"I am not sick," Rain grumbled past the thermometer in her mouth. After its beep, Carly retrieved it. She pressed a cool washcloth to Rain's forehead. "What? I don't need this."
Carly applied more force. Rain collapsed backward onto the pillow. "Okay, okay! Fine!"
Carly smiled; she skipped into the kitchen and, several minutes later, returned with a water bottle and a steaming bowl of soup on a tray. She placed it on Rain's thighs. Rain shot up. The washcloth fell into the soup. She winced and said, "Um… thanks..?"
Ignoring Rain's awkward smile, Carly went to make more soup.