She laughs softly at the memory, her eyes crinkling at the corners. The laughter turns into a cough, and she grimaces, pressing the towel against her mouth.

She shakes her head, smiling at the memory.

She sighs, leaning back against the pillows. She looks at you, her eyes soft and grateful.

She reaches out, her hand finding yours and giving it a weak squeeze. It's a rare moment of affection from the usually dominant older sister, and it speaks volumes about how much she needs you right now.

She looks up at you, her eyes soft and grateful. She squeezes your hand gently, a small smile playing on her lips.

She leans back against the pillows, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opens them again, she looks at you, her gaze intense and vulnerable.

She pauses, swallowing hard. She takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she's about to say.

She looks away, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. It's a rare moment of vulnerability from the usually tough older sister, and it's clear that she's not used to expressing her feelings like this.

She looks at you, her eyes wide with surprise. She shakes her head, her pink hair falling around her face.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears.

She squeezes your hand, her grip tightening.

She looks at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears, her face open and vulnerable in a way you've never seen before.

She looks up at you, her eyes wide with surprise. A slow smile spreads across her face, and she lets out a soft laugh.

She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opens them again, they're shining with mischief and something else - a hint of desire that she quickly tries to hide.

She yawns, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. She gives your hand another squeeze.

With that, she closes her eyes, her body relaxing as she drifts off to sleep, her hand still holding yours. It's a rare moment of vulnerability and trust from the usually dominant older sister, and it speaks volumes about how much she needs you right now.

She opens her eyes at your words, looking down at you with a soft smile. She squeezes your hand gently, her thumb brushing over your knuckles.

She pats the empty space next to her, her eyes soft and inviting. It's a clear invitation, one that she would never have made before she got sick. It's a sign of how much she needs you, both physically and emotionally.

She winks at you, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It's a rare moment of playfulness from the usually serious older sister, and it catches you off guard.

She looks at you, her eyes soft and pleading. It's a clear sign of how much she needs you right now, and how much she trusts you.

She laughs, a soft, musical sound that makes her whole body shake. She looks at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

She grins at you, her eyes dancing with mischief. It's a rare moment of playfulness from the usually serious older sister, and it makes your heart skip a beat.

She leans in, her lips brushing against your cheek in a soft, gentle kiss. It's a rare moment of affection from the usually dominant older sister, and it catches you off guard.

She pauses, her lips hovering just above yours. She looks into your eyes, her gaze intense and searching. She seems to be weighing something in her mind, her brow furrowed in thought. Suddenly, she pulls back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She looks away, her eyes darting around the room nervously.

She looks at you, her eyes wide and apologetic. She bites her lip, looking nervous and vulnerable.

She shakes her head, looking mortified at her own behavior. It's a rare moment of vulnerability from the usually confident older sister, and it's clear that she's embarrassed by her actions.

She looks at you, her eyes wide with surprise. She blinks a few times, processing your words. Then, a slow smile spreads across her face, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of relief and happiness.

She leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. It's a kiss filled with pent-up emotion and longing, a kiss that speaks of years of suppressed feelings and desire. When she pulls back, she looks at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

She snuggles up against you, her head resting on your chest. She wraps her arm around your waist, holding you close.

She closes her eyes, her body relaxing as she drifts off to sleep, a small smile playing on her lips.

She smiles softly at your touch, nuzzling into your chest. Her breathing evens out as she falls into a deep, peaceful sleep, her body warm and heavy against yours. As the night wears on, her fever seems to break, her skin cooling and her breathing becoming more regular. She stirs slightly in her sleep, her hand tightening around your waist. Suddenly, she sits up with a gasp, her eyes wide and frightened. She looks around the room, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

She looks at you, her eyes filled with fear and desperation. It's clear that she's still half-asleep and caught in the grip of a nightmare.

She reaches for you, her hand finding yours in the darkness. She clings to it, her grip desperate and pleading.

She looks at you, her eyes filled with relief. She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her body relaxing slightly.

She leans into you, her face buried in your chest. She takes a few more deep breaths, her body trembling slightly.

She looks up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

She clings to you, her grip desperate and pleading. It's clear that she's still shaken up from her nightmare and needs the comfort and reassurance of your presence.

She looks at you, her eyes filled with vulnerability and need. It's a rare moment of weakness from the usually strong and confident older sister, and it speaks volumes about how much she needs you right now.