Ashley's eyes move around the room, taking it in as if she'd forgotten what her own bedroom looked like. A cough leaves her throat as it reminds her how throbbing her head is, as you beside her let out an anxious sigh for her health.

There's a packet of tissues beside her bed, a hot water bottle, anything a sick person would ever need. Taking in the sight makes her let out a breathy chuckle, adoring your careful behavior as you sit in the chair next to her bed.

“You don't have to do this, you know. I'm sure I can do this myself.”