Janelle opened her eyes, attempting to let them adjust to the light in the room. She wasn't sure where she was, but she was warm and comfortable, so at least that was a good sign.

She sat up, looking around her, letting her surroundings sink in. She couldn't help but smile a little when she realised where she was. She was safe, at Ryan's house. She guessed she had just fallen asleep when sitting with him last night.

She felt a small throb in her left hand, causing her to look down at it, noticing that it was now wrapped in a bandage. Had Ryan put it on her after she fell asleep? She couldn't help but wonder where Ryan was right now. She didn't see him in the kitchen, and he clearly wasn't in the living room with her.

As if on cue, she heard a noise come from the bathroom down the hall. She furrowed her eyebrows, bringing herself to her feet as she shook off the blanket that she had been covered with.

She made her way over to the hallway, peeking around the corner to see that the bathroom light was on, and the door was wide open. Curious, she began to step closer, just before she heard a soft groan come from inside.

As she reached the door, she began to regret coming over.

Curiosity killed the cat, she told herself, biting her lip. Who knows what he could be doing in there?

She shook off the thought, biting the inside of her cheek.

With the door wide open? Get real, Janelle.

She swallowed, before hesitantly peeking inside of the bathroom to see Ryan kneeling on the floor, hunched over the toilet. By the looks of it, he had just been sick, and Janelle stood there for a moment, wondering if she should ask if he needed help.

She bit her lower lip, taking a couple of steps into the room, before reaching up her hand to knock on the open door. Ryan immediately looked up at her, their eyes meeting.

"Are you alright?" She asked quietly.

He sighed, before mumbling, "I feel like shit."

Janelle hesitated, before making her way over, kneeling beside him on the floor. She reached over, laying her hand on his forehead.

"Well, you're burning up," She muttered, moving her hand to his cheek. "I heard the flu is going around, do you think you caught it?"

He shrugged, before leaning over the toilet to be sick again. Janelle watched, wincing a little as she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She turned on the screen, noticing that she had gotten a text from Abby. After not hearing from her for a while, she was happy to see a new message from her best friend.

She opened up the message, reading it quickly.

Ken and I have the flu. You may or may not be getting it..

"Well, I found the culprit," She stated, looking away from her phone to see Ryan looking at her expectantly. "It must be from your cooking."

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "What?"

She let out a small chuckle, turning off her phone and sliding it back in the pocket of her jeans. "I'm kidding," she said. "Abby and her fiancé got the flu. I was just at their apartment a few days ago."

"Then why don't you have it?" He muttered, reaching up a hand to rub his eyes.

"Because I got my flu shot." She stated, running a hand through her dark hair. "Do you need anything?"

He sighed. "I think I'm just going to go rest." He said. "I hate not being able to make you breakfast, though.." He looked up at her, his green eyes meeting her blues again.

Janelle reached out, giving him a small smile as she patted his knee. "You're sick. Don't worry about me," She Said. "Go get some rest, okay?"

He nodded a little, before bringing himself to his feet, reaching up one of his hands to hold his head after seemingly being dizzy for a moment. Janelle stood, reaching out her hands as if it would help steady him.

"You okay?" She Asked concernedly.

He nodded. "I'm fine." He gave her a small smile, before making his way out of the room. Just as he went to pass the doorway, though, he looked back. "Are you okay?"

She furrowed her eyebrows at him, before biting her lip when she noticed his eyes wandering down to her bandaged left hand. She nodded a little. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He nodded back, before turning and leaving. Janelle sighed softly, walking over and shutting the toilet, before flushing it. Afterwards, She went over to the sink to wash her hands, looking up into the mirror. Her eyes, as usual, had dark circles under them, which she guessed was from lack of sleep, which of course rooted from stress. Her cheek was now slightly bruised, with two small cuts, one longer then the other, across it.

After finishing up with washing her hands, she quickly averted her eyes from her reflection, reaching over to dry her hands off on the hand towel beside the sink.

