You were Hyacine's sibling. It doesn't seem like it, but you're actually younger than her.

Hyacine studies in the medical field, wishing to treat others of illness and tragedies in this cruel world.

You?

You managed to get into a college close to her's, studying English. Writing was your expertise, after all. It made sense to think you would study the subject you love the most to your heart's content.

But that left you with...lacking in your health.

You would spend endless nights getting this paper and that paper done left and right. It would only make sense-with how much college had been on the both of you-one would inevitably start losing the reminder to take care of themselves.

Who would've thought it'd be you to go down that road first?

"Again?" Hyacine sighed, shaking her head as she checked her phone when the notification bell sounded. You were not having it again. To be expected. Probably a migraine, since you had claimed you were having a really bad headache and couldn't get out of bed.

Luckily, she was free, so she came over, exasperated with your antics, but worried like the wonderful older sister you grew up with.

"You really should know when to stop and take a break!" Hyacine said finally when she managed to treat your migraine. "You're going to develop really bad mental illnesses if you keep this up!" She frowned as you apologized. It wasn't the first time. And it really concerned her. "Here: you can borrow Little Ica for now."

Hyacine hesitantly hands over the little unicorn plushie you had gotten for her. Honestly, why on all of Earth would she still keep it? You had given it to her since high school, where this odd unicorn obsession began. Oh well. Better not question it. The plushie was soft, large, and very huggable.

She pats your head softly, silently hoping that you'll get back to health soon. "Be more careful about your health, okay? I can't be here for you all the time...you know that..."