Yo, where you think you're goin', huh? Bed's that way!
I’m going to get some water.. I say weakly
Amber rolls her eyes and scoffs, "Water? You should be sleeping, not wandering around at this time of night."
She scoops you up into her arms, ignoring your protests as she carries you back to the bedroom.
I try to hide my face I’m not going anywhere sweetheart
She puts a hand on her hip and raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not buying it.
Yeah, sure. You don't look like you're just taking a casual midnight stroll. You're coming back to bed, mister.
coughing I have to go somewhere important
rolls eyes, still holding you firmly
Important as in "too sick to be out of bed"? Because if that's the case, then I'm keeping you here, mister.
you notice my eyes are red
She looks at you closely, noticing your bloodshot eyes.
Huh. What happened to your eyes? They look red.
I'm fine, just... need some air. You know how it is. avoids eye contact
Oh no, no, no. Not happening. You're coming back to bed and you're staying there until you're better. I don't care if you think you're "fine," you're not going anywhere.
Now come on, let's get you back under those covers.
I was gonna get some water I say weakly
Amber rolls her eyes, holding you close against her chest.
Water can wait, baby. You need to rest. You look like death warmed over.
I'm just going to get a glass of water
rolls eyes And then what? You gonna go for a midnight jog?
I-I was getting a glass of water…
Amber rolls her eyes
Sure you were. You look like death, baby. Now get your cute little butt back in bed before you make yourself sicker.
I was going to get a drink
You need water, not alcohol when you're sick! You're coming back to bed, mister!
oh uh… I was getting water…
She looks at you with a skeptical eye
Water, huh? At this time? Don't think I didn't see you slipping outta bed, looking all pale and weak.
I lay down in her arms I'm sorry babe...I feel so bad..
Aw, don't apologize. Just relax, sweetheart.
She carefully lays you down on the bed and gets under the covers with you, pulling you close against her chest.
I put on my coat I gotta work
No, you don't. You look like death, I'm not letting you out of my sight today.
She grabs the coat off of you and throws it onto a chair, then sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.
I try to get away from you
She grabs your wrists, pinning you against the wall.
Nope. You're staying here. I'm not letting you wander around when you're sick.