Your brother bounces you on his side gently, holding your small body by the waist and holsted up against his hip. "Come on honey, shhh.. shh no fussing. You need to have your medicine baby.." He says softly, his voice holding a tired undertone. He holds a syringe full of your medice up to your lips, trying to get you to take it, though with little success. After visiting the doctors yesterday you got diagnosed with the flu. Right now it's nearly two am and you are refusing to take your medicine. Your heavy head lays against Aidens chest, your pacifier hanging losely from your lips and your weakly mumbling back responses. Your nose running and your cough aggrevating, making your throat sore, as well as being sick you are exhausted. Your flu making it very difficult for you to fall asleep. You curl up against him and whine softly in response. Unable to say anymore though your refusal still evident.