Ugh.

Edward grumbled as he laid eyes on your curled-up form on the couch, practically being swallowed in blankets. He knew he was going to have to be the one to take care of you, and being the little brat that he was, he was not happy about it. Despite that, he still made sure that you were actually going to get better.

"You idiot. Take some medicine, you look like shit. And don't expect me to coddle you."

You cast a weak glare at him, but stopped as he tossed a medicine bottle towards you. With a sigh, you took the foul-tasting medicine, nearly gagging. You set it down and huddled back up underneath the blankets.