Lyrikai and Seephiraa

[Seephiraa]

Becca leaned against her brother's doorway lately all he did was sleep. Something was wrong with him and they doctor's kept brushing them off he was getting sicker. The shades were pulled to so that his room was dark even though the sun shon brightly outside. Their parents were no longer alive and just the two of them. Her brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail.

Sighing, she went back to her room to try and do some more research on what might be wrong with him. She had been doing research a lot lately but nothing ever came up. His symptoms were to weird. Sitting down at her computer she turned it on and started looking things up for him. Soon he would wake up and hopefully he would want something to eat sometimes he doesn't. She was worried about him since he didn't really eat much anymore. No one would help the twins and she felt so alone with all of this happening.​

 

[Lyrikai]

Weak and tired, Benjamin curled up in his bed. The blankets kept going back and forth between being too hot and being too cold. He couldn't stand it. He wanted so badly to be comfortable, but there was nothing he could do to dull the ache, the throbbing, the constant nausea. Everywhere hurt no matter what position he tried. He had tried eating earlier, but couldn't force himself to swallow.

Every day that passed, he just felt weaker and worse. Breaths came in shudders as he tried to sit up, tried to just bring some energy into this miserable body. Getting up just made his head swim; pinpricks of painful light danced across his vision that forced him back down. With a low groan, he laid there for a moment. "Damn it..." he whimpered. Whatever this was, it wasn't going away. It was just getting worse and he felt terrible.

The only thing worse than going through this hell was the worry and wonder what it must have been doing to his sister having to watch him suffer like this. Was he going to die?

Was she going to have to watch that? Why did that sound like the worse fate?