"You sure you're okay?"
"Yes dad," I croaked out, my voice hoarse and cracking as I spoke. I sniffled as I gave him a weak smile, "I'll be okay, You have to get to work."
"I can take the day off, Addy," he returned a weak smile, worry flooding in his eyes.
I coughed out a weak laugh, "No, no. You have to save lives and a little cold isn't going to keep you rom doing so. Go, I'll be okay."
My dad smiled softly, nodding as he stood up from the edge of my bed. He patted my hair back, "Call me if you need anything, okay? Soup is downstairs in the kitchen and you have all the cold medicines, right?"
I nodded, laughing a little. "Yes, dada. I'm good."
He nodded hesitantly before leaning down to kiss the top of my head, "Fell better, kiddo."
"Will do, sarge." I called out weakly behind him
