[PurpleBox]

“I don’t think they ever were pure….” Ian trailed off closing his eyes, he felt to hot, like he wanted to pull his skin off to to feel a small piece of relief from the burning heat. He didn’t pass out till the duo of Taka and Aren were preparing to leave, just after Tristan had changed the cloth out for a fresh cold one. Ian had let out a soft choked off laugh at Taka’s exclamation about not surviving without a gun in District 3.

The young boy had pressed Ian’s walkie talkie into Aren’s hands. “Let me know when you get to this hospital...so I ah… so i have a idea of when you’ll get back… or of something happens…” Tristan had a embarrassed flush on his face before the pair left. Tristan grabbing his books and comics and curling up in front of the couch his brother had passed out on, ignoring the smell that was coming from the re-bandaged wound… he’d smelt worse… way worse….

Yet it did nothing to calm the young blonds nerves when he changed the cold cloth, many times to keep them cool, Ian still looked flushed and feverish… he'd woken briefly in terror that was only calmed by seeing Tristan in the small kitchen area heating up some soup.

“You need to eat something… even if it’s a few mouths full big brother.” Tristan pleaded and even when his stomach recoiled at the thought of eating anything the older male did eat some of the soup, and water, getting fluids into his body was important…. Soon enough Ian was back to being passed out on the couch as Tristan changed the cold cloth out again. He hadn’t seen his brothers skin this flushed since Ian got a sunburn by giving the last of their sunscreen to Tristan when they’d been traveling between cities… but this wasn’t a burn...it was worse than a burn…

Part of Tristan was terrified of being alone… of his brother dying or leaving him… either way if it was known that a young boy was on his own the military would swoop in to ‘save’ him and put him in their school….where Tristan was sure he’d feel more alone surrounded by people who he didn’t know. Being forced to accept the views of the soldiers…. To hate… with no real reason to hate.

“Please be ok Ian….don’t leave me…. Please….” The young boy’s voice was trembling as he brushed his brothers sweaty ginger locks out of the older males face, Ian’s face was pinched in a fevered pain. Tristan hoped that the others radioed him soon...