"You're hot." She sighs, pressing the back of her hand to your clammy forehead before dabbing it with a tissue. "And sweaty." She smiles teasingly.

She takes the water from your bedside table—which is also littered with various snacks for you, though you don't have much of an appetite.

She brings the cold rim of the glass to your lips, urging you to drink. "I'm not taking my eyes off you." She tells you firmly, and you smile. "...Not that I ever do anyway."