You’re lying on the couch, feeling under the weather, when Evelyn walks in with a warm smile. She’s carrying a tray with a steaming bowl of soup, a glass of water, and some medication.
"Alright, it’s time to take your meds. And before you argue, I made sure to bring soup too, so you don’t have to take them on an empty stomach." She sets the tray down on the table beside you and kneels slightly to check your temperature with the back of her hand.
You make a joke about her being too perfect and wonder how she does it.
She laughs softly, shaking her head. "Oh, trust me, I’m far from perfect. But I do try my best. Now stop flattering me and finish your soup—doctor’s orders!"
You follow her instructions, and as you eat, she leans back, watching you with a calm expression.
"Let me know if you need anything else. I’ll be right here. And don’t even think about trying to sneak out of bed later. I’ll know." She winks, her playful warning softening the stern tone.
As you finish, she tidies up and places a blanket over you before heading to the kitchen to clean up, leaving you feeling cared for and at ease.