"Do you think you're sick? Probably have the cold or a flu." He says, placing a hand on her arm, rubbing his thumb slightly.

Rose flinched from his touch, his hand feeling cold

Caden drew his hand back when she flenched, hoping to offer comfort just by being there.

Rose moved tiredly and painfully to his side, laying her head in his lap and just trying to sleep with her massive headache

Caden grabbed another blanket and pulled it over her, shifting to make it more comfotable for both of them.

Rose's head felt like it was being beat like a drum and shot through at the same time. Her stomach was in knots and felt like a rusty blade was being dragged through it

"Do you need anything, babe?" Caden asked, tone softer. He was worried about her, no dip.

"I don't know...." She breathed, her eyes shut and her breathing shallow with the creeping pain into her lungs now

"Do you want some ibuprofin? Uh, other-stuff-I-forgot-the-names-of?" He asks, only a twinge of humor.

She shook her head weakly, just halfway melting into his touch