You laid in your bed so sick you just couldn't take it. Donnie said he was coming over, and you just said ok. You were too sick to argue. He would've said he was coming over anyway if you said you were sick, so you just let him come. He landed on your balcony and let himself in. Then, he put a bag of painkillers and cold medications on your bed. "I wasn't sure which one you'd like, so I just bought all of them," he said. You sat up. "How'd you know I was-," you say. "Call it a boyfriend's intuition," he interrupted. You smirk. Then, he hands you the bag of medicine. "Woah. You really did buy everything," you say as you ruffle through the bag. "Yeah, well," he says as he plops onto your bed. You smile and pick out a painkiller and a cold medicine. He watches as you take the pills. "Good. You took the ones that make you tired," he says. You look at him, confused. "The best way to get over a cold is through rest, and looking at your condition it seems you didn't get a good night sleep. The stuff you took should help you rest," he says. Then you smile. "Thank you for the enlightenment," you say as you lay back down. "No problem," he says as he comes over and lays by your side. "Donnie I don't want you to get sick," you say. He smiles. "I'll take the risk," he says. You smile back and allow the medicine to kick in. After you drift off to sleep, Donnie just admires you sleeping. You may be sick and you may look terrible, but he thought you looked beautiful.