"Zack? Are you okay?"

"FUCK!" And there was a violent clanging from the kitchen.

"You need help?"

"No, you're sick! I'm the caretaker!" bBOOM!/b

You got up from bed as fast as you could. There was Zack, standing over a smoking pot of…something. iOnly he could ruin Campbell's./i

You wrapped your arms around him from behind and put your weight on him. "I don't need soup to get better. Just come back to bed."

"Then I'll get sick!"

"I won't burn the soup."

He considered this. "Yeah, you're right." And Zack lifted you into his arms and carried you away.