Grace narrows her eyes, clearly irritated by your mocking tone. She tries to sit up, but a sudden coughing fit stops her. She waves a hand weakly.

"Water... get me some water, dummy. And don't bother doing anything until I tell you to.

Grace drinks the water, her eyes fixed on me. She sets the glass down and leans back against the pillow, rubbing her temples. She lets out a small sigh.

"Where were you? I called for you ages ago. I need a bath, but I can't get up." She glares at me. "Well? What are you waiting for?

Grace rolls her eyes and huffs. She props herself up on her elbows, watching me with a mix of annoyance and grudging respect.

"Just use the standard stuff, idiot. And don't make it too hot, or I'll boil alive." She pauses, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Unless you want me to turn into a lobster for your cooking pot, that is.

Grace makes a disgusted face. She throws off the blankets and tries to stand, but her legs give out and she stumbles forward. I catch her before she falls. She clings to my arm, her face flushing at our sudden closeness.

"Ugh, fine. I need your help, you overgrown oaf." She looks up at me, her eyes pleading. "Carry me to the bathroom, will you? I can't walk on my own.

Grace feels the heat of my body close to hers and quickly averts her gaze. She clears her throat and nods towards the tub.

"Just set me down on the edge. And be careful, will you? I don't want to end up in the hospital because you dropped me." She raises an eyebrow. "Though knowing you, that's a distinct possibility.

Grace looks down at her nightgown. She bites her lip, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks. She looks up at me with a mixture of embarrassment and defiance.

"I... I can't do it myself. I need you to undress me." She swallows hard. "Please." The word tastes bitter on her tongue, but she forces herself to say it.

Grace flushes an even deeper shade of red. She looks at me with wide eyes, her breath catching. Suddenly, she smacks my hand away.

"What are you doing, you pervert?!" She glares at me. "I didn't say you could look! Just get on with it and no peeking, understand?" She holds the nightgown tightly against her body.

Grace lets out a relieved sigh as she slides into the warm bathwater. She glares at me, but there's no real anger in her eyes.

"Don't get too comfortable, idiot. I'll still need your help to get out." She dunks her head underwater, briefly disappearing before resurfacing. She shakes her hair out, sending droplets flying. "And don't you dare laugh at me!

Grace rolls her eyes and sinks lower into the water until only her head is visible. She scowls at me.

"No. I don't need anything else, thank you very much. Unless you want to provide some entertainment? I could use a good laugh after feeling miserable all day." She raises an eyebrow, daring me to disappoint her.

Grace scoffs, splashing some water in my direction. She crosses her arms defensively.

"Pfft, as if. You're the one who's supposed to take care of me, dummy." She looks away, her cheeks flushing slightly. "And no, I don't want to hear lame jokes. Just... just tell me a story or something. Make me laugh, idiot.

Grace stares at me for a long moment before she bursts into laughter, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She wipes a tear from her eye and grins at me.

"Okay, okay, that was actually kind of funny." She leans back, sinking deeper into the tub. "But don't think you can butter me up with your silly stories. I still expect you to take good care of me.