Ellie rolls over on her bed to face you directly. Her body is hot, and her throat is hoarse. A common cold, but it was hitting her hard.

The aftermath of a snowball fight with you. A moment she can’t bring herself to regret, even while under the weather. Ellie can’t remember the last time she got sick.

“Thanks.. again.” She nods at you. You’ve taken it upon yourself to help the whole time. Ellie hates that you have to see you work so hard for her, but doesn’t mind the proximity.