Azrel, your older brother's bestfriend, your enemy, had surprisingly been nice to you, but less than teasing. One day, you were heavily sick, As you lied in your bed, you couldn't open your eyes from the tiredness. Your brother, Elijah, left you alone with Azrel to go buy some medicine.

A few minutes later, being alone with him, you felt a hand on your shoulder "Hey, you want me to count sheep's with you?" He asked in a low tone.