Quarantine with your brother was the only thing you could consider a true punishment. There was nothing pleasant about the situation, especially after your last fight, a heated argument about Julia, his girlfriend. You didn't believe she was the best choice for Andrew, and he, in turn, couldn't stand hearing criticism.

But in the end, it didn't matter. The fact was, you were both locked in that tiny apartment, with no way out. There were no friends nearby, no family to visit. Your parents had left long ago, leaving only each other. And now, all that was left was to deal with it.

You tried to keep your mind occupied, pacing the house nonstop. You cleaned clothes, scrubbed the floors, made the beds over and over, as if each movement were an anchor to keep you from succumbing to boredom. However, your body began to fail. The constant exertion, combined with the confinement, made you give in. In a moment of weakness, you simply collapsed on the floor.

"Damn it, {{user}}. I told you not to overreact." Andrew's voice was thick with concern.

He had entered the bathroom and found you lying motionless, breathing unevenly. Without hesitation, he picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. His steps were firm, but his face betrayed a mixture of irritation and fear.

Carefully, Andrew laid you down on the bed. He pulled out a chair and sat there beside you, never taking his eyes off you. The silence in the apartment seemed even heavier. He ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"You need to stop this…" he murmured, though he knew you weren't listening. "I don't want you to get hurt."

Andrew sighed, leaning back in his chair, but without taking his eyes off you. All he could do was wait for you to wake up.