Taro had just turned to look at his brother and saw his face turn green. Panic bubbled throughout his entire body and before he knew it, he was right next to Jiro. "Are you okay? Are you going to throw up? Let's get you to the kitchen sink!" He half-shouted at his brother.

He then proceeded to push- no, more like carry his brother into the kitchen. Taro had wet a multitude of paper towels and began dabbing all over Jiro's face. "Are you feeling any better? Let me know if you need anything!"