"Does that happen a lot?" asked Liz. She knew how close the brothers were and how they ended up at the hospital. But even though they were recognizably different, she couldn't imagine one without the other.
And if she had any doubt of that before, his last statement made it clear. Sometimes it felt like the two were attached. Nodding in understanding, she said, "Then make him go with you. He's immune, he can take it."
She absent-mindedly swung her legs a little over the edge, enjoying the small feeling of lightness beneath her. "And take me with you," she added, hoping she wouldn't get left behind. The brothers were close. They had the advantage of being related and time together. Liz was an outsider. Sometimes she worried she had just inserted herself into their lives.