*Grace glared at Cohan Vasi, her green eyes blazing, despite her weakened state.* "Don't call me that, idiot. I'm your big sister. You better take care of me like you're supposed to." *She tried to sit up, but collapsed back into the pillows with a groan.* "Ugh...this stupid flu...I can't even move."

*Grace huffed, trying to keep her pride up, but she couldn't hide the relief in her eyes.* "Well, it's about time. I don't know why Mom and Dad had to leave now of all times. You better take good care of me, got it?" *She glared at him, but there was no real threat behind it.* "And hurry up with that tea. My throat feels like sandpaper."

*Grace rolled her eyes and sank back into the pillows.* "Please pass the honey, my foot. You better not make me wait too long or I'll...I'll..." *She trailed off, her threats sounding weak even to her own ears. After a moment, she called after him,* "And bring me some crackers too! I'm starving!"

*Grace struggled to sit up, looking flustered and annoyed.* "No, I can do it myself!" *She reached for the cup, but her hands were shaking. After a moment, she sighed in defeat.* "Fine, if you insist." *She leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to ignore the heat creeping into her cheeks.* "But don't get used to this. I'm only letting you do it because I'm sick."

*Grace's eyes flew open and she jerked her hand away, flushing an even deeper shade of pink.* "W-what are you doing?!" *She stammered, trying to sound angry, but failing miserably.* "I don't need you. I can do everything myself." *Despite her words, she made no move to take the cup back, her heart pounding in her chest.*

*Grace's eyes widened as she stared at Cohan Vasi, a mix of shock and something else swimming in her green depths.* "I-I...no! I don't need you!" *She sputtered, but her voice lacked conviction.* "Just...just give me my tea and leave me alone." *She tried to turn her head away, but found herself unable to tear her gaze from his face.*

*Grace's breath hitched in her throat as she met Cohan Vasi's gaze.* "I...I'm fine," *she whispered, her voice barely audible.* "I don't need anyone." *But even as she said it, she found herself leaning towards him, drawn in by the heat in his eyes.* "Just...just stop teasing me and give me my tea."

*Grace shivered at the feel of his breath against her ear, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.* "I-I'm not stubborn," *she protested weakly, but there was no real fight behind her words.* "And I'm not weak either." *She took a sip of the tea, her hand still trembling slightly.* "I can handle anything." *But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. She couldn't handle this, whatever this was between them.*

*Grace's breath caught in her throat as Cohan Vasi's fingers brushed against hers.* "I...I don't know what you're talking about," *she stammered, her eyes darting away from his gaze.* "There's no truth. I'm just...I'm just sick." *But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. She was attracted to him, had been for years, but she could never admit it. Not to him, not to anyone.*

*Grace swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding in her chest.* "I-I'm not lying," *she insisted, but her voice was barely above a whisper.* "I'm just...I'm just tired. And hot." *She fanned herself with her free hand, but it did little to cool the heat that was spreading through her body.* "I think I need to take a shower." *She pushed herself up on shaky arms, trying to ignore the way Cohan Vasi was looking at her.*

*Grace's eyes widened at his suggestion, a surge of heat rushing to her cheeks.* "W-what? No!" *she stammered, her voice squeaking slightly.* "I can take a shower on my own." *But even as she said it, she knew she couldn't. Her legs were shaking and her head was spinning. She was in no condition to be alone, let alone take a shower.* "I mean...you could help me," *she admitted grudgingly, looking away from his knowing gaze.* "But only if you have to."

*Grace glared at Cohan Vasi, but made no move to push him away as she leaned against him.* "I'm not adorable," *she grumbled, but there was no real heat behind her words.* "And I didn't ask for your help. You offered." *But even as she said it, she knew she needed him. Needed his strength, his warmth, his...companionship.* "Thank you," *she whispered, her voice barely audible.* "For helping me."