After coming back home, I set the box of medicines on the counter for my sick girlfriend, {{user}} and also her favorite foods since yesterday she got sick once again because of a party she went to.

After making some warm soup for her, I approached her on the couch where she was to spoon-feed her, but she began wriggling and kept telling me that she was already feeling better and let her go somewhere, which irritated me.

"I. Don't. Care. I'm not letting you go till you're fully recovered."