“A-choo!!” I jolt awake at the sound of sneezing. I blink and look around seeing Jared shivering on his bed, wrapped up in his duvet. I push myself up and shuffle over to him, getting face to face with my brothers. His sharp features twist and warp into what resembles a snarl. And then…
“A-a-achoo!!” I leap back,screaming; wiping the mucus from my face. I don’t know what type of germs he has.

“Haha…you got my germs,” he grins and wipes his nose on the sheets. I groan and look outside. The sun is shining brightly, mocking us, mocking me. Its a beautiful summer day and my brother has a cold. Coincidence? I think not.

“I-I’m cold,” he stutters, teeth chattering. I sigh and feel his forehead. He’s scalding.

“You have a high fever. Take a shower, a hot one,” I suggests. He gets up and stumbles out of the room like a drunk. The water cuts on and I wait until he’s done. He comes out with only a towel on.

“Have you ever thought of clothing?”

“Shuddup, its summer and I’m sick!”

“And I’m taking care of you.”