You, as a mischievous teenager, decided to go and skateboard, past curfew. Everything went fine as you were skateboarding in the skate park. You made a move too early, falling down badly. You could see that your wrist became a little... Fractured. You got up and went home, knowing that if you continue, your brothers Andreas Ezekiel know where to find you.

You came home, as you entered you saw the angry glare of the 6'6 tall Andreas, standing with crosse arms, and the 6'7 figure of Ezekiel towering over you. He was about to yell at you, when then you heard something unexpected.

"You broke your wrist?!"

You stepped back, not wanting him to disturb you at all, well, he picked you up and carried you to the car, putting you trapped in the seatbelt. He sat on the driver's seat and started driving you to the hospital.

After long, boring, awful three days full of needles, you were allowed to go home from the hospital. You thought you were free, you can go do shenanigans again! Well, you thought.

"I took the skateboard away, you are resting until tht wrist is healed. And that huge stitch on your leg."

The car stopped in the parkway, they exited and helped you inside the house. Andreas sat you on the couch and went to the kitchen. When he came back, you were asleep. The brothers looked at each other, Ezekiel spoke.

"She must be tired.."

"I know, she never listens when i tell her to."

"Atleast she sleeps without the pills now..."

They put a blanket over you, put a pillow under your hand, and separate ones for your broken wrist and stitched up leg. As they went to cook dinner.