This is for StaceyStonier hope you enjoy!
Ashton age 5: You padded into your older brother Ashton's room. "Ashy?" You asked shaking him. He turned over to face you. "Yeah." He said in a raspy voice since it was only about 2:00 am. "I'm cold." You said making grabby hands for him. "Hold on." He said. He put the back of his hand on your forehead. "Y/N your not cold you have a fever." Ashton said. "Oh." You whimpered going back to your room. "Y/N wait you can sleep with me but you can't go under the blankets it'll make your fever worse." Ashton said. "Ok thank you Ashy." You said. Ashton nodded and fell back to sleep with you on the other side of his bed. You woke up before Ashton did. You saw Ashton covered in all the blankets with a bright red face. "Ashy are you ok?" You asked shaking him awake. "Huh?" Ashton asked. "Look in the mirror." You said. Ashton got out of bed and looked in the mirror and sighed. "Well Y/N now you gave me a fever." Ashton said feeling his warm face. "I'm sorry." You said starting to tear up. You didn't mean to give Ashton a fever you just couldn't sleep. "No no it's ok it's not your fault." Ashton said wiping away your tears. "We need to get you some medicine." Ashton said. "What about you?" You asked. "I'm fine." Ashton said pulling out some fever medicine for you. "No your not." You said crossing your arms. Ashton looked back at your sassy figure and giggled. "Fine." He said getting out some pills. He took his pills quickly. Then he poured some of the red liquid into the little cup that came with the medicine bottle. "Ok you have to take this." Ashton said handing you the red medicine. "What about purple?" You asked looking at the unfamiliar red liquid. "They didn't have anymore purple." Ashton said. You sighed and took the medicine anyway. You were used to taking medicine by now. "Cuddle?" You asked Ashton. "Yeah we can cuddle now." Ashton said. He put on your favorite Disney movie and cuddled with you until you fell asleep.
Luke age 10: In the middle of your peaceful slumber you wretched awake. You got up and sprinted to the bathroom and threw up whatever you ate last. You knew what you had. The stomach bug. You have gotten it the most in your life out of your family and you hated it. You began to cry as your body would not let you stop vomiting. Luke heard soon after you started and jogged to the bathroom. He saw you vomiting and took your hair from your hands and held it back for you. You pulled away from the toilet, shaking with tears wrecking your frame. "Shh your ok you'll be ok." Luke said wiping your tears away. "Brush your teeth I'll be in your room waiting." Luke said. You nodded and shakily got up and walked to the sink. Luke tucked you back in bed and you went back to sleep. You woke up to light pouring out of the bathroom and a familiar sound. Oh no you thought. As you thought Luke was leaning over the toilet being sick. The sight almost made you sick so you left until he came out. "Looks like we're sick buddies." Luke said. You nodded. Luke made some toast in the toaster and sat on the couch with you. "I don't want it." You said holding your aching stomach. "I don't want it either but we have to eat." Luke said. You sighed and took the toast and ate it slowly. Luke let you lay with your head on his chest and he rubbed your stomach. Soon you became really comfortable and fell asleep.
Michael age 7: Colds what a glorious thing. It had went around your school and now you had one. It was nothing major but it still sucked. "Mikey I don't feel well." You said climbing onto your brother. "You don't do you?" Michael asked looking down at your tiny and weak frame. You only sneezed in response. Michael laughed. "Looks like you have a cold." He said ruffling your hair. Your groaned and let your face fall into his chest. He played with your hair for a little bit before he fell asleep. A sneeze from himself woke him up. "Gosh darn it." Michael said. You giggled. "Your sick to." You said. "I know." Michael said. "Time for meds." Michael said. "Ugh." You said laying face first on the couch. "Hey." Michael said. He poked your side. You giggled and turned over. He handed you the purple liquid. You held your nose and swallowed it. "Good girl". Michael said letting your resume sleeping on his chest all over again.
Calum age 3: Pink eye at three years old is not fun. You woke up to stinging watery eyes. "Calum my eyes hurt." You said waking your brother up. "Uh oh you have pink eye." Calum said putting you on his bed. "I'll have to give you eye drops in the morning." Calum said falling back to sleep. You fell asleep trying not to touch your hurting eyes. "Time for eye drops." Calum said waking you up. "Calum your eyes." You said. Calum looked in the mirror. You gave him pink eye. "I need eye drops to now." Calum said. He put some in his eyes. "Ok your probably not gonna like these." Calum said squeezing the liquid into your eyes. The eye drops sting so badly. You blinked them in but you were about to cry. "Hey don't cry I'll have to do them again." Calum said looking at you. You began laughing really hard. To you his eyes looked really funny. "Hey what's so funny." Calum asked sticking his tongue out at you. "Your silly." Calum said laughing at you, ruffling your hair. You then promptly fell asleep.
