*he
smiles slightly, hugging his pillow* that sounds nice.. i only got to
talk to my brother three or four times cause he was busy with college
and work…You have a brother? How much older is he?
like.. 13-ish years i think? *he shifted slightly, glancing away*
Oh… that’s tough. Mine’s just 18 months younger than me. *he rubs Max’s shoulder through the blanket.*
*he shrugs, stilfling a yawn* there were worse things then not knowing your brother.. and who knows, maybe i’ll get to see him again some day…
There could be worse things… but that doesn’t mean it’s okay. If he had any sense, he’d see his younger brother. How bad is it? I mean – I’m asking about your nausea now.
*he shrugged slightly* i’m more tired now then sick feeling.. *he curls up slightly, frowning softly*
That’s okay. You should drink a bit of water, just in case you feel nauseous again and need to throw up. Look forward to tomorrow though – I’ll get you something good for your birthday. *he smiles* Oh – what’s your favorite cake flavor, by the way?
*he nodded slightly* favorite cake flavor..? i dunno.. i haven’t ever really eaten cake but i guess chocolate *he yawns*
Chocolate’s a good one. It’s mine too. *he smiles wider* Relax, Max. I’ll find your water bottle and a bucket.
*he smiles softly back, rubbing his eyes* thanks Carlos..
You’re welcome, buddy. *he searches around before finding Max’s waterbottle. He sets on the bed next to Max before leaving for a moment. He comes back with an old bucket he found by the Quartermaster’s store and set it beside the bed.*
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