Zig: "Just take the damn NyQuil. I know it tastes really bad, and has a terrible aftertaste, so just swallow it as fast as possible. Your sore throat will get better."

Miles: *groaning* "I don't want to..." *violent cough*

Zig: "Just take the fuckin' medicine..."

Miles: "Fine." *slurps the NyQuil with one gulp* "OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT'S DISGUSTING" *groans*

Zig: "Well, your throat will feel better in a few minutes to an hour, so you'll have to deal with it."

Miles: "You're an ass, you know that?" *cough**sneeze*

Zig: "Yea, but I'm your ass. Now go to sleep."

*Zig sits in the bed next to Miles and puts his hand in Miles' hair*

Zig: "Hope you feel better in the morning."

*The rest of that night, Zig spent it next to Miles with a puke bucket in case he had to vomit and made several bowls of canned soup and packaged noodles*

The door suddenly opens, revealing Frankie and Hunter

Frankie: Hey, Miles, can we use your... *notices scene* Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Hunter just smirks and turns around with a chuckle

Zig: *heavy breathing* Not. Now. *shuts door*