This is for you, Sanjana. I don't know if you'll see it, but I hope you feel better soon, friend. Thank you so much for everything you do and your kind words about my fic. I can't tell you how much that means to me.


She carries the tray with the bowl of Chicken Noodle soup and mug of hot tea toward the living room. Jimmy is sitting on their couch, under a mountain of blankets, with a box of tissues on his lap. The TV is playing the UltraLord reboot in the background, but he stops it when he sees her. The picture freezes on the frame where UltraLord is in a Starbuck coffee shop buying a large mocha.

"You know, I'm starting to see why Sheen hates this thing so much," Jimmy says as she sits beside him. His voice has the nasally quality that colds always bring, but there's a scratch that reveals he's been coughing a lot.

"It is awful. Here, I brought you lunch." She extends the tray toward him, and he smiles.

"Room service? What did I do to deserve that?"

"You are sick, and I want to make you feel better. Now, shut up and eat."

He's still grinning when he takes the tray from her, setting it on the coffee table while keeping the bowl of soup. Then, after eating a spoonful, he says, "Delicious."

"You can't taste anything, genius. And it's from a can."

He shrugs, "That may be so, but it still feels nice. There's a reason it's considered a type of comfort food, Cindy."

She rolls her eyes but leans forward and kisses his cheek. "Well, I'm glad you like it."

He moves his head and kisses her mouth, his lips are chapped, and his kiss tastes like chicken noodle soup, but she doesn't mind.

She pulls away but snuggles up against him, pulling one of the only free blankets up over her lap, and then grabs the remote for the TV. Unfortunately, the reboot is just as awful as she remembers. At one point, Jimmy laughs so hard he ends up with a coughing fit, which he washes down with the mint tea. When he falls asleep near the end, Cindy does not wake him.