From The Somewhat Perilous Plot of the Patriotic Mosquitoes
It was about 8:45 in the morning, and Brody Ingram was still sleeping. He was just recently in what could have been a serious car accident. He had to go to his internship the Monday after the accident happened, and that was very rough for him. He broke his hand and bruised his sternum, so he was in enough pain as it was. The first few days back at his internship were very long. It was the weekend again, and Brody was more than grateful to have this time off to catch up on sleep and have more time to recover. And his family knew and understood this situation. It was not a nice one for Brody. And it wasn't a nice one for Dawson, their oldest brother. He was also involved in the accident, but he was not hurt. Brody took the brunt of all the injuries.
When David, Brody's older Irish twin brother, went up to their room to check on Brody, he saw what he was expecting. Brody was still sleeping comfortably on his bed. He is normally a stomach sleeper, but it was still a little too painful to sleep that way. He was sleeping on his back, with his face covered in his blankets. David wasn't sure why his younger Irish twin brother would be cold. It could be his injuries talking.
David couldn't see Brody at all, so he assumed that he was underneath his covers. He looked very comfortable nonetheless. But David wanted to wake him up so he could enjoy the day. He couldn't stand Brody sleeping the whole day away.
"Morning, Brody," David said to his younger Irish twin brother.
"Morning," Brody replied in his sleep.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Is your chest still sore?" David asked.
"A little, but not too bad. The meds have been really good to me," Brody said even more sleepily.
"That's good to hear. So guess what?"
"Dad is making mostaccioli for breakfast again."
"That's pretty great."
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