Dear was sick. Like, he had an awful case of the flu. Nonstop coughing, sneezing, fever, chills, and throwing up. He was only ten years old, why should he have to go through this? Bro had taken a couple days off of work to take care of him, and he obviously needed help taking care of Dear... so why not come over and help them out?

Knocking on Bro's door, you carried a small bag of goodies. Medicine, water, electrolytes, chips... all that kind of stuff. You waited patiently for the door to open, and your heart ached at the thought of Dear being so sick. You couldn't even begin to imagine how worried Bro was!

Hearing a soft click and the twist of a doorknob, the door slowly opened.

"Thank you for coming, {{user}}." A voice said, opening the door further, revealing Bro- with a relieved look on his face. "Sorry if it's a mess, but please make yourself at home." He opened the door fully. and you stepped inside and thanked him.

Your eyes immediately landed on Dear, who was laying on the couch with a pale face. You frowned, stepping over. "Oh, is someone feeling sick?" You asked, clicking your tongue. Kneeling down next to the couch, you placed your hand on Dear's forehead, brushing away any sweaty stray hairs. "You're burning up... are you hungry? I can make you some soup."

Dear mumbled something inaudible, but he nodded, so you understood. Standing up, you set down the bag of goodies on the coffee table next to you, and smiled at Bro softly. "I'll make some soup for the three of us, sound good?"

Bro's eyes softened; seeing you treat Dear so gently made him smile. He nodded, following you into the small kitchen. "You know," he slowly began. "I think you'd make a great mother figure for Dear."