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The Wrong One

A little less than a week had passed since that incident with the blood tablets. The pain had, thankfully, subsided and I had spent most of my time curled up in bed asleep. The day following my poisoning, Kaname had in fact had me moved back into the palace. He didn't spend more than a fleeting minute away from the side of my bed because when he had, the pain returned and I had screamed out loud enough to pierce the ears of even a human.

I'd never quite seen Kaname act so worried like he was with me. He was constantly fretting over me, whether or not I was able to keep anything down, if I was possibly suffering from internal damages that the poison had caused. He kept saying things over and over, things such as how he couldn't believe something like that could have slipped by him, and how he felt like he was at fault for it. Every time I tried to convince him otherwise he would shush me and tell me I needed rest. Honestly, he acted like my mother did over Ichiru.

I could still remember it all so clearly as I laid in my bed, curled up on my side and staring straight at the wall across from me. My slender fingers played with a stray string on the pillow that my head was being supported by. The memories of my mother fretting over my brother, my other half, my better part, as he recovered from a cold that could easily have become fatal were so clear.

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"Zero, can you get me some more warm water?" my mother, her sweet, fragil soul, asked me as she handed me the small pail without once taking her eyes off of the small sleeping boy in the bed. I simply nodded grimly, feeling as if it should be me laying in that bed with a fever through the roof and my lungs hardly working. Every time he got sick like this, I felt as if it should be me rather than him.

When I returned to the bedroom with the bucket now refreshed with warm water and a clean cloth, my mother was slouched upon the bed with her hand over her mouth as she watched intently. She was always very protective of him, seeing as how his immune system was about as strong a barrier as a bubble.

"I shouldn't have let him outside that long. What on earth was I thinking?" she asked herself quietly, not yet realizing that I had reentered. I set the water filled object down on the table beside the bed and sat at my brother's feet. I gazed upon his nearly lifeless form.

"You know he would have pestered you otherwise. If there's anything I know about him, he would much rather get sick from playing outside than sit at home." I spoke gently, even at a young age I knew how to approach my mother when she was besting herself up like this. She always blamed herself when he would get sick from the cold.

"I should have bundled him up more, given him medicine before he got sick, made him come in every ten minutes to stay warm. God, what kind of parent am I?" she put her head in both hands and her shoulders slumped even further.

"Ma, you're probably one of the best parents in the world. He knew what he was getting himself in to."

"Yes, but no kid should have to go through this. He shouldn't nearly die every time he gets a cold. He is so much stronger than this but he doesn't get the chance to be. He gets so close, and then he gets a flare up. It isn't fair." I felt bad that she blamed herself for this, knowing that she couldn't do anything about it. I always admired her selflessness when it came to those she cared the most about.

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It seemed to never fail to amaze me how some people acted when it came to those they cared about. My mother would have done anything for anyone, but only for someone close to her would she worry herself rather sick for. She would stay up all night, hardly eat a thing, and she would constantly be running herself down as long as she was making them feel better.