Rocket sat upon his bed, rocking back and forth a little bit; the fever he was suffering from made him more jittery and nervous than normal. His twin had left him alone to rest up and get over the illness.
However, he wasn’t alone.
"I’m wo-worried about Rogue…he’s b-been becoming…"
"Conceited?" the figure in the shadows suggested.
Rocket nodded. ”F-Full of himself…ag-gain..”
"He never stopped. He’s always been as unstable as you, Lil’ R."
This made the sick twin look down sadly.
"Rogue has always wanted what’s best for you. But, me; I KNOW what’s best for you. But you know he wouldn’t think that. Lil’ R, I’m the only one you can trust completely. Not even Rogue. I’m looking out for the both of you, and I know what’s best.
Rocket nodded again, quietly.
"Now, you need to get over this fever, as it’s time is over. And you need to never squeal about me again." the only light in the room glanced off the shadowy figure, giving a small hint of a big, red "T".
"Okay, Brother." Rocket looked over his shoulder, the fever fading fast.
He was alone in the room.