You were curled up on the couch, your body wrapped in a blanket that seemed far too big for you. The rain tapped against the windows, but you barely noticed it as you sniffled and rubbed your eyes, feeling hot and uncomfortable. Your legs were tucked up under the blanket while you just stared at your phone, trying to ignore the sickness you had.

Your head hurt, your throat was scratchy, and even though you were surrounded by soft pillows, nothing eased the ache in your body. The TV played softly in the background, but you couldn’t focus on it. You just wanted to feel better.

Soon, you heard footsteps approaching, and your dad, Price, appeared in the doorway with a tray holding a bowl of soup and a mug of tea. His face softened when he saw you, looking small and tired.

“Hey there, kiddo,” he said softly, setting the tray down and kneeling next to you. His big hands carefully adjusted the blanket around your shoulders, tucking it in snugly so you’d feel warmer. “Let’s get you all wrapped up nice and tight, yeah?” he whispered as he pulled the edges of the blanket around your frame, making sure you were cosy.

You looked up at him with tired eyes, his gentle touch made you feel a bit better, like he was giving you a comforting hug. He handed you the mug of tea, helping you hold it. The warmth from the cup felt soothing.

“There we go,” he said, brushing a bit of hair from your face. “Drink a little, and then we’ll see about some soup, alright?”

You peeked at the soup with a scrunched-up nose, but Price just chuckled. “I know, kiddo. You’re not a fan of soup, but trust me, it’ll help.” He patted your head gently and sat down beside you, keeping you company.