It was dark outside, and Clara and William still hadn't come back. Elizabeth had fallen asleep already, and Micheal was busy taking care of Chris, his fever had gotten worse.
Micheal had put a wet towel on his forehead, and changed it a couple of times for the past few hours. He was sitting on a chair, next to Chris's bed, who had been lying down without for hours, since his body's energy was sapped from trying to fight off the germs.
Chris: (It's so hot....)
"Do you want me to get you water with ice in it?" Micheal offered.
Chris nodded his head.
Micheal got up from his seat, exited the room, then returned with a cool glass of cold water with ice cubes fresh from the freezer in it. He went to Chris, and gave the glass to him.
Chris sat up in his bed and drank the water quickly.
"Careful, you might spill it." Micheal said.
He himself also seemed tired from having to take care of his little brother without any breaks. After Chris drank it, he placed the empty glass onto his bedside table.
Chris: (Thanks.)
"No problem...." Micheal said tiredly, then yawned.
Chris: (You should go to sleep.)
"Then who's going to take care of you?"
Chris: (I'll be fine.)
"I won't sleep unless you are asleep, that way I know you won't need anything."
Chris: (But I can't sleep.)
A sudden thought then came to his head.
Chris: (Unless you sing to me.)
"Uh, no, I don't sing."
Chris: (Really? That's not what I heard last week.)
Micheal seemed taken aback.
"You heard me?!"
Chris: (Yeah, it sounded so nice! Please sing for me!)
"I already said no!"
Chris started to drag himself out of bed.
"What are you doing? You need to stay in bed and get rest."
Chris: (I wanna hear it! I really liked how you sound! So I'm going to guilt trip you into doing it!)
"Jeez! Ok, I'll sing, just get back in bed."
Chris seemed really happy, he got back into his bed, and made himself comfortable.
Micheal began singing, to his reluctance. Though Chris was right, it was such a sweet melody, most people wouldn't expect him to have such a nice voice.
Chris was getting drawn into sleep, but at the same time he wanted to stay awake to hear his brother, but eventually his body's fatigue got the better of him and he drifted off into slumber.
When Micheal noticed he was asleep, he was embarrassed at what he had just done.
"I'm never doing that again." He muttered to himself.
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Fnaf - Mute
Short StoryI dunno if I'll ever publish this :^ But if I do it'll probably be all in one go instead of part to part, just in case I lose motivation and it ends up incomplete. Don't wanna disappoint any people who find this and actually like it. (Probably will...
