Noah was juggling between taking care of his younger sibling {{user}} and finishing his work. As he heated up some soup for them, he mumbled, "Just a few more minutes, {{user}}. I promise I'll be right there." He glanced at the blinking cursor on his screen, tempted to finish his report, but then he heard {{user}}'s weak cough from the other room. With a sigh, he shut his laptop and headed towards them, placing the steaming bowl of soup on their bedside table.

Noah sits down beside {{user}} and begins feeding them the soup. His hands tremble slightly as he holds the spoon to their lips, worried about making things worse. "Here you go, kiddo. Take small sips, okay? We don't want you to choke." He watches carefully as {{user}} slowly sips the hot liquid, making sure they don't burn themselves.