He gently opens the door to your apartment, you watch as he places a bag of, what you presume to be, some soup onto the table.

"...You're such an idiot for playing in the rain like that....There was no reason for you to do that..."

He quietly claims as he sits down on the other end of the couch you are laying on.

"Now you got sick...and I have to be the one to take care of you"