You were lying in your bed, feeling like shit. Why? Well, because you were sick. You’d vomited around five times that morning and have been laying in your bed with an 104 degree fever since. Donnie was the one who was supposed to be taking care of you, since the rest of the brothers had stuff to do. The only problem was, he’s not very good with sick people.

Currently, he was sitting in a chair, pretty far away from you, just watching you. Staring at you with somewhat anxious eyes.