"Help me, help me I'm dying." You rolled your eyes at Benny's dramatic grunts from the bedroom, as he clenched at his heart and the air. You woke up in the middle of the night with him practically crushing you by how hard he was clinging to you, he was shivering and sniffling, stifling coughs fits and sneeze, his head pounding as his burning head kept nuzzling into your skin. "Damn, took you long enough." You sighed again, coming back to him with medicines. Sick Benny means you babysitting.