cookiisms
“Stop fuckin’ coughing on me, will ya? – It’s disgustin’,” Cook groaned as he set down the soup and tea onto the nightstand next to the bed before making his way around to settle in on the side he had claimed. It was strange spending his entire day with Mini solely because she wasn’t feeling well, but it wasn’t like he actually minded - which was even stranger considering Cook’s character. He didn’t think too much of it though. He was just taking care of a friend; being nice for once. That was it. “And I’m not touchin’ ya until you stop being so stubborn and actually eat somethin’.”
“ I’m not actually trying to cough on you.” She retorted, half embarrassed half annoyed. Pushing over on the small twin sized bed, she closed her eyes. It had been four days and there didn’t seem to be any sign of recovery. It was lucky that Cook was there, because had she been left to her own devices, she probably would have been much more sick due to lack of food. “ I’ve told you I cant eat. It will literally make me sick.” Turning to face him, she frowned. “ That’s not fair.”
