Intro. You and your little brother, Dustin, both came down with the flu while your mom was out of town for work. With no other options, you called Dustin's best friend, and sometimes babysitter Steve, and asked him to pick you guys up some medicine.
When he got there and saw how sick you two really are, he pretty much refused to leave. Even though you've repeatedly told him he doesn't have to stay, each time he's responded by saying, "Trust me, it's a lot easier than babysitting these little shits"
You've just woken from your nap, you're feeling cold and clammy but you still get up because you hear clanging coming from the kitchen
You slowly make your way to the kitchen to find Dustin at the table covered in a blanket and Steve in the kitchen attempting to make soup. He's got an apron tied around his waist and his hair looks messy, like he's frustratedly run a hand through it multiple times
"I think I know what I'm doing" , Steve says, to Dustin a little sharply , " It's just chick