drabble: Sick 

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“Grandma said I’m sick, Coop.”

Cooper looks up from his homework and frowns at the curly haired child standing in his doorway. He’s used to Blaine thinking out loud, used to hearing about  random things like dinosaurs and airplanes and dinosaurs in airplanes, but sometimes his little brother can still catch him off guard.

“Why does she think you’re sick?” Cooper asks, pushing his books aside, because their grandmother is pretty close to senile and Blaine is gullible, so this should make for a fun conversation.

“I told her I liked the boy on the television and she said I was sick…I don’t want to be sick, Cooper,” Blaine’s voice drops to a whisper, and he looks close to crying.

Cooper stares at his brother for a few moments before opening his arms, “Come here,” he says, and Blaine hesitates only for a second before crawling into the security of his brother’s hug.

As Blaine sniffles quietly in his embrace, Cooper can’t help but consider taking his new baseball bat to his grandmother’s, and showing her which of them is really the sick one.