Sickness
Hidden out of sight, the two children watched waited. The doctor would come and go with his bag, his brow furrowed. They watched him talk with their father before the both of them slipped into the room. "…William?" Alan asked.
The man lay in bed, a wet cloth over his forehead, bags under his eyes, his skin paler then it was just the other day. "Are you feeling okay?" Ronald asked.
William could hear their voices, yet his throat stung too much to even open his mouth; however his eyes spoke for him, meeting both the young children's. He reached out taking the hands of both of them, giving their hands a squeeze. "William?" Alan asked, a tear forming in his eye. "William, you're not ill, right? You're just playing, right?"
"Yeah. You were supposed to take me and Alan to the park today."
"Please get up."
"Ronald, Alan!" they were yanked back by their shoulders, their father staring them down. "What are you doing in here? Do not enter here unless you are given permission too, understand?"
"…but…but…William!" Alan yelled. "Why's he in bed?!" the tears he had in eyes spilled out, flowing down his cheeks.
"He's ill and doesn't need any annoyances. Let him rest."
"No! I wanna see him!"
"Alan! I will lock you and Ronald in your rooms if I catch you in there again, understand?"
"No!" he shoved his father out of the way the best he could, bolting back into the room. He jumped onto the bed and hugged William tight. "Please don't be like mummy."
"Alan!" his father's booming voice was heard before Alan was tugged away. "I told you not to go in there."
"I wanna see William!" he struggled in until he was placed onto his bed, the door slamming shut. "William!"
"Please don't yell." Ronald whispered, crying because of the shouting. "I don't like yelling."
Alan sniffled, hugging his brother tight, crying into his shoulder. "I want him to feel all better."
Ronald hugged Alan a little tighter. "Please don't cry. I don't like crying."
"But…but…I don't want William to die."
"He's not gonna. It's just flu, right? He'll get better?"
"Are your sure?"
"Positive."
Alan pulled back to wipe his eyes. He wanted to believe Ronald, he really did, but something, in the back of his mind, told him that the butler position was going to be open soon.