he questioned sympathetically as he placed a hand on his shoulder, noticing that he seemed like he was panicking.

"Shasha has red cheeks, she feels hot, her stomach hurts and she keeps shape shifting from human to cat and back every time she sneezes with zero control!", Milo spoke in one go, needing to take a breath once he had finished talking.

"Ok, you go and keep your sister company, I'll be there as soon as I can!", Leo watched his nephew leave his room and he took a bottle of cream out of the drawer of his bedside table, before transferring from his bed into his wheelchair.

He wheeled himself into the twins room, looking at his very pale niece and his nephew hugging her to comfort her.

"Hi Shasha, I heard you weren't feeling well!", their uncle rolled up to the sick girl and opened the cream bottle, lifting her t-shirt up and spreading it all over her human stomach.

"There, that will help you control your shape shifting until your better, but unfortunately you still feel hot and you haven't stopped sneezing. Does your abdomen still hurt?", he questioned sympathetically as he placed his hand on her forehead to feel her body temperature.

"Yes, achoo, but I'm not transforming, achoo, achoo, anymore, so that's good!", Shasha complemented gratefully.

"Ok, Milo can you get your sister a bottle of water and a hot water bottle, while I keep her company this time!", the brunette man suggested.

"Is she going to be ok uncle Leo?", the dark-haired boy questioned worriedly, "she'll be fine within a few days of rest, I promise!", he interlaced his hand with his nephews and brought it to his heart to give him some reassurance and closure.

Milo then left and returned a few moments later with the items the older man had requested, giving his uncle the hot water bottle, before placing the drinking bottle on her bedside table as keeping hydrated is very important when you're ill.

Leo placed the bottle on Shasha's tummy, hoping that it would help decrease the pain, "do you want to rest now?", he questioned politely and she nodded a yes in response.

The two males left the room and headed to their own bathrooms to take a warm, rejuvenating shower and get dressed into their usual attire.

Once the two men had finished getting ready for the day, they headed into the kitchen and the older man got out of his wheel chair to start making breakfast with help from his nephew.

"I hope Shasha is ok?", he questioned his relative, concern eminent in his voice, "she'll be fine in no time with plenty of rest, so don't worry too much because it won't do you any good!", his uncle advised as he kissed his cheek, causing him to smile.