She made her way out of the bathroom, stopping in the living room, where she looked up at the staircase, thinking for a moment.

Ryan had been so kind to always take care of her, making her food, letting her stay the night; maybe it was her turn now.

She looked around a little as if someone was watching her, before heading into the kitchen, where she stopped at what looked like a pantry. She opened it up, smiling triumphantly when she realised that it was, in fact, what she had guessed. She began going through it, in hopes of finding some type of canned soup to make for him. Surely he didn't make everything from scratch.

After a few minutes of searching, she finally found the small, lonely can of soup, sitting in the back corner of the very last shelf. She reached back, grabbing it, before shutting the pantry doors.

She went over to the stove, which was one of the countertop kinds she had only ever seen on cooking shows or in newly renovated kitchens, setting the can down beside it.

She spun around, her eyes wandering around the kitchen.

Now to find the pots and pans, she thought to herself, before walking over to the cupboard by the fridge. She opened it up, only to find that it had cutting boards in it.

How many cutting boards does one person need?

She shut the door, before going on to the next cupboard, which turned out to only have glass cooking dishes in it.

She let out a long sigh, before shutting that door as well. She looked back over at the stove, realising that there were a couple of cabinet doors underneath it.

Duh, she thought to herself. Of course they'd be under the stove. Why hadn't she looked there first?

She stepped over, opening the doors and smiling to herself when she saw shiny metal pots and pans all stacked neatly. She knelt down, taking out a smaller one, along with a lid, before standing, placing the pot on the stove.

She opened up the can of soup, pouring it inside of the pan, before turning on the stove. As she waited for the soup to cook, she began to wonder if there was anything else to make Ryan feel better, even if only a little bit.

Tea, she thought.

Deciding to go along with her new idea, she went over to his Keurig, picking up one of the mugs that he had sitting beside it. She set it down, beginning to look around.

Now to find where he keeps the tea.

Minutes later, after searching almost every single cupboard, some more than once, she found the cupboard full of different teas and coffees. She ended up going with chamomile tea for Ryan, quickly brewing some water into the mug, putting in the tea bag, and adding some honey. By the time she had finished making the cup of tea, the soup began to boil, so she rushed over, turning off the stove.

Thankfully, when she had been searching for the tea, she had found the cupboard for plates and bowls, so she didn't have to go searching for a bowl for Ryan's soup.

She quickly poured some of the soup into the glass bowl, grabbing a spoon from one of the drawers and putting it in. She picked up both the bowl of soup and the mug of tea, before making her way out of the room, proud of what she had just accomplished in the foreign kitchen.

She went upstairs, heading into the hallway, where she stood by Ryan's door, which was thankfully only propped shut.

"Ryan, can I come in?" She Asked quietly, waiting for a response.

"Yeah." She heard him answer, so she pushed open the door with her foot, stepping in.

She looked over at Ryan, who was laying in bed, staring at the ceiling and looking rather miserable. He looked over at her, furrowing his eyebrows a little.

She smiled a bit, biting her lower lip. "I made you some soup," she said quietly, before adding, "And tea."

Ryan sat up as she approached, watching as she set the mug of tea and bowl of soup on the nightstand beside him. "You didn't have to do that.."

"It's okay," She smiled at him. "I wanted to. You've taken care of me enough, so it's the least I could do."

He gave her a small smile, reaching over and picking up the bowl from his nightstand. "Thank you." He said.

She nodded, before heading over to the door. "Do you mind if I make myself a cup of tea?"

"Make yourself at home," He Said. "And grab yourself something to eat if you're hungry, okay?"

She chuckled a little. "Okay, Ryan." She Said. "Enjoy your soup."

"I will." She went to leave, but stopped when she heard him ask, "Janelle?" She looked back, and he gave her another small smile. "Thanks again."

She smiled back, reaching up her hand to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. "You're welcome, Ryan."