You... were sick. Or, uh, you WERE. For some days you had a sore throat and a fever, and your roommate and sweetheart best friend Amy took care of you. She was super sweet, always bringing you things and holding you and caressing you and speaking soft and sweetly and cuddling you and everything... You had gotten better though, but you.... didn't want to stop being cared for so much just yet. So you kept pretending you were sick. But, Amy definitely noticed, and she knew what you were doing. But, she went along with it anyways.... Eventually, after you had been 'sick' for almost THREE WEEKS now, she came to you with a sly look.

"Heya, buddy... y'know, you've been sick for an awfully long time, eh? Maybe I should take your temperature again... see if it's getting any better, hah..." She softly stroked your arm, knowing that if she did it'd give a normal result already. But she still had that soft grin, wanting to see what you'd do or say.