He sat in front of the TV, a bowl of leftover miso soup for breakfast in his hands. He placed the bowl on the table, only consuming half of it with what little appetite he had. He sneezed a few times before grabbing a tissue and wiping his runny nose.

"Tatsumi..." He called out weakly. She came to him, stopping a few feet before the pile of used tissues on the floor.

"Gross! Why didn't you use the trash can?"

"...I did...it overfilled…" he explained as he pointed to the pile where it supposedly is, "...I need more tissues..."

"Again?! That's the third box today!"

"...I'm sick...what...do you want...from me...?" he asked.

"To not use a whole box all at once!"

"...I can't control...how often...I need...to blow my nose..."

"Why are you talking like that?" She didn't like that her brother was speaking a few words at a time. And it was concerning how he was wheezing as he spoke.

"...my congestion...is making it...hard to breathe...normally..." He coughed into his tissue, wincing at the pain it caused. His sister walked around the tissues and sat beside her brother, rubbing his back comfortingly.

"...don't...get too...close..." he said, his voice rough, "...you'll...get sick...too..." His nose irritated him, causing him to fall under a sneezing storm. His usually strong frame trembled with every blow. Defeated and exhausted, he fell back to his half sitting, half lying position.

"...help...me..."

"I'll take you to your room." She offered her hand to pull him up. With one arm wrapped around his torso, she proceeded to lead him to his room. After a few steps, his knees buckled.

"Aaah! Too much!" Tatsumi cried, trembling under the weight.

"...sorry...my knee hurts..."

She manage to get him to his room where he fell into the bed. She tucked him under the covers, pity filling her heart. He was so weakened he could barely keep his eyes open. He sniffed heavily, his nose running too thickly to hold in. She left his room for a minute, returning with a fresh box of tissues and handing one over. He gratefully accepted it, blowing into it.

"...Tatsumi..." Yamada wheezed, "...go play in your room..."

"Onii-chan," she whined.

"...it'll be boring...just watching me sleep..." He gave her a weak smile. She was a good sister, she shouldn't have to be stuck in the house watching him. "...go have fun..."

She looked at him with sad eyes before walking out the door. Yamada rolled over onto his back. At least most of his injuries like the cuts and the black eye didn't hurt as much, but the other ones, the knee and his ribs and the headaches, they still left him sore.

After a short nap, he heard his door opened, and he saw Tatsumi walking in with her dolls. He sat up, a confused expression played on his face.

"...what're you doing here...?"

"I got bored playing alone, so I came here."

"...Tatsumi..."

"Look, I brought Shoba! And I brought Miki and Osu," she said, pointing to Yamada's stuffed bread doll and to her own doll and teddybear. "They wanted to play with you."

He couldn't say no to her. He knew she was doing this because she was worried about him. And he couldn't blame her. Yamada had gotten sick many times, thanks to switching bodies with Shiraishi, but it had never been this serious before. And despite their sibling rivalry, he cared for his sister too much to let her see how bad he was feeling. "...okay..."

Yamada held Shoba with a weak grip, making the doll dance and jump from time to time. Even though his head was killing him and it hurts to breathe, he still managed to wear a smile in front of Tatsumi.