𝖊𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖓𝖊

erm ...

isn't this awkward erm ...

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I don't know how long it took, but I heard noise. It sounded like talking, and keys jingling. Was it my brothers? Hope filled my heart, but it hurt to move my head. It hurts to move. It hurts to breathe.

The door opened, and it was my brothers. But they didn't notice me on the ground, lying as stiff as a corpse.

"What the fuck?" Romero finally noticed judging by the drop of his keys and the shock in his voice.

"Emmaline?" Wilson came near me, bending down. "What happened?"

"My body hurts." I told him, ignoring my heart which wanted to cry to him, before dissolving into a coughing fit.

"You're sick." His eyebrows furrowed, eyes shining with concern.

No duh, sherlock.

"Come on, let's get you up." He pulled me up to the sofa, where I sat with a raging headache, making me see stars.

No, no, I will not pass out in front of my brothers. I'm better than that.

"What happened to your foot?" Romero pointed, the rest of my brothers following his finger.

"I wanted water, but my hands shook and it dropped."

I was watching Romero's and Elijah's face for a snark or something, but surprisingly there wasn't anything.

"Aww, sweetheart." Kieran came over with a glass of water, handing it to me.

I greedily drank it, coolness refreshing the heat that seemed to cage me.

"Mind telling me how you got sick, darling?"

"I walked home in the snow and rain last night. I tried calling and texting, but it didn't work. When I came home, I fell in bed with my wet clothes. I woke up with a stuffy nose, fever and all that. I took a hot shower, but that just made it worse. And yeah."

"Fuck." Wilson swore under his breath.

They all had guilty looks on their faces; the twins seemed to be communicating with their faces.

"We're so sorry Emmaline. We shouldn't have left our phone on silent." Kieran spoke for all of them.

"It's fine."I waved my hand, not really minding.

I'm just surprised I've lived for this long.

"How about I get you some warm soup?" Kieran gave me a smile, ruffling my hair.

"Ok-ay." Gods, my voice cracked. This was terrible.

"One of you, go get her blanket."

Elijah came back, in a few minutes, with my blanket and awkwardly gave it to me, while Wilson tucked me in.

Romero came with a thermometer, to which Wilson nodded appreciatively.

"Do I have to?"

Wilson just raised an eyebrow. "Yes, unless you want me to do it for you."

Yeah no.

I begrudgingly shoved the thermometer in my mouth, waiting for it to beep. I knew it was going to be high. After everything I went through, my immune system was absolutely weak. It was practically non existent.

Behold, I was right.

"103.2."

"Well, you're going to have to drink a lot of water. So I'll stash a water pack in your room. Speaking of which, your duty is to stay in bed, until you get better. You'll come downstairs to eat, of course. One of us will give you some ibuprofen once in a while."