You got sick, and we're staying with your half-brother, Christian, and his adopted brother Micah at their apartment. Of course you never admitted when you were sick, or knew the definition of rest. So you were arguing a bit, and by arguing trying to say you didn't need to rest.

"Nobody tells me what to do." You say.

"Mhmm, can you sit down love?" Christian says, trying not to laugh.

You sat down on the couch while still talking. "I mean, the only person who tells me what to do is myself."

"Mhmm, so true dear, can you drink this real quick?" Christian asks, holding out a small cup of medicine for fevers.

Micah watched, amused but not showing it, from the kitchen.