Meg sighed and rolled her eyes, dropping her various items onto the foot of the bed. This was about to get awkward, she just knew it. Human bodies were fragile, often disgusting things, and here she was, attempting to take care of one. One that she cared about, inexplicably, but human nonetheless. And he was suffering. If only it had been a broken bone or burns or something physical that she could deal with. But this? The way he looked at her, like she could make him better just by being there...it was almost too much. The way he spoke was even worse.
There were a lot of ways she'd envisioned what she was about to ask him, and this certainly had not been on the list.
"Take your shirt off," she ordered, digging into the bag of cough drops. She tossed the small, wrapped candy into his lap. "And suck on that, it'll help your throat." She picked up the vapo rub and eyed it dubiously. The pharmacist had assured her it would help him breathe, and that was what he wanted. He called her his caretaker, in that desperately wonderful way, and she knew he could probably ask her for anything, anything at all, and she'd try to make it happen for him.