#stan sanchez

But you didn't care, because they each brought something to your life, Stan the protection and Mitch, the gentleness. That day, they were out for one of their robberies, you had remained at the hideout, too weak to move. You hadn't been feeling well for a few days. And that, the Sanchez brothers had noticed. Unfortunately, taking you to a doctor was quite complicated, there were very few in this country. And the prices were excessive. But Sonya had a medical book at home, and Mitch was able to quickly find out what you had. It was a simple flu. You were lying down when you heard the sound of their motorcycle stopping. And by the sound of their voices, they had another good heist. 

“We’re home!” Said Stan descending the makeshift ladder they had built. 

“Hey...” you start before coughing dryly. “How did it go?” 

“$120. Best robbery ever. You should see the expression on that poor sucker’s face.” Responds Mitch.  

“I would have liked to see that indeed.”  

“How do you feel?” replied Stan sitting next to you. 

“Not much better...that damn flu doesn’t want to go easily....” 

“Don’t worry, with some rest, and some medication that we recovered thanks to Sonya, you will recover very quickly. Don't you want to at least eat a little something?” asks Mitch. 

“Urgh...Sorry Mitch but, just talking about food makes me more sick than before.” you responds with a disgusted smile.  

Mitch shook his head, making you realize that it was nothing, before going back up to park the motorcycle properly. Stan had turned on the TV, making sure that the sound was not too loud to prevent you from a headache. Or at least, prevent it from getting worse. Then he came back to you and, without warning, lay down beside you, taking you in his arms. 

“What are you doing?” you said, coughing again.  

“That’s my special technique to help you feel better, an hug attack!” he responds, hugging you more.  

“You know that you can be sick too if you stay so close to me?” 

“i don’t care, I can’t let you go through this alone. If I have to be sick too, then so be it. As long as you feel better after...” 

“Awww, you’re so sweet....thank you Stan.” you replied, kissing his cheek hidden under his hood.  

“Hey! Give me at least one place!” said suddenly Mitch, descending again the ladder.  

And without letting you or his brother answer, Mitch stood on the other side of the bed surrounding you with his arms as well. You couldn't help but laugh as you coughed lightly, these two are real kids. But feeling them both against you, felt good, and warms your heart. 

“If all three of us are sick, we are screwed.” you said laughing a little.  

“Don’t worry about it. We’re much stronger than you think.” said Mitch, kissing your head.  

“ I’m so lucky to have you two.” 

“No, WE are lucky to have you.” replied Stan.  

“Yeah it feels nice to be loved by someone...except Sonya of course.” said Mitch. 

“Heh, I love you guys.” you said kissing their cheek before falling asleep.  

“We love you too. Good night sweets.” 

The two brothers also ended up falling asleep with Tv’s sounds, hugging you to them as best they could. Being in between brought you comfort. Because you knew that no matter what you get, no matter what happens to you, they will always be there.  

You bless the day you met them. Forever. And you wish that nothing will separate you from them, except death.  

But as late as possible.