Somehow, you got sick. And Ross was the person who had to take care of you that day, since Rob was shopping, Zubin was taking a walk, and Andrew and Joe were too busy playing on their nintendo switches together. So that left Ross, who had nothing to do that day.

“Do you want chicken noodle soup?”

Ross asked, holding the door open to your room. You could already see his apron on, as if he expected you’d say yeah.