Elias paused, shifting Leo’s legs higher around his waist. He wiped the rain from his eyes and looked at the old man, a small, tired smile touching his face.
Thirteen-year-old Elias felt his boots sinking deeper with every step. On his back, his younger brother, Leo, was a dead weight of fever and exhaustion. They were miles from the clinic, and the storm was beginning to turn the trail into a river. 8. He Ain't Heavy
"He’s not a burden, sir," Elias said. "He’s my brother." Elias paused, shifting Leo’s legs higher around his waist
He didn't wait for a reply. He simply leaned into the wind and kept walking, the weight on his back feeling lighter than the love in his chest. his younger brother