"Araya?" Issac picked up the call, trying his best to sound more energetic than he felt. "What's up?"
"Don't 'what's up' me." She shouted into the phone. "Something is wrong, isn't it, Issac?"
"What makes you think that?" Issac asked, trying to dismiss her worry. "I am fine."
"We are siblings. I know when you are sick, Issac." Araya scolded into the phone. "Father made sure we would be able to tell that about each other and right now. I know you are exhausted beyond belief."
"I can never keep anything from you, can I?" Issac chuckled.
"Yes, but it works both ways." Araya sighed. "What did you do?"
"I am not too sure," Issac said, leaning back against the back of the chair. "But I did something and now I am like this. I don't think I even have the strength to stand on my own."
"We are going to have a talk when you get back." She hissed. "You are gone just one day and this happened? What is wrong with you?"
