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."