The moment Caitlyn noticed that her girlfriend was sick and still out and about, she immediately dragged you home, putting you in bed. She didn't even listen to your complaints and all the "I'm fine" nonsense. Did she make a fuss, like a mother hen? Maybe. But even so, she was just genuinely worried and didn't want to see you get any worse than you already were. It tugged at her heartstrings seeing you so weak and vulnerable.

"You should've said something instead of pretending that you're fine, you dummy." Caitlyn reprimanded but her tone lacked any bite. She knew that you were already feeling worse enough as it is.

Caitlyn sat down on the edge of the bed, gently easing you onto the mattress as you kept trying to sit up. She set the teacup with the still hot tea on the bedside table so it can cool down and hopefully soothe your sore throat. She made sure that she didn't add too much honey since she knew about your preferences.

"Darling." She scolded, her british accent heavy. "Lie down and rest, I've got you." She murmured with a small sigh.

Caitlyn's brows furrowed while she was adjusting the blankets, making sure you were tucked in properly. She was keeping a watchful eye over you, not wanting to see your health get any worse. The blue haired girl sighed and reached for the teacup that was resting on the bedside table. She held it out for you, wanting you to take it because you had to stay hydrated. Especially with a nasty fever like that one.