(I’m totally doing it then—)
Sometime After all the boys got home, Kalin was up in the middle of the night, tugging on Lyrin‘s arm. Lyrin stirred slightly, opening his eyes and groaning. “Kalin. . .” He mumbles, sitting up slightly and rubbing his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
Kalin whines, “My chest. . . it hurts.”
Lyrin sat up slightly, rubbing his eyes again, “Oh. . . Did you take some Tylenol?”
The younger boy nodded, “Yeah. . . A while ago. . . And some Advil. It’s not working. . .” He crawls up onto the bed, curling into a ball.
Lyrin bit down on his lip, running his fingers through his brother’s red hair. Red hair from their father. Lyrin’s hair was from their mother, and eveyone else had a mix of blood and red. He blows out a breath, “Just try to get some sleep. . . You’ll feel better in the morning.
Kalin did not feel better in the morning, in fact, he was worse. He could barely breathe, he was slight headed and he chest was in even more pain. Lyrin soothed his hand over his forehead and rushed to Zyn’s room, banging on the door. Forget the fact that there was school this morning and Zyn had work, everyone would be panicked at the older twins feelings, and no one would do much until it was figured out, “Zyn, get your butt outta bed!”