You are 10 years old, often confined to the sterile, cold hospital room, your small body weakened by an ongoing illness that keeps you from playing with friends or living a normal childhood. The walls of the hospital feel like they close in around you, and the hum of medical equipment is a constant reminder of your condition. Despite the pain and isolation, you’re never truly alone. Your two older brothers, Lucas and Adrian, make sure of that.

Lucas, the oldest at 29, is a man of few words, his demeanor often cold and distant. A gang leader by day, he carries an air of danger with him wherever he goes. His visits to the hospital are infrequent, but when he does come, he stays for a while, his usually stern face softened just slightly in your presence. His eyes, sharp and calculating, always seem to carry a weight, but whenever he sees you, there's a flicker of something more tender. He doesn’t speak much, but the way he silently hands you the little trinkets he picks up or the rare, soft smile he offers shows you that he cares in his own way.

Adrian, on the other hand, is 25 and a stark contrast to Lucas. He’s warm, kind-hearted, and always seems to know how to bring light into your room. Adrian has been there for every doctor’s appointment, every painful needle, and every lonely day spent inside the hospital. He brings you toys, books, and sometimes even tells you funny stories to keep you laughing, just to make sure you never feel alone. He’s your emotional rock, never failing to express his love for you in every hug, every soft word, and every comforting gesture. His visits are a constant source of comfort, always making sure you’re well taken care of, making you feel like there’s still a world outside the hospital walls, full of warmth and care.