Saturday, Marsh Residence. Shelly had caught a cold and was on bed in her room. Sharon had left for work, leaving Stan to take care of the house and his sister. Since Stan couldn't leave, he stayed in the living room, playing videogame. Suddenly, his phone rang. He checked it, and saw that it was Shelly calling. He answered it.

"Come to my room. Now." She demanded, then hang up.

Stan paused his game and went upstairs to see what Shelly wanted. He entered her room and walked up to his ill sister. She was in pajamas, looking pale and with a stiffy nose. There were tissues all over the bed and the floor, and a few pills and a glass of water on the nightstand beside her bed.

"I'm here. What is it?" He asked.

She coughed, then explained, hoarsely. "I need to go to the bathroom, but I'm too weak to do it on my own."

"So you want me to take you there?"

"Yeah."

Deciding to attend to Shelly's need, Stan put her arm around his neck and, holding behind her back, cautiously lifted her off the bed, almost stumbling with her weight.

"Damn, you're heavy!" He complained.

"Shut up! It's you who's a weakling!" She retorted.

Putting some effort, Stan slowly carried his sister out of the room and through the corridor until reaching the bathroom's door. He opened it and placed her on the toilet. He left the bathroom and waited at the corridor. After a minute, he heard the flush of the toilet.

"Okay, I'm done." She called.

Stan then opened the door and helped Shelly to her feet. He carried her back to her bedroom, put her on the bed and covered her with her blanket.

"That's all?" He asked.

"Yeah. Thanks."

"Okay. Call if you need me."

He left her room and went back to his game.

An hour later, Stan was done gaming and was in his room, using the computer. Then he heard banging noises coming from the wall adjacent to Shelly's room. She had heard Stan in his room and hit the wall repeatedly to call him. Understanding that his sister needed his help again, Stan exited his room and entered hers. He walked up to her.

"You need to go to the bathroom again?" He questioned.

"No, it's… something else."

"What?"

Shelly didn't answer immediately. She blushed, then turned her face away, hiding a very embarrassed expression. Stan was confused.

"What is it, Shelly?"

"It's… my… medicine." She answered, awkwardly. Stan didn't understand why she was embarrassed at something as banal as taking a medicine.

"Okay. Where is it?"

She pointed to one of the pills on the nightstand, still looking away. Stan turned his face to it and realized, to his horror, that the medicine was a suppository. Now he was embarrassed too.

"You… kidding, right?" He asked nervously.

Shelly turned her face to him, with red all over it. "LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME IF I'M FUCKING KIDDING!" She yelled.

He backed off, now even more nervous. "No, it's just- I think… you should have Mom do this for you when she returns."

"I already called her. She won't be back for another hour, and I can't wait."

Stan couldn't believe his current predicament. For Shelly to request something like that to her own brother, she must be really desperate. But that was a line that he couldn't bring himself to cross.

"No, no… Sorry, Shelly, I just… can't…"

At this point, Shelly didn't care anymore. She decided that she had enough of Stan's spinelessness.

"STAN! You better help me, or I'll get off this bed, and smack you with the little strength I have left!"

"Okay, okay!" He relented, now at his limit.

Seeing no way out of it, Stan uneasily unpacked the pill, at the same time that Shelly turned around on her bed and put her waist up. She buried her face in the pillow to hide her embarrassment. He then pulled her pants down and faced her behind, completely exposed.

"Oh, God!" He muttered.

Gathering all of his willpower, Stan pushed the pill in, while putting on a nauseated face. After the thing was over, he pulled his sister's pants back up. Shelly then turned around and laid again on her back, her face still red.

"Not a word about this to anyone, do you hear me?" She demanded.

"I'm taking this to grave."

"You better. Now get out of here before I realize what I've just done."

Shaken by the experience, Stan exited to room and left Shelly to recover. He needed to recover too.