⚠️ tw: spider, collapsing, ER
Word count: ~1330.
—————————————————————The triplets were on their tour, exploring new places and creating unforgettable memories. One evening, after a day full of adventures, they settled into their cozy hotel room. The atmosphere was filled with laughter as they played card games and joked around, enjoying each other's company to the fullest."Alright, who's ready to lose?" Matt teased, shuffling the deck with a mischievous grin.
"Not me!" Nick shot back, leaning forward eagerly. "I've got a winning streak going, and I'm not about to let it end tonight."
Chris chuckled, dealing the cards. "Last time, I won fair and square. You just can't handle losing, Nick."
Nick rolled his eyes. "In your dreams, Chris. I was the one who won last time, and you know it!"
"Oh, please," Chris retorted, a playful glint in his eye. "You must be remembering it wrong."
The two brothers continued to bicker, their voices rising in mock argument. Matt watched them with amusement, shaking his head.
"Alright, alright, break it up, you two," Matt said, stepping in. "Let's just start the game and see who the real winner is tonight."
With that, the game began, and the room was soon filled with friendly banter and the occasional groan of defeat. The triplets were in high spirits, completely immersed in the moment.
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As the night grew quiet and the triplets drifted off to sleep, an unexpected visitor made its way into their room. A small, unassuming spider crawled silently across the floor, eventually finding its way to Chris's bed.
Unnoticed, the spider climbed up and bit Chris on the arm before scurrying away into the shadows. Chris, deep in sleep, didn't feel a thing. The night continued peacefully, with no one aware of the tiny intruder's presence.
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In the morning, Chris woke up feeling a bit off. He had a slight headache and felt unusually tired, but he brushed it off, thinking it was just from the late night. As the day progressed, he started to feel worse. The area on his arm where the spider had bitten him was now swollen and red, throbbing with pain.
"Chris, are you okay?" Matt asked, noticing his brother's discomfort.
"Yeah, just feeling a bit under the weather," Chris replied, trying to downplay his symptoms.
But as the hours passed, Chris's condition deteriorated. He became increasingly pale and weak, and the swelling on his arm grew more pronounced. Nick and Matt exchanged worried glances.
"Chris, this doesn't look good. We need to get you to a doctor," Nick insisted, his voice filled with concern.
"I'm fine, really," Chris protested, shaking his head. "It's probably just a bug bite. I'll be okay."
"Chris, look at your arm," Matt said, pointing to the swollen, red area. "This isn't normal. We can't just ignore it."
Chris sighed, still reluctant. "I don't want to make a big deal out of it. I'm sure it'll get better on its own."
Matt and Nick did definitely not believe Chris, but they knew how stubborn he could be. So they let the topic go for a few but kept a close eye on him.
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As the day wore on, Chris's condition continued to worsen. He became increasingly pale and weak, struggling to stay on his feet. Despite his earlier insistence that he was fine, it was clear to Matt and Nick that something was seriously wrong.