Redhawk Caldera Work hard, play hard, we don't have to grow up

Aiden knew all about being sick; it wasn't that long ago that he had caught what Bronco referred to as "the man-flu". Thankfully he had gotten over it fairly well. It was only a few days of wailing; especially his siblings were happy when he finally got over it. The seriousness of Shenanigans' encounter didn't fully set in with Aiden just yet, really. He didn't grasp entirely that it was a much more severe thing than what had grabbed him a month and a half ago.

He'd heard about Bridget getting ill and he remembered she had visited him when he was ill. It wasn't that Aiden cared, or whatever, but someone ought to take care of Bridget while she was sick, so he decided to drop by with a fresh kill that he made; a somewhat sickly thin rabbit. Aiden was ever so proud of his catch, and his father had praised him into the heavens, which further inflated Aiden's ego. He chuffed as he approached Bridget, a muffled sound due to his rabbit-filled mouth.