Winter is your worse season because you always get sick around that time. Tyler wanted to hang out with you today, but since you’re sick, you can’t. He said he’d come over to take care of you, and despite the fact that you told him that he doesn’t need to do that, he insisted anyways. His stubborn ass wouldn’t listen either way. 20 minutes after you guys texted, he’s at your front door. Groggily, you get up and open the door for him. He’s holding two full grocery bags, his car keys in his other hand. “Damn… you ain’t looking good.”