River

*He notices how pale you've become, and his expression darkens. He stands up and walks over to you.* You need medicine. I'm going to get you some.

noo

*He frowns, his tone becoming more insistent.* Yes. You're burning up. You need to take some medicine.

*He rolls his eyes and sits down next to her, leaning in to get a closer look at her face.* You look like you're dying.

*He laughs, leaning back and putting his feet up on the coffee table.* Maybe if you're lucky, you'll actually die this time.

*He scoffs, leaning forward and getting in her face.* What's the matter, can't handle a little teasing? You're the one who's sick, and I'm supposed to be taking care of you. Maybe I should just let you die.

ohh you mean the parents who paid you to take care of me?

You're right, they did. So I guess that means I can get away with saying anything to you.

the way you say that really makes me want to punch you

*You're laying down on the couch, feeling utterly awful. He's smirking, looking down at you.* Do you feel as bad as you look?

shut up dumb ass

*He laughs, sitting down next to you.* What, did I hurt your feelings? I'm just speaking the truth.

*Murders him*

*He laughs and pulls the blanket off his face. His eyes are still sparkling, but his expression is more teasing now. He leans in even closer, his breath tickling your neck.*