Natalie pov:
I woke up hearing Nate coughing up a lung. I switch the lamp on and I was horrified at what I saw. Nate was pale as a ghost with sweat flowing down his forehead and dark circles under his eyes.
"I'm fine, Natty. Go back to bed." he croak as he began to cough again.
He shot up and ran to the bathroom. My face curls up in disgust as I hear Nate. I walked into Sully's room.
"Sully?" I ask, shaking him.
"Huh? What is it, kid?" he asks as he sits up.
"Nate's sick." I say as Sully gets out of bed and walks to our room.
"I am not sick." Nate says in between shaky breaths.
"Right. So you just look that horrible everyday?" Sully asks.
Nate groans.
"We still got that job in Germany?" I ask Sully.
"Yeah, but it can wait since Nate's sick." Sully says.
"No, no. You two go on ahead. I'll be just fine here." Nate tries as he began to vomit again.
I turn my head to Sully.
"You go. I'll stay here and take care of Nathan." I say.
"You sure you can handle this, kid?" Sully asks as he glances at my twin.
"Sully, we've been taking care of each other long before anyone cared about us." I say.
Sully smirked.
"Who said I cared about you two?" I ask.
I chuckle.
"Not many people can handle kids. Especially twins who have a dark past." I say.
Sully nods.
"True" he says as he goes into his room and gets his bags.
"Are you positive you got this?"He asks me as he heads for the door.
I sighed.
"Yes, Sully." I say as Sully turns around and ruffles my hair.
"I can stay, you know." he says.
I shake my head.
"The client didn't seem like he's one that's going to take no for an answer." I say.
He opens the door and turns towards me.
"You know I'm only gonna be gone for a day or two, right?" he asks.
I nod.
"Yeah. I know you'll come back. I trust you." I say as Sully smiles.
"See ya soon." he says.
"Get well soon, Nate!" Sully yells.
Nate groaned in response. I shut the door and walked into the bathroom.
"C'mon, let's get you resting." I say as I lead him to the bed.
"Natty, this isn't where the T.V is." Nate says as I laugh.
"Right. What was I thinking?" I ask as Nate gave out a small chuckle.
"You wasn't." he says.
I rolled my eyes and took Nate to the couch in the living room. I gently laid him down and gave him the remote.
"Thanks, Natty." Nate says as I go and retrieve a pillow and blanket.
I put the pillow behind his head and put the blanket over him. I felt his forehead. As expected, it was burning up.
"Stay here." I order him as I go into the kitchen and put a washcloth under some cold water.
I squeezed any excess water out and folded it up into a rectangle. I walked back to the couch and gently laid it on his head. He seemed to relax more.
I walked back into the kitchen and took out a cooking pot. I got out one of the few cookbooks Sully had and I began to flip threw the pages. I found what I was looking for.
"Chicken noodle soup." I say to myself.
It's original, yes, but easy to make. If I had everything to make it, that is. I began to look through the cupboards.
"Nat, are you cooking?" I hear Nate ask in disbelief from the living room.
"Nate, hush. You need to rest." I scold.
"Yes, ma'am." he says.
I get all the ingredients and begin to cook. Once it was done, I got out two bowls and a ladle. I carefully poured some into a bowl, grabbed a spoon, and walked over to Nate.
"Here." I say gently as I help him sit up.
"I'm not that hungry." he says as he takes the bowl.
"Try to eat some of it. You need to keep something in your system." I say as I take the cloth of his head and go rinse it again.
When I came back, Nate had put the bowl on the table, laid back down, and went to sleep. After I ate, I looked at the clock. 10 o'clock. I yawn as I place the cloth back on Nathan's head. He seems to have eaten some of the soup and is resting good. I go and put the remaining soup into the fridge and leave a note for Sully. I ball myself up on the armchair. I could go to my bed but Nate might need something or his fever might spike. Besides, Sully will be home in a couple of hours anyway. I let my eyes close.
I was awakened by someone gently shaking my shoulder.
"Kid, wake up." I heard Sully's voice say as I open my eyes and sit up straight.
"Sully?" I ask as I stretched.
"Yeah. I just got back from Germany." he says as I yawned.
"How did it go?" I ask as I rubbed my eyes.
He nods.
"Successful. What were you doing sleeping on the chair? That thing will give you a bad crick in your neck." he asks as I shrug.
"Felt like it, I guess." I say as he goes into the kitchen and reads the note.
He laughed quietly.
"Okay, so you made soup and stayed close to your sick twin because you just felt like it?" he asks.
"Alright, you got me." I say, raising my hands slightly.
He smirks and shook his head.
"Go onto bed, Nat. No sense you sleeping in the living room when there's a bed in the next room." he says as I glance at Nate.
He did seem to be sleeping well. Sully put his hand on my shoulder.
"Nat, he's gonna be alright. Let him sleep it off. The last thing I need you both ill and cranky. You two bicker enough as it is." he says as I look at him.
"We do not bicker!" I say as he gives me a look.
"Okay, maybe a little." I say as I walk to my room.
"See you in the morning?" I ask.
He nods.
"Sure thing, kid." he says as I enter my room and shut the door.
Sully pov..
I sighed as I sat down in the chair and lit a cigar.
"I'm already sick and light one of those nasty things?" I heard Nate say as he woke up.
I chuckled.
"Stop your complaining. Seems like your sister took good care of you." I say as he nodded.
"Yeah. I learned something too. Don't question her if she's cooking. A mistake I'm not gonna make again." he says as he wiped his eyes.
"How you feeling?" I ask. "Better. Still feel like crap, but not as bad." he says as I stand.
"There any soup left?" I ask.
"Should be. Natty fixed a whole pot full." he states as I open the fridge and take out the pot.
"So I can see." I say as I take a bowl out of the cabinet, a spoon and ladle from the dishwasher, and put the food in the microwave.
I waited as it heated up.
It soon dinged and I carefully removed the hot bowl. I sat down at the table and began eating. Nate coughed as he turned on his side.
"Nat asleep?" he asks.
I nod as I swallow the spoonful of soup in my mouth.
"Yeah. When I came back, she was curled up on the chair." I say.
"Really? I figured she would have went to the bedroom." he says as I chuckle lightly.
"She was worried about you." I state. He looks at me.
"On the streets, getting sick could be he death of you." he says as I look at him.
He shakes his head.
"I'm going to bed." he says as he manages to get on his feet.
He sneezed as he cleared his throat.
"Night, Sully." he says.
"Night, Nate. Get well." I say as he laughed slightly.
"I got Nat as a doctor, I think I'm gonna be fine." he says as he disappeared into the dark room.
I soon finished my food and put the dirty dish in the sink. I stretched as I went to check on the twins. I peered inside as the hall light flooded the room. Nate was on his stomach, not as pale as he was when I left. I looked over at Natalie. She was on her side, facing the door. I chuckled as I shut the door. Those two knew how to take care of themselves and each other. I wondered about they're past, but I wasn't going to push it. They'll tell me whenever they're ready. I yawned as I rubbed the back of my neck. A nap doesn't sound to bad, actually. I went into my room and fell into the bed. A couple days later, Nate was his healthy self again.