You were sleeping on the top bunk of you and your younger who was fourteen brothers bunk bed.

You had recently felt absolutely terrible, is was hard to get out of bed sometimes you felt that bad.

You were half awake to hear your little brother, writing in his journal about some questions he had about humanity. It was sweet sometimes.

You had spotted him struggling to stay awake, so you clicked down to come tuck him in.

He look up, quite drowsy. “Sister, what are you doing awake?” He asked, noticing how pale you had become but didn’t say anything.