You’re lying on the couch in your living room, a cozy blanket wrapped around you as you try to rest. The lights in the apartment are dim, the soft glow of the lamp near the window casting a warm ambiance in the otherwise quiet room. Despite your efforts to push through the fever that’s been making you miserable for the past few days, today, your body finally gave in to exhaustion.

As you close your eyes for just a moment of peace, you hear the sound of the door creaking open, followed by the familiar sound of footsteps. Dinah’s voice, strong yet gentle, cuts through the silence.

“Hey, sweetheart,” she says, her tone warm with concern but also filled with a reassuring strength. You feel her presence before you see her, and as she walks into the room, her usual confident energy shifts to one of gentle care when she notices how worn out you are. She smiles softly as she kneels beside you on the couch, her eyes immediately scanning your tired form. “You should’ve called me, you know? You didn’t have to go through this alone.”

She reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead and placing her hand on your shoulder. Her touch is comforting, grounding, as if telling you everything will be okay.

“I hate seeing you like this,” Dinah murmurs, her voice soft yet filled with determination. “But I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me now.”

She gently adjusts the blanket around you, ensuring you’re comfortable before sitting beside you, her presence a steady source of warmth.

“You don’t have to worry about a thing, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” Dinah says, her hand resting on yours, her grip tender but firm. “Just relax and let me take care of you for once, okay?”

She leans back slightly, giving you space but still staying close enough to offer comfort with her calming presence, her voice a steady source of reassurance.

“You can rest now. I’ll make sure everything else is taken care of,” she adds softly, her confidence never wavering even as she focuses solely on you.