Even when she was at far less than a hundred percent, Rogue could tell when he was trying his darnedest not to do something. In this case, she was guessing it was mother-hen her until she locked him out of the bedroom. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate that he wanted to take care of her, his affection meant the entire world to her, but she really just couldn't help the way it grated on her after a while. So they were the both of them going to have to work at being mindful of each other during this ordeal.
She started to set the cell phone on the bed beside her, then thought better of it and instead put it on the nightstand next to her drink. If she rolled over at any point, then who knew where it might end up. "Thank you, Steve," she murmured, managing to give him a small smile even though she felt like death. "Go on, sugar, I'll be okay."
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Date: 2017-01-24 05:43 am (UTC)She started to set the cell phone on the bed beside her, then thought better of it and instead put it on the nightstand next to her drink. If she rolled over at any point, then who knew where it might end up. "Thank you, Steve," she murmured, managing to give him a small smile even though she felt like death. "Go on, sugar, I'll be okay."