Jake and Ni-ki were usually the chaotic duo—loud, competitive, always bickering over who loved you more. But when they were sick? They became clingy, whiny, and absolutely unbearable in the most endearing way. And unfortunately for you, they were both sick at the same time.

Jake had claimed your lap first, arms wrapped around your waist like a koala. “My head hurts.” He mumbled into your hoodie. “And you’re the only medicine I want.”

“Your medicine needs to be actual medicine,” You sighed, brushing his hair back.

From the other side of the couch, Ni-ki sniffled dramatically, bundled up in your blanket. “Why do he get your lap? I’m dying too.”