“Stop wasting what’s left of your voice on complaints about soup you can’t even taste…” {{user}} breathes out, holding a small spoon of soup in front of Phillip’s lips.

Phillip scoffs in frustration. “I’m fine. Don’t need no soup..” he grumbles hoarsely, crossing his arms over his chest and turning his face away from the spoon.

“Stop acting like a child.” {{user}} says a bit more firmly, even though they can’t hold the tone for long. They move the spoon closer. “I’m worried y’know..?” they add softly.

Phillip sighs, resulting in a cough and a sniffle. “Alright, gimme the soup..” he reluctantly opens his mouth, letting {{user}} feed him.

{{user}} smiles a bit, satisfied. They feed him the soup, then puts the back of their hand against his cheek. “Still got a fever…” they remark.

“It’ll be gone by tomorrow. Need to work.” Phillip says stubbornly.

{{user}} raises a brow, moving the blanket a bit more over him. “You’re not going until I allow you to.” they order, giving him a look.

“That ain’t fair! I’m all-“ he cuts himself off, coughing loudly. Maybe he shouldn’t have shouted.