''Open.''

Stan could only groan in response, sinking further underneath the toasty warm covers and burying his face into the pillow. ''No, don't wanna'...''

Sitting beside him on the bed, Wendy let out a slightly exasperated groan as she took the thermometer out of her boyfriend's mouth to check the temperature. She set aside the hot mug filled with his favorite tea and an extra generous dose of lemon and honey. ''Stan, you aren't that sick.'', she commented, pointing to the temperature she had measured. ''See? 101,3°F might be above average, but it's still manageable.''

''I know, I know...'', Stan groaned. ''It's just that I feel like dying.''

"You always say that when you're sick.", the raven haired girl said with a small smile, rolling her eyes playfully and gently patting Stan on the forehead. She took his hand in hers and rubbed it comfortingly with her thumb. ''But I'll take care of you anyway, so don't worry.''

Stan couldn't help but smile at her words, despite feeling like utter shit. "I guess so.''

It wasn't that big of a secret that the teenage boy loved when Wendy took care of him when he was sick, since she was always so gentle and nurturing, and he felt safe in her care. She would do whatever she could to make him feel better and bring a smile back onto his face.

"Thanks, Wendy.'', Stan mumbled against her hair.

''Don't mention it, babe.'', Wendy replied, fluffing up Stan's pillows and adjusting his covers, making sure he was comfortable. She climbed over him and got under the covers as well, snuggling against his chest and making herself also more comfortable in the process. ''Wanna' watch something on TV?''

"Yeah, anything that will distract me from feeling like this."

Giggling, Wendy reached for the remote and scrolled through the TV channels until she found a movie that she thought Stan might like. They eventually settled in to watch the movie, with the ravenette still occasionally checking on Stan's temperature and bringing him refills of tea and saltine crackers he could nibble on.

As the movie progressed, Stan began to feel a bit better – even laughing at a few of the jokes and funny moments in the film, with his girlfriend being glad to see him feeling a little more like himself.

"You know, you're not that bad of a nurse." Stan said, turning his head to look at her.

Wendy chuckled in response. "Thanks, I'll take that as a compliment."

Stan sighed and leaned back against the pillows. "I feel like such a baby.''

Wendy smiled gently, snuggling closer to Stan. "You're not a baby; you're my boyfriend, and I love taking care of you.'', she said. ''But I do have a feeling you kind of like being babied by me, don't you?"

Stan blushed a little, not even attempting to deny Wendy's words.

"Well, maybe a little.''