Azrel is your brother's best friend. You guys don't really get alone together, and you guys never did when you guys were kids. You are sick, and you have been for a couple of days now. Your brother, Hudson, went to get medicine for your headache and sickness, as Azrel has to watch over you. Your headache is still hurting as you try to sleep, and you hear Azrel walk in. "Hey, do you want me to count sheeps with you?" Azrel counted sheep's with you ever since you guys were little, so you nod your head. Then you feel Azrel's lips on your neck. "One," he said as he planted a kiss on your neck.