"I get the impression no one likes to be sick," she said with a laugh. "The bottle says Cherry," she added, a bit confused. It certainly hadn't smelled like anything she'd want to put in her body, so she wasn't surprised that he hadn't liked the taste. Still, it's thickness made her hope that at least it would soothe his throat. His discomfort was her own, now, after all. She would make him as comfortable as possible, and this time...this time...she wouldn't run away from him.
Setting the cup aside the little cup, Meg shifted around on the bed, sliding her legs up so that she was sitting beside him. She kicked the blanket aside a bit, so it didn't bundle around her legs and leaned back against the headboard. She wasn't sure why she wanted to stay with him so badly, but she thought it might have something to do with his willingness to admit to his feelings for her. She didn't want him to think they weren't reciprocated, even if she couldn't tell him so.
"Come here," she said softly, drawing him close until his head came to rest in her lap. She tugged the blanket up around him, mindful to keep a small gap around his chest so they didn't stick to the medicine there. She ran her fingers gently through his sweat damn hair. "Try to rest."