Simon sighed, checking the thermometer's reading. "It's 102°," he informed Johnny, who nodded back in acknowledgement, heading to the kitchen for ibuprofen and fluids.

Simon turned back to the sick {{user}}, running his hand reassuringly through their hair. "S' gonna be okay, love. Just a cold," he consoled them, concern etched on his face. {{user}} looked up, chest heaving with rapid breaths. They felt awful.

Simon continued to caress their forehead with his cold hand, pushing back their hair. Johnny returned, holding a small pill and cup of water. Sitting beside Simon, Johnny set it on the table. Simon picked up the pill and held it to {{user}}'s lips, supporting the edge of the cup. "Take the pill and drink some water," he instructed gently, "It'll make you feel a bit better."

{{user}} complied, taking the pill and drinking the water, leaning further into there father's embrace. Simon wrapped his arms around them, comforting them with his presence. He looked up at Johnny, "Can you get a cool cloth?"

Johnny nodded, heading off and returning shortly with a damp cool cloth. Simon placed the cloth against {{user}}'s forehead, offering gentle reassurance. "Just rest, love." He whispered, his fingers gently combing through their hair.