cookiisms
āStop fuckinā coughing on me, will ya? ā Itās disgustinā,ā 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 wasnāt feeling well, but it wasnāt like he actually minded - which was even stranger considering Cookās character. He didnāt think too much of it though. He was just taking care of a friend; being nice for once. That was it. āAnd Iām not touchinā ya until you stop being so stubborn and actually eat somethinā.ā
ā Iām not actually trying to cough on you.ā 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 didnāt 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.Ā ā Iāve told you I cant eat. It will literally make me sick.ā Turning to face him, she frowned.Ā ā Thatās not fair.āĀ
