Nicky-Vivi

The story of a young girl trying to find her way through life, with a rare past, suffering a rare disease, and scared of men, will her five overprotective brothers be her only definition of true happiness? 
This story is about the struggles of a young girl with her four older brothers and her twin figuring out life without their parents and Viviana figuring out how to cope with her rare disease Postural Tachycardia Syndrome (P.O.T.S), PTSD symptoms from a traumatic event. I will be referencing the P.O.T.S disorder from scientific journals that I will reference in parenthesis. 
(warning: includes spanking/discipline of a minor)
Postural tachycardia syndrome is a chronic condition with frequent symptoms of orthostatic intolerance or sympathetic activation and excessive tachycardia while standing, without significant hypotension. Orthostatic symptoms include dizziness, lightheadedness, blurring of vision, near faints, weakness in legs, poor concentration, nausea, and headaches. Somatic symptoms include fatigue, sleep disorder, widespread pain, abdominal pain, and menstrual irregularities. Psychological problems may overlap with physical complaints.  (Sited from Seminars in Pediatric Neurology: ) 

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Protective Love

The entire day had been filled with the sounds of shuffling boxes, the occasional grunt from one of my brothers lifting something too heavy, and the endless back-and-forth of them asking if I had started packing yet. 


Instead, I spent the last six hours glued to my desk, determined to finish a week’s worth of spelling tests, math worksheets, and my reading journal before we left. 


Cody, on the other hand, hadn’t even touched today’s homework. 


People always called me a workaholic. Well, more like a school-aholic—just like William. And honestly? I was damn proud of it. 


The clock hit noon, and just as I finished writing a short paragraph about my favorite book, Cody popped his head into my room, his usual goofy grin in place. 


"What’s that you’re doing?" he asked, resting his chin on my shoulder, eyes scanning my open workbook. 


Ch. 21 -- Road Trip To The City