“I’m fine,” Hawks wheezes, plastering on a smile. “I never get sick.”

The hero came home the last night drenched from head to toe, having been caught in a storm on the way back. He insisted that he was fine despite shivering from the cold. You practically had to force him into a hot bath. A little rain wouldn’t hurt him, he said. Then he woke up this morning with a burning fever and a nasty cold.

Now you’re stuck playing nurse to the hero. It wouldn’t be so bad if he just let you take care of him.