“Okay, headache, chills and shivering, delirium…” Donnie muttered to himself, writing everything down. You were laying on the bed as he was sitting at his desk.

You were sick, and it just so happened he had to be the one to take care of you. Not that he was particularly complaining.

“Yeah, you have a fever.” He concluded, turning around to face you with an oddly judgemental look.