Heres another update, hopefully will update again tomorrow! Hope you all enjoy it :)

Casey had woken up with a bad stomach ache, which was why he was moving around, once getting him settled again Brax climbed into the mattress, Casey was still in his bed. Brax glanced at his clock- 22:00. He tried to call Heath to see how much later he would be.

Seeing Brax call Heath ignored it, he was having a laugh and didn't want that to be ruined by a nagging Brax. He turned back round to the girl he was talking to, putting his phone on silent.

At around 1am Casey woke up with the feeling he had become all too familiar with over the last couple of days. He retched a couple of times, managing to keep what wanted to come up down so not to soil the bed again. To the noise of his little brother struggling Brax woke up instantly to get to his aid. Casey clambered out of the bed as Brax followed him. He took a couple of steps before feeling dizzy.

It happened so quickly it took Brax a few seconds to process what had happened. Casey had fallen to the floor, shaking, Brax turned him into the recovery position just in time for him to be sick. "Case!? Casey come on wake up." he pleaded holding him, not wanting to leave Casey on his own he called out to Heath to call an ambulance, when he didn't answer Brax swore under his breath but he had no choice but to leave his fragile brother to get a phone to call for an ambulance. Casey was slipping in and out of consciousness, he was in pain everywhere and he could not stop being sick, he felt himself crying, much to his embarrassment, he didn't want Brax to worry of think he was a wimp. Once Brax was sure the ambulance was coming he ran back to Casey, holding him close, "try stay awake Case" He whispered as Casey struggled to keep his eyes open, sick dribbling down himself, "dont worry we will get this all sorted," he whispered reassuringly, although he wasn't sure who he was trying to comfort, Casey or himself.

When he heard a knock at the door he budled Casey into his arms and let the paramedics in. Once they had done all they could for Casey at home they strapped him onto a stretcher, an IV and oxygen mask in tact and took him in the back of the ambulance, Brax was straight behind them and was told where to sit in the ambulance.

Brax was told to take a sit while Casey was rushed into a nearby room. He rubbed his hand over his face before holding his head in his hands. What was going on? How had this happened? So many questions were going through his head. Another was, where the hell was Heath? Sighing he pulled out his phone and called his other brother. After a few rings he was cut off, he tried twice more before leaving an angry voicemail, "Heath Braxton, I swear to god I'm gunna kill you! Where the hell are you? Your brothers in hospital and you were meant to be back ages ago. Call be back or even better get your ass down here!" he yelled, a bit too loudly for a hospital. Sinking into the chair he was on he sighed, he needed someone here, he was scared. He tired his mum, it went straight to voicemail. He decided he's call the one person he knew wouldn't let him down.

"Brax?" mumbled Ricky, half asleep, "Whats up its like… half 1 in the morning". Brax sighed relieved, he tried to talk but his words got caught in his throat, "Brax? Whats wrong, you're worrying me?"

"Ricky… I'm sorry to wake you up… but its… its Casey" He said, bowing his head back into his hands. "What? Whats happened, Brax?" Ricky replied hurriedly.

"We're in the hospital" he replied sounding defeated, "It was horrible Ricky, he was so out of it, so fragile" He finished, trying to hold back tears.

"Oh god! What can I do? Are you okay? Is Case okay?" She questioned, now fully awake.

"No i'm not and Casey definitely isnt. Could you please come?" He asked, slightly ashamed that he wasn't strong enough to handle this alone. "Sure, of course! I'll be there as soon as possible" she said before they hung up.

Brax still hadn't heard anything when Ricky arrived. "Whats going on?" she asked slightly breathless from the rush. "I havent a bloody clue" He said loudly, "These clowns won't tell me anything!" He said standing up, "My baby brother could be dying for all I know and they don't have the common decency to let me know what the hell is going on!" He shouted, kicking a chair. A few doctors and nurses gave him unimpressed stares whilst the security became a lot more alert then they had been previously. Ricky noticed this and gently took his arm and sat him back down, "I know you're worried, but causing a scene wont help anyone, they will tell us as soon as they know whats going on" She said in an attempt to reassure him. Although she knew there was nothing that would do that right now.

After waiting for another 15 minutes Heath cautiously walked in, seeing his brother and Ricky. He took a deep breath, "Im so sorry" he said. Brax looked up fiercely.

"Where the hell have you been Heath. For gods sake, do you not think I have enough to worry about" Brax yelled standing up, his teeth grinding slightly.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Sorry I was just you know, having a laugh. Is he okay?" Heath mumbled, looking down.

"Having a laugh! are you friggin kidding me. I called you 3 times and you cut me off. How can you be so selfish and stupid!" He yelled, yet again causing a scene.

"Ah shut up Brax, I'm here now. Golden boy will be okay anyway" He said, sulking slightly. He was obviously concerned for Casey but it was as though the attention was always on him, and he knew there was a good reason this time but he still couldn't help but resent him, which made him feel guilty as he knew Casey was in serious trouble.

"Brax, sit." Ricky demanded, "You boys need to be there for each other, not only for Casey's sake but for your own. So the pair of you cut it out." She snapped. The three of them sat there in silence.

"Mr. Braxton?" Dr. Walker addressed Brax.

"Yeah? What is it? Is he okay?" He asked standing up, the other two following suit.

"I'm afraid its quite serious" He said calmly, ushering them into a quiet room off to the side.

"What is it doc?" Heath cut in impatiently, he was anxious to know what was going on.

"Your brother really isn't very well. Due to the symptoms we suspect Leukaemia…" He began, pausing for a second whilst Brax punched the wall, swearing. Once Ricky had got him back in line Dr. Walker continued, "So we took some blood tests, which we should get back in the next couple of days. These will most likely confirm out suspicions. However, if he does in fact have Leukaemia it is most likely at a late stage, therefore instead of waiting for the blood test results we are going to go ahead with a lumbar puncture tomorrow to further assess if the cancer, if he has it that is, has spread to the nervous system". Both Braxtons had gone quiet.

"Okay so are you keeping him here? What are you actually doing for him now?" Ricky asked, trying to work out what was going on. "He is going to have to stay here as at the moment he is relying on an oxygen mask and also he was also incredibly dehydrated so he has an IV. He is not well enough to go home tonight, and we want to perform the lumber punture as soon as possible so he will most definitely be staying here tonight at the very least."

"Can we see him?" Brax croaked, not realising how dry his mouth is.

"Of course, he's asleep though".

Brax couldn't believe how small hit little brother looked in the big hospital bed and how pale he was, he was nearly as white as the bed sheets. Brax held his hand, Heath holding his other hand. They had to get through this, Brax thought, they just had to.