T.K.O walked to his twin brother's house. K.O didn't call him last night and today, which was odd because his brother, a lot like their mom would call him up or texted to see if he was alright. Gah, they could be such worrywarts.
As he made it to the door way, he could hear the sounds of a baby crying. No doubt, it was his months old niece needing something. However, he didn't hear K.O though. That was a bit worrisome, but as he opened the door his panic mode started to go up and his eyes widen. He saw the sight of his niece in her high-chair wailing while her dad was lying on ground motionless on the kitchen floor. This was not good.
Rushing to his brother's side, he picked him up and turned him to see his face. K.O had his eyes closed and painting heavily. As he placed the hand on younger brother's forehead, he felt it heat up. Yep. K.O was sick. The idiot must have worked himself too much. typical.
He got up and picked his brother up bridal style, carrying him to the living room. Placing his twin on the couch, he went and grabbed the blanket on the bed and an ice pack. When he came back, he lied the blanket over his brother and the ice pack on his forehead.
Now that was taken care of, it was time to tend to his niece.