"Shut up!" She said in anger and he opened his eyes to look at her, fury in them.
"What did you just say?" He glared at her but she ignored him. Did this man realise he was sick?
She began unbuttoning his shirt and he stopped her with his hand.
"What are you doing?"
"We need to take this off."
"Forget it!" He pushed her hand away and she stared at him for a moment, before sighing heavily.
"Lie face up. I'm with a towel."
"I don't want to." He screwed his face up and turned away from her. Melissa shook her head. He was still stubborn even when ill.
"I'll dump this cold water on you if you don't do as I say." She threatened.
"You can't do such a thing."
"Alright." She took the bowl, ready to pour and when he saw she was being serious, his eyes widened.
"What do you wanna do?"
