Usually he was pretty good. Cancer wasn't what it was cracked up to be, plus he had his amazing friends to help him whenever he felt down. Also - though it was left unsaid - he got to complain as much as he wanted, but he only
used that to his advantage if he wanted food or an extra pillow. Or Pabu. Or a night time story. What? He quite deserved it, thank you very much.
But some days were better than others. Sometimes he wasn't very hungry, and the disgusting, sugar-free jell-o and pudding from the hospital would be enough to keep him from driving his brother up the wall and across the ceiling. Some
days, he just wanted to sleep - and he did, because most days he felt like taking a walk and notget bed sores. Other days, he puked. A lot.
He'd been talking with Mako, walking down the hall with his hand gliding along the wall. Everything was fine. He hadn't had a bad days in a few weeks, he'd told his brother. It was actually-
He was on the floor. Well, technically he was alwayson the floor - one of the consequences of not being an airbender. No flying. But right now, he wasn'twalkingon the floor; rather he almost fell face-first
onto it. That is, until his brother caught him; one arm across Bolin's chest and the other around his hip.
It took him a few moments - an entire minute actually - until his vision stop swimming. Also, apparently, Mako had been talking to him.
"You went really dizzy there for a sec," hereiteratedwhen Bolin oh so graciously asked wuh?"Just blacked out for a minute. Can you hear me now?"
"Hu? Yeah, yeah-" he shook his head then smiled, straightening his back "-See? 'M fine now, but keep your eyes on me, wouldn't want me to escape from the hospital!"
Mako snorted, and begrudgingly released his hold on his brother - but he hovered, his handshovered close. And Bolin was grateful.
"Maybe we should head back?" Mako suggested, thumb pointing at the room at the other end of the hall behind them.
"Yeah, I'm getting hungry anyways."
They both chuckled.