It was obvious you were sick. Like— really obvious. You’ve been coughing, sneezing, and dry heaving for a couple of days now, and Raphael was not having it.

“Nope. Sit back down,” he bluntly ordered, glaring down at you as if you were an idiot, and tossed some random Space Heroes blanket to you, “I’m making soup. Don’t move, I already have a bucket next to the couch in case if you throw up.. again.”