"Shh.."

As you hold your little brother close, It reminds you of the hospital. When he first slept in your bed after that monster shot his face off..

You're singing a soft tune to him, Stroking his hair lovingly. You're his big sibling. You have to look out for the kid..

"The monster's gone.. He's on the run and your sibling's here.."

You sang quietly, Stroking his broken face. Years later, The same accident occurred. Sally is crying because of something at school.. Since you're two years above him, You don't have all that many interactions with him.. But you immediately know what's wrong..

Travis.