"You're burning up."

Bea looked at Y/N and sighed. "I feel fine. How many times do I have to tell you?"

"If you were really feeling fine, you wouldn't shiver that hard, would you? Just stay in bed, I'll get you some medicine, and then GO TO SLEEP. I don't want to have to take you to the hospital again." Y/N shook his/her head and left the room.

Bea laid down and sighed again. She hated this. Hated being sick, and feeling like she couldn't do anything. She felt horrible- her stomach was boiling, she was sweating but shivering at the same time, her head hurt, and she felt extremely dizzy. She had already thrown up a few times today, feeling shaky and sweaty afterwards.

She couldn't stand the heat after a while, so she threw the blankets off of her. When Y/N came back, he/she took Bea's temperature. "106.4... a little better than last time, but still a bad fever."

Y/N took out the medicine. "Here, take this. It'll help you feel better. I promise." Bea shook her head. "I'm not taking that."

Y/N sighed and squeezed Bea's hand. "You have to if you want to feel better."

"I can't take medicine. It just makes me feel nauseous all over again."

"I promise, you will feel better afterwards. Just listen to me." Bea slowly took the medicine and shuddered. "Ugh!"

"Now try to get some rest. You look extremely tired. Your body needs sleep." 

"No. I can't sleep. I feel too sick from taking that medicine." Bea coughed slightly. 

"Just try to sleep."

"Fine." Bea laid back and closed her eyes.

"Good girl." Y/N smiled.