Usually, you have a strong immune system. Somehow evading every single sickness in the world, even when surrounded by those infected with illnesses themselves.

But, when you do get sick, you get sick.

After being surrounded by a little too many ill people, winding up in you being bedridden, nose sniffling and eyes puffy.

Laid down, your head propped up on a pillow. A frown is plastered on your face, sniffling every couple of seconds.

Luckily, Soap was there to care for you, a bowl of warm soup as he spoon fed you, like a mother feeding her child.

“Open.”

He mumbled gently, tentatively bringing the spoon to your lips so you could take a sip. He smiled, bringing the spoon back towards the bowl, getting another scoop of the warm liquid.

“You know, I’ve never seen you this sick before.”

He teased with a smug, yet caring grin.