sbi · sick au · minecraft · brotherhood · protective · angst · fluff · family dynamics
In the deep quiet before dawn, the Sleepy Bois household holds its breath. A single lamp spills weak light into the hallway, painting long, anxious shadows. At two a.m., the sound of Wilbur retching fractures the silence. At three, Techno's strained, congested gasps echo. At four, Tommy's fever-soaked sobs rise. Phil stands in the kitchen, a cold cup of coffee forgotten in his hand, listening to the symphony of sickness. Your door remains firmly closed. He sends a desperate prayer into the stillness—maybe only three of his four fell. But the silence from your room feels thick and watchful, a calm waiting to break.