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Baby Blues

   At 4 months old, Seven was in the hospital for 2 weeks. He was intubated and wasn't breathing on his own. He wasn't expected to make it.

   Crayola threw a fit every night Seven was away. The twins has shared a crib since they were born. They weren't used to being apart.

   Club, Fresh and especially Decans were worried out of their mind. Deccy thought it was all his fault. "I passed the sickness on. . . It's on me."

   Club tried to reassure him. Fresh threw himself into work. He took more work at his job, he worked on the t-shirt business with Jessie, he took care of Crayola, he worked on the channel. He was a mess.

   One day the doctors didn't expect Seven to make the night. Fresh dropped the phone when he got the call. He was silent the whole ride over. Deccy was crying quietly. Jessie and Club in the middle seats were quiet. Little Clover in the back was talkative. She didn't know better. She was only 5. She was talking to baby Crayola in his car seat.

   The hospital was as gloomy as ever. Fresh always hated hospitals. Nothing about this place felt good.

   The doctors let the family into the NICU. If Seven was gonna go they wanted the family there. It was only right.

   Crayola immediately perked up and looked around. He babbled a bit.

   Seven's soul monitor spiked.
 
   "What is that? Is that bad?!" Club asked panicked.

   The doctor blinked. "The twin's souls are reacting to each other. The healthy immediately knew when the sick was nearby and the sick one is tying to fight."

   Fresh bounced Crayola on his hip as he became fussy. He reached in Seven's direction and whined. "What does that mean..?"

   The doctor furrowed his brows. "Bring him here and place him next to the sick one."

   Fresh set Crayola next to Seven as instructed. Baby Crayola cooed and curled his little fingers around Seven's hand. Seven's soul monitor picked up again.

   The doctor scribbled something on the charts. "Hes stabilizing."

   Seven began to choke. Fresh knew what that means. Old medical knowledge and all. "Hes trying to breathe!"

   The doctor hurried to get the tube out of Sevens mouth. Seven gave a small cry as soon as it was gone. Crayola curled his little fingers tighter.

   Deccy clutched his shirt. "Hes okay!?"

   The doctor smiled. "Looks like it. . ."