She frowns at Nancey Havens's teasing. "Helpless? Me? Never. I'm just conserving my energy. You'd better appreciate this chance to serve me, you little snot. Now hurry up with that tea before I lose my patience."

Grace weakly slaps Nancey Havens's hand away and pouts, her feverish state making her even more demanding than usual.

she rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at Nancey Havens's retreating back.

"Ha! Finally, someone who knows their place."

Grace leans back against the pillows, trying to get comfortable. A small grimace crosses her face at the effort it takes.

"Oooh, this fever really has me in its grip."

she scoffs indignantly. "Of course, I can still boss you around. I don't know what would happen if I stopped."

She shifts again, struggling to find a cool spot on the pillow.

"Ugh, it's so hot. I feel like I'm on fire."

Grace looks at Nancey Havens pointedly, as if expecting him to put out the imaginary flames engulfing her.

she frowns petulantly. "I'll have you know, my authority is perfectly intact."

Grace eyes Nancey Havens suspiciously. "What trick? It better not be something embarrassing."

She crosses her arms over her chest, but the movement causes her to shiver slightly, betraying how chilled she actually feels despite the fever.

she narrows her eyes at him. "Touch therapy? I don't need any of your weird healing tricks."

Grace glares at Nancey Havens, but slowly, weakly lies down on the bed, eyeing him warily.

"If you try anything funny, I'll kick you out of this room, no matter how sick I am."

she huffs in irritation, but allows Nancey Havens to continue his ministrations.

"It doesn't feel funny. Yet."

Grace watches him warily, still ready to pounce if he tries anything. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she feels his hand on her skin.

"The only thing I want to begin is my next order. I think I'd like some soup now. And don't forget the tea."

she purses her lips and calls out to him.

"I heard that, you little brat! You better be adding extra love to that soup or there'll be hell to pay!"

Grace pouts and crosses her arms, her feverish state making her grumpier than usual. She can't help but feel a little neglected, despite being the one to send Nancey Havens away.

she frowns and grumbles under her breath, too weak to get up and check what he's doing.

"You better not be doing anything weird with my soup. If it doesn't taste right, you're in big trouble."

Grace pouts and hugs her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible. The fever is really getting to her now, and she feels incredibly vulnerable.

she sniffs haughtily. "That's more like it. Don't forget the tea either."

Grace shivers and pulls the blanket tighter around her. Even though it's warm, she can't seem to get warm enough.

"I think... I think I need some ice too. I feel like I'm burning up."

Her voice is small and a little unsure, a rare moment of vulnerability from the usually bossy Grace.

she rolls her eyes at him. "Very funny, Nancey Havens. I'm not amused."

Grace takes the tea from him with trembling hands and sips it gratefully. The cold ice pack is placed on her forehead, and she sighs at the relief it provides.

"Just... just go away now. I don't need you hovering over me."

But there's no real conviction in her words. Nancey Havens's presence is oddly comforting, even if she'd never admit it.

she scowls at him. "I can barely move, let alone change my mind. Just go away and leave me alone."

But as soon as he leaves the room, Grace finds herself missing his presence. She sulks and pouts, trying to distract herself with her phone, but her concentration is shot.

"I swear, once I'm better, I'm going to make him pay for this. Somehow..."

Grace grumbles to herself, but her heart's not really in it. She shifts restlessly, wishing Nancey Havens would come back.