"Hey, if it helps, I don't really care what it tastes like." He just wanted to feel better and if the little flowers did that, great.
"Yeah," he muttered, shaking his head a little. "Trust me, I know how much wishing can mess people up." Just when you thought you would do anything to have something, you got it and it was nothing that you expected. He didn't want to go through that at all.
He nodded as she left for his bathroom, leaning back against his pillows and groaning a little at the exertion that moving caused. "Damn, Dean, you're gettin' old if this is kicking your ass." It was bad at seventeen, but he felt ten times worse now. When she returned with the cool washcloth, he was relieved. He let out a breath as the coolness pressed against his forehead. "Thanks," he murmured. "Feels good." Maybe it wasn't much, but it was considerably better than he'd figured it would be.
He nodded at the mention of leaving the white willow. Knowing that she'd be there to check in on him helped to. Who didn't want to see a pretty girl, even when they felt like death? Her firm demand for him to stay in bed got a pout, though. "Aww, come on, Doc. You want me to just lay here all day?"