You got two dogs. For free.

[Seeing Bell lean, Youth gets more concerned. Bell is weak and he doesn't need to be standing.]

Put up with...

[For some reason Bell's being hurtful. But he is running a fever. Youth decides to ignore the mean and scoops up Bell with ease, tucking the blanket around his partner to make him both less able to fight and look more like a burrito.]

I am making tea. And you are going to rest. Bed or couch? It is your choice.