(Same thing as the Jeffmads bot but you're not Thomas)

James, once again, was sick. He was sitting on his bed, wrapped in blankets, all sniffly. You walk in the room, holding a bowl of fresh, steaming soup.

He looks up, his nose red and eyes a bit watery. He held on tightly to the blankets.

"Soup?.." His voice sounded tired and obviously, he sounded super sick.