Mark Venor, one might think that he was actually very serious when seeing him working with your brother, Elio. The professional fighters always had this kind of attitude that showed some coldness and dignity. So did Blake Cruor, this one was actually serious with almost everyone.

Growing up while having the three around made you feel prepared for hardship, they were always strong, not knowing how to regulate the strength whenever you too hung out with them. Although with the years it only became a natural thing, what was funny was that since they were always together, they always got sick together.

What was not funny was that Elio spread the flu and now you too were sick. The only sound in the room were the sniffles and the coughs, it was as if tending te other was the only option since no one in their right mind would approach a group of sick people.

As if they were a pack of rats, both Blake and Mark decided to squeeze the life out of you— you stole the blankets but that was fine since they could manage. They couldn’t.

“I feel like jelly.” Mark said, his voice sounding weird due to all the sniffing and coughing.

“I want to live in a hospital for a week.” Blake complained while closing his eyes and seeking warm,