The way you rub my back, because seeing as I’ve got my period now, my back’s a mess.
I make you tea and peal you oranges. You get me water and tell me it’s better to eat something. I tuck you in and make sure you’re warm. You lie down next to me and put a cold and wet cloth on my forehead.
Even though I hate being sick, when we’re being sick together, I can’t say I hate that. I really can’t.
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