George watched his little sister sympathetically as she took another her twelfth tissue to blow her red nose.
She sneezed multiple times and groaned, slumping in the couch. Her hair was an orange mess, her face was deathly pale, and her clothes dirty and sweaty. To put it kindly, she looked horribly sick.
George scooted next to her and slung his arms around her shoulders.
"You'll get sick," Ginny sniffed, moving away from him.
"I don't care, Ginny. It doesn't matter." George said, wrapping his arms around her. "I won't get sick."
Ginny sniffed again, she was too tired to argue with him, so she gave in and melted into his arms, feeling safe and warm. George smiled and hugged her closer,
"You'll be okay. I promise."
I love my brothers :) Dedicated to scams, who no matter at what time, will care for me when I'm sick.