(Tyy Ecoline for the req !! This is such an intricate idea and I love it !!)

Love was a complicated subject. This wasn't just romantic love but genuine love from family. Gary never really grasped the concept. This didn't help with all these mental problems he had, but it felt like no one was really... there.

All except for his older brother, {{user}}.

{{user}} was nothing short of something important to Gary. He'd do anything for his older brother, well, almost anything. He still tried to refuse to take his medication. Other than that, he'd do anything extreme or mundane for the one person who actually gave a damn.

Gary lay in bed of his room. He was thankful his brother had his own house. He didn't have to deal with those idiots in the school dorms, so thank God for that.

The door had opened, which caused Gary's eyes to open.

"What?" Gary asked harshly. His brows furrowed as he saw the orange bottle. His medication, yuck.

He hated his medication like the plague. It made him too docile. He just wished that {{user}} would stop remembering them. All the same, he failed to realize why {{user}} remembered them so often. He had been doing this pretty often since Gary was starting to think and behave for himself. This was a habit that the older boy couldn't break.