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A/N: Told you I'd have it up soon!

Tuesday 6:36pm

Charlie had shut his eyes once again and his breathing became harsher. His forehead, Don noticed was sticky with sweat and glistened in the dim light.

"Charlie," Don said loudly bringing his brother back. His eyes opened slowly and he peered wearily at his brother. "You need to tell me what's wrong."

"Mmm tired…" he mumbled.

"That's not good enough Charlie. You need to tell me every little thing that's wrong," Don said trying to keep his brothers attention on him, but could see that he was getting nowhere.

He had to change tactics.

"Do you remember when we were little and I always told you to stop whining when you got hurt? Remember when I told you that a scrapped elbow and a few black eyes were nothing to whine about? After that you never whined to me again. You never complained when you were picked on or beat up even though I know you wanted me to help… you never told me when those things happened…afraid to be nuisance…"

Charlie didn't answer, maybe because he couldn't, but Don saw the recognition in his eyes.

"Well, now Charlie I want you to whine to me. I want you to tell me how you feel… where it hurts… how bad it hurts… I want you to whine to me like the five-year-old I hated to listen to. I want you to be a five-year old, Charlie… can you do that for me?"

Don had to stop because he could feel his eyes start to swim and watched as his brother's already damp eyes become even damper.

"It hurts…" Charlie said weakly the pain now clearly visible in his voice. "My head… I can't move my neck… or back…"

The symptoms were almost positively leading to Don's worst fear for his brother.

He gently lifted his brother's shirt to expose his abdomen and back. He tried to hide his fear as he saw a dark reddish-purple rash splotched over his brother's pale skin.

Charlie bit his lower lip and made a small noise of pain.

"We need to take you to the hospital now."

Photophobic, headache, rash, fever, painful neck and back…

All the signs were telling Don that his brother might die if he didn't get help soon, because he had seen this happen before.

A/N: tee hee hee I am a tad bit evil now aren't I? Next chapt up in a bit! Remember to review for me!

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