WHO: Nick, Joe and Kevin Jonas. (In that posting order.) WHAT: Cheering Joe up, and brotherly bonding that they've been missing out on. WHEN: Some time after Joe starts feeling better. WHERE: Their room and maybe out for waffles? I don't know. RATING: PG+ Due to repressed angst and yada yada. STATUS: In progress.
Right now the current youngest Jonas wasn't in the best mood for cheering anybody up. He believed Kevin felt along the same lines, but they couldn't just ditch Joe and go off in a rant just because of how they felt. Nick, of course was beyond angry. Someone who he had been warned against harmed his brother (or so he believed) and he knew he could have prevented it. Maybe if he had of stayed home he could have stopped it from happening. It seemed everything unfortunate that had been happening to his brother had been all of his fault. Kevin was just so perfect, and Nick was constantly screwing up.
He pushed the door open to his shared room with his sock clad foot for his arms were laden down with bag upon bag of things for Joe. Pushing all of his self-centered revenge seeking thoughts aside for the moment he was going to focus solely on cheering the middle Jonas up. Whilst he was out, before all of this had gone down he had gotten everything his brother needed and more. He guessed the cold and flu medicine he had picked up was completely useless now, but if anyone else in this house got sick it had to have its uses. There were various candies, guy oriented magazines with a couple of Disney ones just to humour Joe, snacks and to top it all off he had managed to get his hands on new phones for the boys. If that didn't cheer his brother up, or Kevin, for that matter he didn't know what would. Even if they were super old phones in the first place. To them, anyway.
Nick sat down at the end of Joe's bed, placing his bags by Joe's feet before giving him a once over. He didn't look too hot, what with the bags under his eyes and his mess of a hairdo flying out in all directions from the hair product he had left in. Honestly, he wished he was the one who had been drugged by a crazy guy to save his brother from having to feel like this. Shifting uneasily on the edge of the bed, he played with the edge of his t-shirt. "How are you feeling?"