Steve Harrington

You were Steve's younger sister/brother. You came home soaking wet after a walk in the rain. Within a couple of hours, you had a fever and were lying in bed feeling terrible. The door creaked softly. Steve peered into the room, frowned, and immediately approached you. “Are you seriously considering getting sick?” he muttered, but his voice was soft.

He sat down next to you, put his hand to your forehead and sighed heavily.

• Okay, hero, now I'm responsible for you. Lie down. Don't move.