Feverish heat tickles my fingers as my hand gently reaches up to touch his forehead. He's burning up, and frankly I'm worried about him, he's my brother, and he's truly sick. "Tris, I'm going to be sick again" he says to me,"OK Caleb, here" I say, placing a trashcan in front of him as he vomits his meager stomach contents, nothing comes up but clear liquid and bile. He weakly lifts his head to look at me, and I suddenly realize how ashen he looks, his dark brown eyes lacking their usual luster. "sissy, make it stop, it hurts" he begs me, he hasn't called me sissy in a long time, not since he was thirteen, so it tells me he must really be hurting. "Caleb, you want me to go get you some crushed ice" I ask him,"yeah, please" he says to me,"OK, lay down, I'll be right back" i say to him.

For as long as I can remember, every time Caleb's gotten sick he has always wanted crush ice, for whatever reason it helps settle his stomach, and he says it helps him cool down.

Going down the long twisting hallway I finally reach the kitchen, creaking open the door I realize someone else is already there, it's four. He' standing at the counter, head in his hands, a gentle sobbing sound filling the air. His blond brown hair is illuminated in the dark moonlight, trying not to scare him I come behind him and place my hand gently on his shoulder, he squirms away obviously startled by the sudden touch, "shit, oh Tris, sorry, i didn't know it was you" he says,"hey what's wrong" I ask, "nothing, I'll be OK"he says toughly, wiping the tears from his cheek with his thumb."Four don't lie to me, something is wrong, look at me" I say, taking his face in my hands, in the mellow light I can see a purple bruise forming underneath his eye and settling on his cheek bone. Without thinking my finger brushes against the bruise and he winces,"what happened" I ask, "Tris it's nothing really, i just was training because I couldn't sleep and the punching bag got me in the face" he says, "let me get you some ice, that will help the swelling go down" I say,"OK" he says. Grabbing the cool ice, I wrap it in a dishrag and gently put it on his face, he winces at first and pulls back but then he finds some sort of relief and relaxes into my touch. "Do you mind telling me what really happened" I ask, "no, it's nothing really, my dad just hit me, we were arguing and one thing led to another, I said some things, and he hit me with his fist, I'm use to it" he says,"that doesn't make it OK, he hurt you, bad"i say, "Tris really don't worry about it, let it be, I need to go to bed anyways, I'll talk to you about it in the morning", "Don't be trying me Four, i'll expect to hear from you in the morning" I say, "alright" he says in defeat.

The last image I see of him is him walking out the door, obviously disgruntled, I turn around and I go to the freezer suddenly remembering why I came here in the first place. I grab the ice and put it in a cup, I add a little bit of water, then I leave. I once again wander down the long hallways until I find my bedroom and go in. Caleb's still on the bed, but he's asleep now, sweat beading down his forehead and also soaking his honey colored hair. "Caleb, I got your ice, but I need to take your temperature first OK"I ask gently waking him up, "OK sissy" he says hoarsely, sitting up slowly and leaning against the head board. Without me asking he opens his mouth and I take his temperature,104 the screen reads, "shit Caleb that's not good, I'll go ahead and give you your ice but I need to get you in the shower" I say, "no sissy, please don't, I don't want you to see me" he says trailing off, "see you what, naked"I ask, he nods, "it's alright I've seen it all before, if you want me to,I'll stand outside of the shower and I'll only be there to help you dry off" I say, he nods again. Helping him gently off of the bed we make it to the bathroom and I sit him on the edge of the tub, I help him get undressed and then I start the water. He looks really weak and I don't think he's going to be able to stand on his own, but somehow he manages to get under the water and he lets it cascade over his body. He shudders at first but then relaxes and I let him stay there for awhile and when he's ready I help him get out.

I wrap the towel around and I dry him off, then I let him get into his new pajamas. I take his temperature after this and it's gone down considerably, it's now 102, down 2 degrees. I help him back to my bed and I give him some more ice, once I'm sure he's settled I decide to go check on Four. When I get to Four's room I open the door, and I realize that maybe just maybe he's not OK. He's laying on his bed, shirt off, tan skin exposed, chest rising gently up and down, nothing seems wrong at first. But then I approach him and I see blood trickling down his back. "Damn, Four wake up" I say reaching up and turning on the light, "what the, oh Tris, why are you here" he asks, "I'm worried about you, your bleeding somewhere, let me take a look" I say. Without question he sits up and leans towards me, now with the light I can see why he's bleeding, there's a cut that's running down the length of his lower spine, and I wonder how I didn't notice it before. "Shh, let me get a wash cloth and I'll clean it up" I say. I do clean it up and soon enough he falls asleep with his head against my chest, I can't go anywhere now, so I fall into a well deserved sleep.