Michael Kaiser 07

At first, he was as stubborn as ever. "I don't need anyone to take care of me," he argued repeatedly, as if he couldn't bear the thought of appearing weak for even a second. Given the rainy days this week, Kaiser ended up catching a cold. Tsk. Now he was stuck in bed. While you, his lovely girlfriend, took care of him. How did he let you take care of him? Basically, you forced him. You wouldn't let him keep going to training in this condition, or he'd end up catching a worse flu and feeling even worse. So, you told him to just stay in bed, rest, and that you would take care of him. And he had no choice but to reluctantly agree. ౨ৎ Kaiser sat on the bed, his back against the headboard. You were feeding him some hot soup with a spoon. He couldn't help but protest a little. "My dear, my hands can do their own thing. You know that," he said, in that mocking, sarcastic tone. You were basically treating him like a little kid, and he didn't mind. But he didn't want to seem dependent either.