Later that day, after Nick had fallen asleep again and Frankie was done throwing up for the seventh time, Kevin was sitting at the kitchen table is head in his hands. It had been such a long day already and it was only noon. Looking after 3 sick brothers was taking it out on him.

"Hey." Joe said as he walked into the kitchen wearing him pyjamas.

Kevin looked up, "What are you doing up?"

Joe rolled his eyes and sat next to Kevin looking extremely tired and wore out but he was getting some of his colour back. "I'm getting out of bed for a few minutes because my ass hurts from just sitting in bed for days."

Kevin laughed, "Just a few minutes."

"Yes mum." Joe saluted.

"Are you feeling any better?" Kevin asked after a minute of silence.

"Much better than a few days ago, but still a bit nauseous." Joe said, "But hey! I haven't thrown up at all to day so WHOP!"

Kevin laughed, "That's more then we can say for Frankie. Poor kid doesn't seem to be getting any better"

"He'll be fine, nothing serious yet. Remember when Nick was his age and we all got sick with a virus but Nick had it the longest? Probably just because his younger. Talking about Nick how's he going?" Joe asked.

"Alright, better then Frankie at least. But I was in his room this morning comforting him from the thunder."

"There was thunder this morning?" Joe asked puzzled.

"Not all of us sleep like the dead Joe." Kevin pointed out.

Joe laughed, "right, so he didn't full on like pull away when you comforted him?"

"No, he asked me to stay longer actually."

"Whoa, he must be really sick."

Kevin laughed, "I'll say."

Joe laughed and then began to cough and Kevin stood up pulling Joe with him. "Come on sicko, rest."

Joe pouted but walked with Kevin to his room anyway but not without complaint. "Seriously dude, do you realise how boring it is in bed! I am going insane!"

"Joe your already insane, don't blame the bed rest."

"Hmmm, maybe but I'm really, really, really sick of this." Joe said.

"Well hopefully just a few more days of sleep and you'll be better and be able to make all the sarcastic comments you want about how I was so mean to you keeping you on bed rest." Kevin said helping Joe into bed.

"I will! Don't you even think for a moment that I won't!" Joe said as he let Kevin help him in bed.

Kevin rolled his eyes, "Alright drama queen get some rest." He said as he turned on the TV for Joe and left. He walked out and herd Joe yell "YOU LEFT ME WITH OPRAH!"

"BE QUITE AND SLEEP!" Kevin yelled back.

"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" A third voice tired, and irritated voice yelled.

"Sorry Nicky." Kevin said sheepishly.

"SORRY NICK!" Joe yelled.

"Joe if you don't stop yelling I will come in there and suffocate you with a pillow sick or not." Kevin mock-threatened.

"Sorry." Joe's quite voice was herd.

Kevin laughed and went to Frankie's room to see if he had woken after all the shouting, he hadn't. He then went to Nick's room to find him lying down, watching TV.

"Sorry if we woke you." Kevin said.

Nick rolled his eyes, "Its alright, I know Joe's just an idiot."

Kevin laughed and the Joe yelled, "I HEARD THAT!"

At 2 in the afternoon it was surprisingly quite, too quite really. Joe, Nick and Frankie were all finally asleep and Kevin was so glad they were. Kevin sat on the couch and closed his eyes taking it everything that happened over the past few days.

Joe seemed to be getting better, he was making more sarcastic comments and harder to keep in bed which was extremely annoying but was a good sign. Joe becoming more annoying was a very good sign because it meant he was becoming stronger and better. He was beginning to bug Kevin more and more but he was just glad that Joe was getting better so it didn't matter. He'd love for Joe to get up and do some crazy stunt on stage just to see him healthy again.

Nick on the other hand, well Kevin had no idea how he was. If he was getting better or worse. The fact that he wasn't throwing up or had a major fever any more was a very good sign but wanting Kevin to sit with him while there was thunder was not. Sure Kevin loved when Nick wanted him, and he wished that Nick would be like that more often. But Nick is a very independent and proud person, and sitting on the bed while being held in his big brothers embrace is very un-nick like.

While two of his little brothers where getting slowly better his youngest was not that well. He seemed to be throwing up more and more everyday and he was still had a fever that was to be a bit worried about. He honestly had no idea what to do about Frankie, the kid just wasn't getting any better. Not any worse but not any better! And that couldn't be good. He was just glad his parents were coming home tomorrow and would be able to fix everything, it had been the longest weekend of his life.

From almost poisoning his brothers to being there slave for the weekend was really starting to take it out on him. He was starting to get tired and his muscles were slowly starting to hurt. But he couldn't really concentrate on himself right now, he was well enough to walk around so it was all good.

"Kevin." He heard a voice whine close to him.

He looked behind him to find Joe standing there, still in his pyjama pants and wife beater with his hair sticking out from all angles. He looked bored.

"Joe get back to bed." Kevin said annoyed, "Don't you realise your still getting better?"

"I know." Joe whined like a small child and sat down on the couch across from Kevin. "But I feel a lot better and I am so bored."

Kevin stood up and put the back of his hand on Joe's forehead. He frowned, "You're still warm."

Joe groaned.

Kevin had to laugh at Joe, for an 18 year old boy he could easily pass as a 6 year old.

"Come on get back to bed." Kevin said.

"Really? Like really, really?" Joe asked.

Kevin laughed, "Come on." He lead Joe to his room when he started cough. Not a full on coughing fit, but enough to make Joe panic a little bit.

"Whoa! Kevin are you okay?" Joe asked.

"I'm fine." He brushed it off.

"No you're not. Oh my god! Are you getting sick?" Joe asked.

"No!" Kevin said with a little bit too much panic in his voice. He couldn't be getting sick, he was the older brother that somehow was immune to this stupid illness that had taken over his brother's health and now he had a horrible feeling that he was catching it. But no way was he going to show to his younger brother that he was getting sick, he was the older one who was supposed to worry about them.

"Yes you are." Joe said matter of factly.

"Will you quit changing the subject, get to bed." Kevin said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Kevin if your not well, you should rest."

"The only person who should be resting is you."

"Kevin! Stop for a minute." Joe tried to get him to stop changing the subject.

"Joe just get into bed, I can handle it." Kevin said and helped Joe into bed and left.

I can handle it. Four words Kevin used more than anybody should.