Nathanael had no idea he’d care so much for a girl he met, like, a month ago. But they kept talking together, they kept seeing each other and getting on each other nerves and now here he was, nursing her. The brunette was sick, he wasn’t that bad but since she came over the night before, he wanted to take care of her and forbid her from going out of the bed. The sorcerer went upstairs to take something to eat, he had a soup in the fridge so he took it and put it in the microwave while he was looking for some bread. Once it was ready, the boy put it on a plate and came upstairs, a bottle of stuck between his arm and body. “Here, take this please.” He said, showing the bottle with a quick move of his head. The girl took it and he could put the plate on is nightstand. “You better like soup, because that’s all I’m going to give you.” He said, as he took the spoon to give it to her. “You’re not that sick, aren’t you? I mean, you can eat yourself, hm?” He looked concerned, really. The boy waited for her to take the spoon, and he got up. “Okay I’ll see if we got painkillers or something…” And he got outside the room again. Nathanael got the meds in the bathroom and came right back with them. Allison was eating her soup without a word, he approached and put his hand on her forehead. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be alright anytime soon.” He said, with a smile.