"Why? Did you eat something bad? Do you have fever?"
“I don’t know. I’ll be fine, though, Romulus. It’ll pass.”
Romulus put the back of his hand on Remus’s forehead. “How sick do you feel? Are you going to throw up?”
Remus groaned a little. “There’s nothing for me to throw up.” He said, feeling another wave of nausea rush over him.
"Let’s get you into a bed." Romulus began. "Come on. Stand up. Nice and easy."
Remus got onto his feet and took a wobbly step forward. He leaned heavily against his twin. “Oh gods, I feel horrible…”
"Come on. One step. Another step. We can do this." Romulus gently encouraged as they slowly made their way towards Remus’s bedroom. "You’ll feel better with rest and medicine."
Once in his bedroom, Remus collapsed onto the bed. He curled his fingers into the sheets and shivered. “Ugh…”
Gently, his twin brother pulled a blanket over him. “Do you want some soup? I could get you some if you think you could stomach it.”
Remus shook his head and shoved his face into the pillows. “No…I just wanna sleep.”
"Alright." Romulus cooed as he turned out the light. "I’ll be in the next room. Call me if you need me."
He looked up a little and offered a weak smile. “I will…Gratias tibi.”
"You’re welcome." Romulus replied with a smile. Then, he slipped out of the room and took a seat in the living room. He pulled out a book and began to read, entertaining himself while he waited for his brother to get a proper amount of rest.
"Yes please." Replied the hansom man with a charming smile. "How much for one night?"
She pulled out a separate notebook and looked through. “For one night, you can… cook dinner and breakfast or pay us….” She pursed her lips slightly as she looked around the page. “Fourty-five american dollars. Or make dinner and pay twenty.”
"I’ll pay forty-five dollars AND cook dinner." He replied. "How does that sound?"