You glanced over, noticing her slumped against the couch in the lounge, her usually playful energy replaced by a quiet fatigue. It had been a few days since she’d started feeling under the weather, but today, it seemed worse. She’d been brushing it off, pretending she was fine, but you could see through the act.

She stared at you for a moment, her usual bravado slipping for just a second. It was rare for Hook to be this vulnerable, especially around you, her older sibling who had always been the one to look after her. But now, it seemed like the roles had reversed.

When you returned with the water and medicine, Hook was already drifting in and out of sleep. You gently helped her sit up and take the medicine, all while she muttered a sleepy thanks. You couldn’t help but smile, knowing that she would fight through this, just as she always did, but for now, you were there to help her every step of the way.