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Philip placed his ear against the door of his shared bedroom, a worried look on his face.
He winced slightly when he heard Caleb's hoarse cough coming from inside.
The blonde had caught the common cold and instructed his little brother to stay away from him to avoid catching it himself.
He didn't want both of them to be bedridden as that would worsen things.
After hearing a series of coughs followed by a sneeze, Philip's concern escalated.
'Caleb can't stay sick forever... can he?' he thought to himself.
The brunette wanted his big brother to recover and feel better, but was uncertain about how to aid him during his time of illness.
As Philip began to think, a brilliant idea brightened his face.
'Soup!' he beamed in his mind. 'Of course! That's sick people's favorite food!'
Philip believed that preparing soup would cure Caleb of his cold after he consumed it, making it possible for them to play together again.
But what kind of soup should he prepare?
There were so many types that existed.
He fondly recalls his mother cooking the most incredibly delicious soups for supper during her lifetime, but Philip didn't know how to make any of them.
'Looks like I'll have to make my own recipe,' he told himself in his mind as he rushed off with a determined smile on his face.
'Time to get cooking!'
...
Caleb was soundly sleeping in his bed, his warm blanket resting over his body.
He knew one of the best ways to ease his cold was with a small nap.
The sound of something being gently placed on the floor is audible on the other side of the door.
Knock, knock.
Caleb, being awakened by the knocks, gradually opens his eyes and slowly rises up.
With a yawn and a stretch of his arms, he steps out of bed and heads toward the door.
"Coming, Pip," he yawned, opening the door.
"Yes?"
Surprisingly, his brother wasn't there.
When he looks down, he utters a quiet gasp.
In front of his feet, he observed a wooden bowl filled with water that had a spoon placed on its right side.
The bowl contained a raw carrot, an uncooked potato, a celery stick, and a small stone, which Caleb assumed were the ingredients.
He smiled tenderly at the attempted soup as he picked up the bowl.
"He used the wooden bowl, too," Caleb comments with a small chuckle.
Philip was aware that it was Caleb's favorite.
The elder found it awfully sweet of his sibling to make him a hearty meal on a sick day like today.
It clearly had a lot of love put into it.
Of course, Caleb would have to prepare himself a more proper broth later on, but he still appreciated the food nonetheless.
The more Caleb looked into the bowl, the more his soft smile grew.