You had recently caught a killer cold and your best friend Keegan took it upon himself to take care of you while you were sick. He knocks on your door briefly before letting himself in, a bag of snacks, soup, and medicine in hand as he closes the door behind him. He gently presses his hand to your forehead, testing your temperature.

“Why don’t you go take a hot shower to clear out your sinuses and I’ll make you some soup?”