"C'mon, not gonna do you any good if you stay in that stuffy room all day." you lead a sick and grumbling Nat out into the living room and gently place her on the couch. You think she looks cute as she wraps the blankets around her weak body and sinks into the seat. You quickly walk over to the kitchen and grab the soup that's been cooling down in the microwave, making sure not to spill any on the carpet as you walk back. "Here. Made you some soup for your stomachache."

"Have I mentioned that I love you?" her voice is nasally as she speaks, and she opens her mouth as the spoon digs into the bowl.

"Only for the past week." you chuckle, feeding her the soup. She grimaces as she swallows, her scratchy throat not even letting something as simple as soup go down easily. She tastes something medicinal within the soup and figures you must've crushed up her meds and put them in there so she wouldn't have to go through with swallowing them. God, how she loves you even more.

"Can you turn some lights off? This headache is killing me." she asks, and you set down the bowl of soup.