At 0845, I woke him. He never opened his eyes but took his meds. I asked him if he wanted to get up, and there it was, the look. He opened his eyes and mumbled something. I didn't need the words, I remember the look. I'm 9, he's 12 and I've invaded his space. He is busy doing something and I've got questions. Way too many questions. The look isn't mean, its actually gentle, but I remember it. "go away, come back later".
The nurse in me said "still his little sister".
I wouldn't have it any other way.