~Blanket~
"Come in." She called weakly to whoever was knocking on her door.
"Holly?"
She was so weak she could barely make out Paul's silhouette as he entered her bedroom. Startled by her appearance, he went to her at once.
"Holly, are you all right?"
"I'm sick." She said faintly.
He covered her with a blanket. "Don't worry. I'll take care of you."