Absolutely, Positively, No Harry's Allowed// H.S

Chapter 38

Memphis POV

"Bristol, put that down!" I yell at my youngest brother, who has rubber gloves on both hands and just took an medical instrument off the wall to pretend like he's checking Nash's ear with.

"Ew Nash, the inside of your freaking ear is all yellow and gunky." Bristol says, not listening to me in the slightest.

"It's called wax, you moron." Nash says, and thumps Bristol on the back of the head.

"It's called an infection, and you'll need an antibiotic to clear it up. Let me see what I can do." Continuing with his charade, Bristol pretends to write on a slip of paper and hands it to Nash. "Your prescription will take about 30 minutes to make it to the pharmacy."

Nash snatches the piece of paper out of his hands. "Thanks Doctor Dumbass, I hope you gave me some shit to knock me out because I can't deal with you anymore."

"Hey! Don't call me a dumb-"

"Enough!" I yell, knowing this is about to go from playful to an all out brawl, and I'm in no condition to break it up. How did the one person in the family who has been shot end up with these two? They're more work than they are help.

"When the hell are Gram and them going to be back? I'm starving." Nash said, and I couldn't help but agree. I was so over hospital food it wasn't even funny. I would probably do just about anything for a good bag of greasy fast food and my own bed.

"Should be any minute now." I say, hoping to diffuse their argument with a distraction.

"Can't believe they went to that piece of shits funeral." Nash mumbles under his breath.

"It's probably not good Karma to talk about the dead, even assholes like your principal." Bristol says, snapping the palm of his rubber glove to make a loud pop noise.

"What the hell do you know about karma? You're like 12." Nash says.

"I'm 14, you barf bag. And I know exactly what Karma is."

"What is it then?" Nash questions him.

Bristols lets out a deep breath before looking at both of us with a serious expression on his face. "This doesn't leave this room, okay?"

Nash and I glance at each other, but both of us nod our heads in agreement, having no idea what to expect to hear what comes out of our youngest brothers mouth.

"So, last year, you remember when Knox wouldn't let me come to a bonfire with you guys out on the beach?"

"Yeah." We say simultaneously, knowing exactly what he's talking about because it was the first time Knox had let Nash come with us and Bristol through an absolute fit about being the only one left behind.

"Well..that night, I let my anger get the best of me, and it came back and bit me right in the ass. Or, eye, I should say."

Nash and I both look confused, having no idea what he's talking about. "What'd you do?" I ask.

"I farted on Knox's pillow because I heard it would give someone pink eye. But, while waiting for him to come back in his room, I must have got tired and I fell asleep. On his pillow of course. And two days later I had the worst case of pink eye the doctor said he'd ever seen." He tosses his hands up in the air. "Karma my friends."

Nash and I both bust out into laughter and I have to grab at my chest because of the pain, but there's no stopping my giggles. Now that he said that, I do remember Bristol having pink eye last year and no one knew where he got it from. Makes sense now.