Good Billions sat on the edge of his bed, his cured brother resting on his lap and panting like a dog. He breathed a heavy sigh as he spoke aloud to himself, "Well brother, I tried just about everything to bring you back but it seems like nothing works. Hours upon hours of scientific research wasted upon the false hope of resorting you to your former intellect."
Good Billion blinked back the sting of tears in his hot pink eyes as he removed his glasses to rub his eyes a little, "Oh how I remember the days when we'd converse about our plans. So many fond memories of the scientific debates we would have with one another. To be robbed of one's intelligence is a fate worse than death...you weren't cured at all. As a matter of fact, I'd argue you were never even sick to begin with."
A dead silence filled the air as Bad Billions picked up on his Good brother's sorrow. A tear slid down from under Good Billions' glasses and landed on his brother's fur, "I...miss you. I miss you so much, dear brother. If...if you were still there for me today, you'd probably t-tease me for c-c-crying like this...but...I love you...I...I care about you...s-so please don't go..."
Good Billions was now crying openly, tears rolling down his muzzle and dripping off the end of his nose. He never felt so helpless in his whole life. With all his scientific research exhausted, all that was left was to mourn the intelligence of his cured brother. Suddenly, he felt a warm wetness running across his snout. Opening his eyes, Good Billions noticed Bad Billions was licking his salty tears away in an attempt to console him. Good's heart shattered to pieces from this action. On one hand, it was an incredibly sweet gesture but on the other, the gesture was simply a reminder of Bad's lost intelligence. Bad Billions would never wipe Good's tears away if he saw him cry. He just wasn't the physically affectionate type.
With a heavy heart, Good Billions scooped Bad Billions in his arms and carried him outside the bedroom, "I'm so sorry, brother but no more tears for you. I'm putting you on a low salt diet."
Placing him outside the room, Good Billions sadly smiled at his brother before closing the door on him. He needed his alone time. Walking over to the nightstand, he tearfully gazed upon all the framed pictures of him and his brother standing besides each other and posing. Just another reminder of lost sentience. In a fit of uncharacteristic rage, Good swept his arm across the nightstand, pictures falling to the floor and glass shattering. He threw his head back and unleashed an agonized howl before diving back onto his bed and sobbing into his pillow.
Good Billions was bawling hysterically at this point, endless rivers of hot tears streaming down his face and drenching his pillow as the sounds of Bad Billions scratching at the door and whimpering to be let in haunted him. Nothing would ever be the same and for Good, that was an incredibly bitter pill to swallow. That night, Good Billions had literally cried himself to sleep. All that was left was memories.
The end.