Author's Note: Small drabble based off of the scene from last week's epi and the Owen RP on Twitter. I do not own Degrassi.

Kill For You

"What were you thinking?"

Tristan sighed and leaned back against the pillow – the uncomfortable pillow in the uncomfortable bed, and wished he was anywhere else but there. Of course it would have been Owen to arrive at the hospital first – not his mom, and not his dad…Owen. And of course, Owen would be pissed. When wasn't he pissed? Tristan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to keep the tears from spilling. He knew what he had done was stupid – very stupid – and he wasn't in the mood to be yelled at.

"I-I don't know," he stammered, "I thought I could try to lose weight. I found a cleanse online…"

"Do you know how dangerous those are?" Owen snapped, and ran a hand through his hair, hissing with frustration, "You had a heart attack, Tris! Sure, it was a minor one, but it still could have killed you! Do you know how dangerous it is to have a heart attack at your age?"

Owen saw his brother roll his head to the side and avoid is gaze. It drove Owen crazy, but he knew Tristan was upset enough as it was. He softened a bit and came closer to the bed.

"Look, you scared the hell out of me," Owen shook his head, "Do you know how scared I was when I got called out of class because you collapsed? And then to find out that it was a heart attack because you haven't been eating? Tristan, if you wanted to lose weight, you could have just come to me."

"Face it," Tristan rolled his eyes, "You never want to be around me."

"Not true," Owen inhaled sharply, realizing for the first time what he had done to his brother in isolating him, "I do want to be around you, Tristan. But face it, you can be a lot to handle some times; but that doesn't change the fact that you are my brother. How about I help set you up with a diet and exercise program so you can lose weight in a healthy way, alright?"

"You'd do that?"

"Of course. I can talk with coach and we can get your BMI and stuff and he can help me develop a diet program and work-out regimen for you; and if you want, you can even work out with me so you don't have to alone, alright?"

"Thank you," Tristan was taken back. He wasn't used to Owen being so nice to him, and he realized that what had happened must have really shaken him up for him to be acting like this.

"I just want you to be healthy, alright? And if you ever do something like this again, little brother, I'll put you right back here in the hospital myself."

He was smiling as he said it and Tristan couldn't help but smile back, "I wouldn't put it past you."

Owen reached out and ruffled Tristan's hair, "Come on, eat your potatoes."

"They taste like feet."

"Ah, I'm sure they're not that bad," Owen grabbed the spoon off Tristan's dinner tray and sampled a bite himself. He nearly spit them out as soon as he did, "Oh God…they do!'

"Told you," Tristan cocked an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at his lips.

"I'll talk to your doctor and see if I can bring you a chicken breast, broccoli, and some mashed potatoes from Little Mistakes."

"That much food?"

"Tris…it's healthy food. There's a difference between eating a lot of junk food, and eating a lot of healthy food. It's all about management. You don't want too much mashed potatoes – starches are good in small doses. But you do need a good amount of protein and a lot of veggies."

"I don't know if I can eat that yet," Tristan winced, the thought of food terrifying him.

"Alright, well, if you doc says I can we can share – how about that?"

"Thank you, Owen," Tristan said genuinely, "I really appreciate this."

"Of course. You're my brother, Tristan – I would die for you. I'll also kill you if you ever hurt yourself like this again though, got it?"

"Yes," Tristan nodded.

"Good. Now then, I'm off to go see about smuggling you some grub."