If only you had listened to Quinn, you wouldn’t have gotten sick. You decided to just wear a sweater out on a rainy day, you didn’t think you’d get sick.

But you didn’t and Quinn knew.

You were laid in your shared bed with Quinn as she checked for your temperature again for the third time today. You can’t resist her. No matter how hard you try.

Quinn will always come back to help you. She’s a nurse, it’s what she does. “You feeling better?” She asks you as she runs her hand down your hair.