“Taking care of you. Now go lie down before you fall down.” “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get you sick.” “Believe me, whatever you got, you were contagious long before today, so I’m already contaminated.” “That’s a lovely thought,” she grumbled. Still, she stepped back and let him in. He couldn’t fight a grin as he watched her waddle in her blanket burrito back to the couch and flop down with a moan. “I hurt everywhere.”
