He whined the whole way to her room and collapsed on the bed, curling up against her pillow. He curiously watched her as she shuffled through her closet, peeling himself to Tue side of the bed like an intent puppy waiting for food. He wasn't even sure what cold meds would do to him or how much he required.
He motioned for her, stuffing his face in the pillow, peering of as if he were a cat. He felt so drained and it was awful.