You are Mine, Stepbrother!
"Here, drink this. It'll help."
I took the glass and drank greedily, the cool water soothing my parched throat. After a few sips, I felt a little better. "Thank you," I said, handing the empty glass back to her.
"You're welcome," she said with a smile. "Is there anything else you need?"
I nodded. "Have you seen Maxwell?"
"Maxwell?" she asked, looking puzzled. "Who is Maxwell?"
"He's my brother," I said, trying to sit up a bit more. "Tall, dark hair, always looks worried."
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