[ feed ] sender offers a forkful of food out to receiver, helping them eat
She feels like a fucking baby - but her head swims, feverish sweat beading above her eyebrow. "I'm fine, Riley." Aria insists, trying to swat at the fork, but barely able to lift her arm. She'd insisted it was just a cold, but it had quickly shifted into aching joints and a fever that was too high for her to think properly.
Urgent care hadn't done shit for her when she'd gone at their insistence.
But she was too weak to do much for herself, which meant Riley was on nurse duty - a fact that Aria hated. They had much better things to do than babysit her and she'd been grumbling and trying to refuse help the whole time. It wasn't until she'd nearly passed out in the shower trying to cool off that she was able to accept some of it.
They held up the food once more, and finally Aria accepted it, chewing slowly with a wrinkled nose and exaggerated pout. "You're not allowed to hold this over my head."