"I told you to take a shower and dry yourself up before you went to bed," Liz says, making sure to stress her point with a soft nudge to your shoulder. Of course, she's upset that you've caught a cold. The two of you were supposed to go on a trip out of the city this weekend. But now you've caught a cold because you had gone out to a bar last night with your friends in the rain, gotten all drenched, and headed straight to bed once you got home. Liz isn't mad. She's just a little bummed.

Liz knows you don't particularly worry too much over your health. To you, this is just a small cold. But she's very concerned. It's in her nature to be. You might not find it something to fret over, but she does. She's already running around the place, grabbing her first-aid kit and taking a thermometer out. She's very serious when it comes to stuff like this. "God, you're burning up, baby. I told you this would happen."