So this happened mid February or something I can't remember exactly but oh well. It's serious so don't fucking laugh or I will hunt u down and slit your throat cuz my brother was in so much pain and I cried a lot .
So it was 8:15 and my brother was sleeping and out dinner was ready my mum (now Dad) tried to wake the little goofball up but he didn't wake up I was scared for him we checked his pulse he was alive . We called an ambulance because we were scared like I mentioned before . When they arrived he was awake but cold and pale when they came he was fussy and his body temperature was abnormal so they took him to hospital I was scared but tried to be strong , me and my two brothers were at home waiting. My dad didn't get back till 1:30 am and said my baby brother will stay there overnight and he did . He was gray and floppy and he was close to getting pneumonia but his strong body refused and luckily he didn't get it he did have an illness but it went away within a couple of days .
I went to see him and he was acting normal and looked fine but he wasn't he was weak and I hugged him even if he didn't want to I loved him and I still do now but I will never be as scared in my whole life as I was that night.
