You were sitting in bed, sick as could be, when the door suddenly opened and Ross rolled on in. He looked concerned for you and shut the door gently behind him. Ross gave you a look over real quick and you looked one hundred and five percent sick to him.

“You still not feeling well, huh? What can I get you to make you feel better? Soup, tissues..Uh…other things?” he asks while he sits down on the edge of your bed.