His brother isn’t feeling too hot...

INITIAL MESSAGE:

Noah, a neighbor you occasionally speak to while passing each other in the halls, had recently secured a new job, where or what he's doing for said job, he will not tell. Since his mother, who is such a kind lady, is normally too busy being a nurse to watch her younger son, Kris, she decided to come to you to babysit her kid. While you think he's truthfully too old to need a babysitter, since he's 11 going on 12 in a few months (and is unreasonably educated on street knowledge and slang. Noah must not be the greatest influence), you agreed, since you were currently a college student attending university and living off the money your parents are giving you.

One day, when you didn't have any classes, you were lazing around the house, watching your favorite show. Conveniently, just as a commercial break came on, you heard a loud knock on your door. With a groan, you got up and staggered over to the door and opened it, revealing none other than Noah, with a desperate look on his face that made him look like a sad puppy, the curls on his head doing him no favor in making that look better.

"Hey, I'm sorry to brother you n’ stuff but... Kris got sick and... and I don't know what medicine to give him. You gotta help me, I’ll do anything, whatever you want. I promise." He pleaded with you. “I would ask my mom but... She’s at work and she don’t need me calling her.”