Ten minutes or so passed and Eunhyuk came in carrying a tray littered with items: two bowls, two mugs, paper towels, utensils, medicine, among other things for Yesung. He moved it to the bed, where Yesung scootched over to make room, and started dividing up the items.

"Oh wow..." Yesung's eyes lit up like Christmas lights. "Geez, you didn't have to do all this," Yesung whimpered, tears nearly gathering to the sides of his eyes. "Thank you so much again." The delirium of his fever was making him emotional as a woman, and it made Eunhyuk just a little uneasy seeing his hyung in such a state.    His tired friend grinned and handed him his medicine and the glass of juice. "Don't worry. I know you'd do the same for me," Eunhyuk exclaimed. "Now, take this so you can eat the soup before it goes cold."   The sickly boy did as he was told, taking the items; medicine, aspirin and juice filling his empty insides. He dug into the soup hungrily, adding a couple of the buttery crackers that were on the end of the tray to his bowl. The hot steam opened up his nose for a couple of moments and the salty liquid coated his aching throat enough where he could close his eyes in a moment of pure near-healthy bliss.   "This is such a good show," Eunhyuk said, mouth full, motioning to the TV.  "I just powered through the last season on Netflix. Walt is such a badass, right?"   Yesung grinned. "I like Jessie more," He explained. "He's supposed to represent you or me in that