Adam glared at himself in the mirror, taking note of his super red nose and watery eyes. If anyone were to walk in they'd probably think he had been crying, but that's because they couldn't see his pounding head ache, nauseous stomach and sore throat. Adam might not be considered the smartest cookie in the cookie patch (pshh; yeah right) but he knew what was going on.

He was sick. And not just the; 'I have an important test today and I didn't study' type of sick, he had the real 'coughing up my insides' type of sick. He continued to glare at himself in the mirror, as if that would fix everything.

Why did everything always happen to him? Everyone was already worried about him because Fitz and Owen were picking on him, and now this? He knew how panicked Drew got whenever Adam got sick, and he was not going to let that happen.

Especially since Drew had recently gotten beat up because of him. He could probably fake it, or walk to school with Drew and just ditch the rest of the day.

"Adam; if you're naked cover up cause I'm coming in!" Drew shouted before barging through the door. Adam jumped away from the sink and glared at his older brother, not knowing how to cover up his sickness if Drew was going to surprise attack him like that.

"Andrew do you knock?" he hissed instinctively, wincing at the scratchiness of his own voice. Drew paused in the process of applying gel to his hair and turned to study his little brother. Adam didn't meet his eyes as he pulled on his favorite button up shirt.

"You're sick." it wasn't a question.

"No," Adam responded immediately, wincing again at the scratchiness of his voice. He cleared his throat and continued, "I'm not." it was still scratchy, and was starting to hurt. When Drew continued to stare at him Adam grabbed the Listerine and marched towards his room, planning to gargle in private.

Naturally; Drew decided to follow.

"Yes; you are." he said simply and Adam glared at him. Sometimes he wondered if his brother had a sixth sense for anything that had to do with him. It seemed like, no matter how much he tried, he just could not keep something from Drew. His older brother seemed to realize whatever was wrong with Adam in an instant and did his best to fix it. When they were younger, and Adam was still Gracie, Drew was one of the first to realize he wasn't happy and that he was burning himself.

Stupid intelligence, Adam thought while silently wondering if it would be called brother's intuition instead of woman's intuition. He didn't have much time to ponder that because Drew already had his phone and was texting someone.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked, alarmed. He ignored his raw throat and jumped at Drew.

"Texting mom and telling her I'm staying home with you so I can take care of you." Drew replied casually, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Andrew; I'm fine. Stop babying me," he snapped. Drew snapped his phone closed so fast it made Adam jump.

"There," Drew said with a smile, "She's calling us both in. Now… I should probably check your temperature." Adam's eyes unconsciously slid over to the bruise on Drew's eye.

"I'm fine! You need to let me deal with things on my own." Adam wasn't just talking about his sickness that time. Drew rolled his eyes before placing both legs firmly on the ground and putting his hands on his hips.

"I'm in charge."

"Stop trying to act like mom." Adam snapped. Drew chuckled slightly before reaching down and easily throwing Adam over his shoulder, causing his younger brother to drop the Listerine.

"What the hell?" Adam choked out, trying to catch his bearings. "Put me down!" he forced out, wincing as the words tore at his throat. He was about to punch Drew in the back when he found himself flipped again. He landed on his bed and bounced slightly, his muscles immediately tensing.

"Stay." Drew ordered, pointing a finger at Adam and glaring. "Now I'm going to get a thermometer and if you move from this spot I'll-" his eyes scanned the room for a threat, landing on his brother's comic book collection. Adam's eyes widened, already knowing what Drew was going to do.

"Andrew; don't!" he choked out, but Drew snatched up a comic book and held it above his head.

"If you move I'll rip all the pages out of this comic book and eat them!" Drew threatened. Adam didn't have time to ponder over how odd of a threat that was; his comic book was in danger.

"Fine!" he snapped, swallowing audibly. Drew's eyebrows furrowed.

"And while I'm getting a thermometer I'll get you some medicine as well." he added before backing towards the door. Adam stayed seated, his eyes glued to his precious comic book. "Sit…" Drew said slowly, making sure Adam obeyed. "Stay."

"I'm not about to roll over." even though it hurt to speak; Adam couldn't help but let that snappy comment slip past his lips. Drew shot a glare in his direction before disappearing around the door, leaving Adam sitting on his bed. Adam silently weighed his options. He could make a run for it, but really; what good would that do him? He'd be walking around school sick, his comic book would be going through his brother's digestive track and he'd probably get sent to the nurse anyways.

Besides; he could probably get Drew to do anything he wanted him to. Adam smiled at the thought of being waited hand and foot on. As that thought crossed his mind Drew showed up with a thermometer and bottle of questionable pink liquid.

"Open." Drew ordered. Before Adam had time to react Drew rammed the thermometer in Adam's mouth, nearly choking the poor boy, and started measuring out the liquid. A couple minutes later he pulled the thermometer from Adam's mouth.

"You know you'll get sick if you stay around me." Adam forewarned him. Drew didn't even spare him a glance, choosing to shove the liquid down his throat instead. As soon as it his Adam's taste buds he was ready to puke it up.

"Swallow!" Drew said, seeing Adam get ready to spit the liquid out on their carpet. Adam forced it down, making gagging sounds and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Adam hissed once he had recovered. Drew rolled his eyes and checked the thermometer, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

"One hundred and one?" he exclaimed, "You could be dead right now! Shit; I need to get ice!" Drew sprinted from the room and Adam stared after him, wondering if he should've told Drew that the temperature he was thinking about was one hundred and four, not one hundred and one. He shrugged it off; already planning to milk his sick day as long as it would last.

First things on his list would be comic books and ice cream.

xxxxxxx

Eli and Clare knocked on the door and found it opened by an overworked looking Drew with a sleeping Adam on the couch behind him.

"What happened?" Clare gasped, taking in Drew's eye bags and the worry in his eyes. Her gaze dropped onto Adam again and she wondered if he was…dead. She nearly had a heart attack, before she realized Adam's chest was slowly rising and falling.

"Adam got sick." Drew said exhaustedly.

The next day Mrs. Torres took the day off of work and stayed home to watch her two sons.

"I told you you'd get sick," Adam said in a nasally voice, peeking at Drew from over his comic book. Drew glared, pulled the thermometer from his mouth and threw it at Adam. "EW; don't get your germs on me." Adam teased, throwing the thermometer back.

"Mom! Adam threw a thermometer at me!" Drew shouted.

"He threw it first!" Adam interrupted.

"Nu uh!"

"What; are you five now?" Adam mumbled, leaning back into his pillows and making himself comfortable before reading the comic book Eli had brought him the other day when he was asleep.


Disclaimer:

I don't –sob- own Degrassi or the sick day idea for this chapter; it was requested by Fnick-is-superman! (=

Author's Notes:

Thanks to Fnick-is-superman for this amazing sick idea! 8D Everybody should give 'em a round of applause~ /starts clapping

And also because of the amazing Fnick-is-superman I figured it'd be a good idea to take requests~ so if you have any for Brotherly Love go ahead and tell me in a review or pm me about it (=

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