my tight-knit family

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"MARVIIINNN!" Whizzer screamed from the stair case, he limped into the kitchen where Marvin was reading a book about career paths. Marvin sighed closing his book and looking up at Whizzer who was pointing at his knee. "I'm bleeding!" he wailed.

"Well, what did you do?" Marvin got up to inspect the damage, nearly knocking over a vase of roses that Whizzer had wanted to get. Buy him flowers, make them roses. That's all Whizzer talked about when he was sick. So Marvin went out and got him roses.

"I scraped my knee jumping onto the railing," he pointed to the stair case. Marvin pulled out one of the dinning chairs forcing him to sit down. He must have scrapped his knee against the metal part of the railing because blood was trailing down his leg. "Owie," he mumbled he reached across the table and plucked a flower from the bouquet. He cradled it in his shaking hands, smiling.

"Let me get some peroxide," Marvin muttered coming back to the kitchen with the first aid kit. Whizzer always seemed to be hurting himself, the other day he accidentally threw his hand on the stove in a heated (literately) argument. He then preceded to run to the sink to cool his burning hand. The man was an accident magnet.

"This is going to sting," Marvin warned dabbing peroxide on the cut, Whizzer hissed jumping back.

"Sting?! That burns! I don't like that don't do that again," Whizzer inspected his cut again wincing when Marvin tried to dab the rag.

"Don't make me get Mendel, you know he gets cranky when he's interrupted," Marvin warned. Whizzer stuck his nose in the air. Marvin couldn't do anything but sigh. "MENDEL! GET OUT HERE AND HELP ME PIN DOWN WHIZZER! I NEED TO PUT PEROXIDE ON HIS OUCHIE!" Whizzer giggled as Marvin's use in words. "What I have a twelve-year-old kid what's your excuse?"

Mendel walked in casually to the kitchen inspecting the damage. "Ouch, that's gotta hurt," Mendel grit his teeth watching what was going down. He hated blood, a reason why he wasn't a doctor like his parents wanted him to be. Well he was a doctor, just not the medical type.

"Pin him down he won't sit still," Mendel did as he was told. He had never seen Marvin as the type that would go against what his boyfriend was screaming at him not to do. Every day was an adventure.

"YOU GUYS ARE INSANE!" Whizzer yelled at them as Marvin proceeded to do his doctorly things. "I HATE BOTH OF YOU!" and so on. Until finally Marvin placed a band aid over Whizzers cut and smiled.

"See that wasn't so hard, was it?" Marvin smiled, he patted Whizzer on the shoulder who was muttering something in Latin, a language he just started taking up. "Wait did you say you scrapped your leg jumping on the railing?" Marvin glanced at Mendel who was looking a bit guilty at the moment.

"Mendel said the floor was lava,"

"Oh my gosh," Marvin sighed shaking his head. "You are so immature,"

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"What?" Whizzer looked angrily at the table, he pointed to the paragraph that was in front of Mendel's eyes. Mendel wasn't seeing it. "It's a book, yes?"

"There is no screen," Whizzer announced, "there for I have no interest in using it," Whizzer walked away, and Mendel just stared at the paper.

"Reading! You have no interest in reading it not using!" Mendel corrected while Marvin walked through the kitchen area. He gave Mendel an odd look, but kept on walking to the other side of the house.

"OH Whizzer!" Marvin yelled, he sat down on the couch folding his arms and allowing the brand new couch to mold around him. Mendel and Marvin went one day, when Whizzer was sleeping to buy all new furniture. If Whizzer would have come it would have been endless hours of fabric swatches and pillow designs. So the two boys went into the store and bought everything that was on sale. It worked out in the end.

"We need to change your band aid so you don't get an infection," Marvin announced when Whizzer walked into the room. Whizzer turned right around and ignored Marvin's screaming threats. "I'M COUNTING TO THREE!" he announced loudly.

"JUST RIP OFF THE BAND AID!" Mendel screamed from his office. Whizzer shook his head.

"I'll do it," Whizzer looked down at the band aid. "On second thought... you do it," he smiled innocently, too innocently.

"Fine," Marvin walked up to Whizzer, he got on his knees and waited for further instructions.

"I'll count to three," Whizzer repeated what Marvin had threatened just seconds ago, "one, two, THREE!" Whizzer - on three - kicked Marvin in the stomach and ran. "I'm sorry!" Whizzer yelled laughing, "I love you!"

"Oh my gosh," Marvin gasped sitting up from the floor rubbing where he had been kicked in the ribs. "If you loved me you wouldn't kick me in the gut!" Marvin yelled.

"It's for the greater good!" Whizzer screamed back locking himself in his room and giggling, he was going to be hiding out in his room for the rest of eternity if it meant that he didn't have to take the band aid off. Maybe he could get Mendel to bring him dinner. 

If he was going to be in his room for all of eternity...

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"Good men get better with age," - Marvin & Whizzer