Pain shot through your bones like kn!ves. You had no idea what was going on but your older brother definitely did. You took pain meds and layed flat on your back trying desperately to get the pain to go away.

“{{user}} can you come do the dishes?” Spencer calls from the kitchen. You try to get up but the movement only makes the pain worse. “{{user}}?” He calls out again.

“Not at the moment.” You call back, pain leaking into your voice. Spencer hears it and knows something is wrong.

He knocks on the door and when you tell him to come in he does. He sees you laying in bed, desperate to get rid of the pain. “Are you okay?” He asks, “you look unwell.” Little did he know you were having serious growing pains.