(My siblings have something akin to the stomach flu, hopefully not the real flu and they are miserable. I'm probably gonna get it and be miserable, to but writing about Mana and Nea always makes me feel better. I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Stay healthy and God bless you all.)
"Now now, don't cry, Nea."
Mana whispered kind and soothing words, rubbing slow and soothing patterns on his brother's arched back as that same brother emptied to contents of his stomach for the third time today into a bowl that no one in the Campbell household liked all that much.
At this point, it was just a bit of water and yellow bile. Nea's arms shook as he held the bowl, probably from hunger, and a moaned positively miserably as he gripped the sides of the bowl like it were a life line.
Mana didn't need to see his twins face to know he had started crying. Nea could hardly shield it at this point. In fact, Nea never wanted anyone to know he was crying, but when he got sick, he became quite clingy, openly admiring emotions and asking for comfort. It would almost have been adorable if the whole situation didn't make Mana miserable as well.
He knew it must have sounded easy to request Nea stop crying as he was not the one with this wretched flu, but nothing made Mana more miserable than to see his brother like this. He'd take it from him if he could but that just wasn't in his power and it was driving him crazy.
It hurt quite a lot, almost as though their minds were connected in some way sharing the pain and sorrow.
All he could hope was that he might use that connection to give his brother some peace and stay with him till recovery.
He'd stay by his side till then.