Kevin came back from a two-week boys holiday to Tenerife; all of them bar Kev had flu-like illnesses whilst they were away but Kev apparently only started to feel unwell on the plane. He told his friend that he felt like he had been run over as his body really hurt.
A couple of hours after being back in the UK the sickness started so Mum collected him from his girlfriend's house and bought him home.
A visit to the doctor's resulted in him being sent home with gastric pills, an 18-year-old just home from Tenerife didn't raise any alarms, the doctor simply though he had overindulged. For some reason I left work early (I think I knew inside that something was wrong). When I got home Kev was burning up and was saying that his legs were really hurting. By now me and mum were really worried so I went straight back to the doctor and insisted that he see me as Kev was just too unwell - luckily he did and he then called an ambulance for a suspected 'Meningitis' case.
The ambulance men, the doctors and the nurses all thought Kev was a typical 18-year-old and had either taken some drugs or drunk too much on holiday. He was conscious and talking to us but felt very unwell. The sickness had stopped but the oxygen was helping his leg pain so he felt a little better.
Not long after I noticed a small flat purple splodge on Kev's hand, so I asked him if he had had any fights whilst away; he said he hadn't. Almost instantly another splodge appeared so I grabbed a passing doctor. She took one look and lots more doctors and nurses started appearing. We were ushered out where I found one doctor looking in a medical book of tropical diseases as they did not know what was wrong. This tipped me over the edge as by now I knew something was seriously wrong with my brother.