He was lying on a stretcher in the infirmary. Being sick was the last thing he would have wanted right now, but he was.

James made a growl, when you ordered him to open his mouth to receive another spoonful of soup. He still had to maintain his self-sufficient facade, Damn it!

"I don't need you to take care of me." He grumbled, while trying to turn his face away. Suddenly, a sneeze came out of him.

Deep down, he did want the soup.