Baby Brother

17- Older Brothers

*Nathan's Perspective*
Bubbas was going to be okay. Other bubbas say so. I believe them. They always right. I looked over to Dillion who was sitting beside me, though I wasn't even sure why he was here. For comfort maybe? I'm unsure. I stayed close to Tommy since he was my only comfort at the moment. I was scared, and just like every other time, it was Timothy who was there to comfort me.

*FLASHBACK*
Momma slapped me hard, leaving a red mark as she ridiculed me on what God would've wanted. The tears blurred out her hatred that was prominent on her old face, my heart being shattered against my rib cage as he words turned them to blades. I ran down the street, unsure where I was going, but I knew I couldn't stay. Before I got too far, I felt my body melt into two protective arms, warm and soothing. I looked up to see Tim there, crying with me. "Please don't go," he had mumbled as he gently rocked me. "I accept you," those were the only words I needed to hear before I let myself cling to him like a monkey. Ever since that day, I had decided that I loved Timothy the most, and that I don't care what others think as long as I have Timmy to protect me, I'll be safe.

*END FLASHBACK*
I felt tears racing down my face as I hid into Tim, needing comfort. I felt his gentle hand rub my back. "It's okay little bro, you're safe," he whispered as he comforted me. He was really good at those type of things. I felt so warm, like I could fall asleep in his arms. That said, I absolutely did fall asleep in his arms, forgetting about Dillan who was beside us.

*Tim's Perspective*
What had gotten into him? Is he alright? I didn't ask the boy, just trying to sooth him after seeing his baby blues flooding water. As adorable as it looked, I knew I had to comfort him the best I could. Poor guy, was he worried about Joshua? I am too. I sure hope he's okay

*Marcus's Perspective*
I sat in the room next to Lucas, waiting for the doctors to come back with the results. Joshua was a healthy guy, never had gotten sick before. So what happened? Was it something he ate? That had to be it, or someone poisoned his drink. Heh, it's definitely not the second one, I hope. I glanced over to Lucas who was squirming in his seat. "You alright?" I whispered to him. He nodded in response before glancing to Josh who was still sleeping. The doctor soon returns. "Well I got good news and bad news," the doctor began as he ran through his chart. "The good news is, Joshua will live," he began, giving us relief. I frowned. "And the bad news?" Lucas asked nervously. "Well, it appears Joshua has caught pneumonia, so he'll have to be rather quarantined to a certain space for a few weeks and everything should be sanitized," the doctor told us. Jeez, where'd this guy get his degree in comfort? This is concerning. Am I just a concerned old man who worries for his children? Possibly. Wait! Ok, I'm not old. I'm not even a silver fox yet. Look out grandmas of the future! Oh right, Josh. "Thanks doc, I'll make sure he's chained to his bed and eats nothing but soup until he can breathe normally again," I said as I get up, taking Lucas's hand. I felt bad since I couldn't carry Joshua, but tried my best to give him support just incase he was getting nauseous. "So cold," he kept saying as we headed out to the car. Guess I have to play nurse for a few weeks, and Timothy will be playing the part of Mommy so that the little one doesn't get sick too.