"I am literally dying," Aurora informs Jonah as he enters their shared bedroom with a bowl of soup in his hands, still upset about being bedridden until her 'cold' passed. "I want ice cream for my final meal."

Jonah smiles slightly, shutting the door after Snuffles bounds in, making himself comfortable at the foot of the bed. The Labrador we had gotten over a month ago is growing at an alarmingly fast rate, already able to reach Jonah's thigh when he jumps up.

"You're not dying," Jonah assures her, sitting next to her. "Besides, how can you even think about ice cream when you look like you're about to freeze to death?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she mutters, her voice sounding nasally due to her stopped up nose as she focuses on the Grey's Anatomy reruns playing on the TV.

Every blanket in the Why Don't We house is on Aurora's and Jonah's bed, piled around the sick girl to form a warm cocoon of sorts. To top off her outfit - which consisted of warm sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and a Maverick shirt - she also had on one of Jonah's hoodies, and still managed to feel cold.

"Here," Jonah offers the bowl. "Eat your soup so you can take some more medicine."

"Too weak," she groans, coughing slightly. "To hold bowl." She glances up at him, allowing her head to fall onto the pillows as she gives him a pitiful look.

Jonah rolls his eyes playfully but, nevertheless, picks up the spoon, glad that her stubborn nature was briefly put aside so he could take care of her.

She grimaces as she tastes the soup, her face scrunching up as she forces herself to swallow.

"It's not that bad, is it?" Jonah chuckles, moving the spoon away.

"My early death is going to be earlier than I thought if you make me eat that abomination," Aurora mutters, her eyes fluttering shut as a headache pounds against her temple.

There's a lull in their conversation, followed immediately by a gagging sound as Jonah tries the soup for himself.

"Okay," he states, pushing himself off of the bed. "I'm going to go make you some better soup. And tell Corbyn he is never allowed to make soup again."

Jonah frowns when all she do is nod mutely in return, wanting nothing more than for her to return to full health. "Get some rest."

"Wait," Aurora calls after him, causing him to stop in his tracks. "Can Daniel make my soup instead?"

"What's wrong with the way I make it?" He questions, raising an eyebrow.

"Daniel's is better."

"Rude."

Mere moments after Jonah walks out of the bedroom, Jack barges in, placing his hands on his hips as he stands at the foot of the bed. Snuffles growls, warning the boy not to get any closer.

"I need my blanket back," he states resolutely as Aurora's eyes snap open.

"No, you don't," she argues, pulling the layers closer to her.

"Yes, I do!" The boy protests, his curls bouncing as he shakes his head adamantly. "It's chilly in my room and I want to take a nap."

"Use a towel," she says simply. "Now, step aside. Karev's shirtless scene is coming up."

Before Jack can argue any further, Callie appears in the doorway, grabbing her boyfriend by his elbow.

"Aurora needs to be resting," she chastises. "Not arguing with you."

"But I ne-"

"She's sick," Callie interjects, dragging him out of the room. "She needs a nap more than you do."

"Thank you, Callie," Aurora murmurs as the door shuts behind her.

Burrowing further into the mattress, she mutters a 'good night' to Snuffles, who nuzzles his head into my side in response.

××××

Aurora opens her eyes slowly, her headache gone for the time being as her eyesight adjusts to the dark room.

The light had been turned off while she was asleep and curtains had been drawn, allowing no sunlight to stream through. The only light emitted from the television, which had been muted, and Jonah's phone that he was currently smiling at as he scrolled through it.

Pulling her arm out of the cocoon, Aurora reaches for the water bottle, gulping most of it down to dull the soreness in the back of her throat.

Jonah glances over, his face lighting up when he sees her awake. Pressing the back of his hand to her forehead, he asks, "How are you feeling?"

"My headache went away," she admits, pressing her elbow over her mouth as a harsh cough wracks her body. "But my sore throat is making up for that."

"I'm sorry," he sighs, helping her as she moves into an upright position.

"It's not your fault," Aurora waves his apology away before taking the medicine he had left for her on the dresser. "If we're gonna blame anyone, let's blame Mother Nature."

Falling back onto the pillows - still exhausted despite the four hour nap - she turns her head slightly to see Jonah, wanting to get the topic off of her well being.

"What were you grinning at earlier?" She questions, gesturing to his phone and wincing as her voice comes out raspier than intended.

"The fans," Jonah informs her, leaning back on his elbow. "They all adore you."

"When did you tell your fans about me?" Aurora asks, her eyes widening.

"Yesterday," Jonah rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, a blush rising into his cheeks.

"I got a video of you playing in the rain and put it on Instagram." He hurriedly continues, not giving her a chance to say anything. "When I found out your followers know about me, I felt guilty because it never really crossed my mind to tell the fans about you, about us. Which is kind of weird since all I've wanted to do since we met is tell the whole world about the beautiful girl I get to call my girlfriend. But, with everything that's happened, I guess it slipped my mind. And I'm sor-"

"Jonah," Aurora takes his hand in hers, cutting off the boy's rambling. She remains laying down, trying to temporarily push back the migraine she feels forming so she can speak to him. "You do not need to apologize for anything. I love you and I'm thrilled that you want your fans to know about me. If I wasn't sick, I'd be bouncing off the walls right now. Even if you didn't want your fans to know about me, I'd still be this madly in love with you. And, with all the -"

Turning her head away briefly, she's forced to once again place her elbow over her mouth as another coughing fit hits. When she's sure it's over, she faces Jonah with a tired smile.

"With all the shit that's went down since we've been together," she continues. "I do understand how it slipped your mind."

It's quiet in their bedroom as Aurora stares into his eyes, wanting to say so much more but not being able to find the right words to do it.

"I love you, Jonah Frantzvitch," she finally whispers, the migraine she had been fighting beginning to pound against my skull.

"I love you too, Aurora Daniels," he murmurs, squeezing her hand as he does so.

"I'd kiss you if I wasn't sick."

Jonah laughs, leaning closer. "I'm willing to risk it."