"Babe, please..you're doing to much. You need to rest or you won't get any better." Wally pushes you gently back in the bed as you try to get up. Being the protective, caring boyfriend he is, he won't let you leave this house while you're sick.

You sit up in the bed and cross your arms, "I said I'm fine, Walls. It's just a cold.."

"A cold? Just a cold? C'mon this has to be a fever or something. Either way, you still need to rest. You can't go out while you're sick." He grabs your hand, "Please? We can hang out or something. Or I can cook you something. Just sit down."