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 blanket flew off my body like a tornado had ripped it away. 


I groaned, eyes still closed, as I felt someone grab my ankles and tug me toward the edge of the bed. “Nooo,” I whined, kicking my legs weakly. 


“Time to move it, princess. We’ve got a long drive ahead!” Sam’s voice echoed through the room. 


I cracked one eye open to see his smirking face hovering over me. He looked way too chipper for this hour. 


“Not fair,” I mumbled, groggily rolling onto my side and hugging Dean’s pillow. 


Dean was still next to me, snoring lightly, one arm flopped across where I’d just been. Figures—he got to stay asleep while I was being yanked like laundry. 


I huffed, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stomped across the hallway to my own bedroom, eyes half-shut and hair sticking up in all directions. 


From there, I grabbed my clothes and headed into my bathroom. 


Grumble. Slam. The door shut behind me a little harder than I meant. 


Chapter 22. Road Trip to the City