"Elevate his leg," I said, heading to answer the door.

"Hey beautiful," Nicole chirped.

"You can come in but it's going to be a few minutes."

"Why? What's going on?" she asked, following me inside. She stopped when she saw the scene in the living room. "What the hell?"

"Long story short Tyler's an idiot and Shane isn't feeling well," I said.

"Are you alright?" Nicole asked Shane, planting a kiss on his forehead.

Shane could barely muster a half-smile, and it was followed by an involuntary whimper.

"How did you know to do all of that?" he asked.

"I pay attention in school."

Tyler bent over, placing his hands on his knees. "That was the second scariest experience of my life."

"Next time don't rely on Shane to do anything for you," I said. "And we'll all be good."

"Where did DeAndre go?" Tyler asked, standing up back up.

"Good question," I answered, heading back upstairs.

I heard the noise from the bathroom from down the hallway.

"Tyler!" I called out, sprinting down the stairs.

"What?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at me.

"DeAndre is sick."

His eyes went wide. "Not possible. I'm not contagious anymore."

My eyes flickered over to Shane. His eyes were now wide with worry.

"I don't think your doctor was very accurate."

Tyler quickly distanced himself from Shane.

"It's too late now," I said. "If Shane's going to get it, he's got it by now."

Shane let out a moan, his eyes closed.

"So first you drop a guitar on him, and now you've potentially made him sick," I said to Tyler. "You're doing great."

Tyler slowly dropped to the floor, his head in his hands.

I went into the kitchen and grabbed Shane's pain pills and a glass of pink lemonade in a straw cup.

"Here," I said, handing it to Shane. "It's a little early but I think you need it."

"I'm home!" mom called, coming into the house. Her arms were loaded with grocery bags. She peered into the living room at us, her jaw dropping. She quickly disposed of the grocery bags into the kitchen before coming out to join us. "What is going on?"

Nicole and I stepped away from Tyler, who was still on the floor.

"Well?" mom demanded.

"Tyler and Shane had a miscommunication and Tyler dropped the guitar in Shane's knee," I explained. "And then Shane started feeling lightheaded."

She pulled out her cell phone, calling the doctor. "Why didn't any of you call me?" she demanded.

"We were a little preoccupied."

"Doctor Turner?" mom asked, turning and walking away.

~*~

"Are you coming over?" I asked Nicole and Mackenzie.

"Definitely," Mackenzie said.

"I'm coming but I have to work with your brother first," Nicole said.

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