They were smothering you.

“Oh, my god... please, stop. I’m fine.” You groaned, swatting Grant's hand away as he pressed a damp cloth to your forehead.

From the moment your symptoms started, Grant and Griffin had been constantly fussing over you like your were an invalid. It was driving you crazy. One of them was wrapped around you at all times, while the other was doting on you.

Griffin tightened his arm around your waist, urging you to lay still and let Steve tend to you.

“I have the flu; I’m not dying...” You huffed, knowing it wasn't going to make a difference.

"Just let us take care of you, doll." Griffin murmured in your ear as Steve pressed the damp cloth to your forehead again.