No. You are not a child. But you did not struggle when I picked you up, so you are weak. I do not want you to burn yourself or choke.

[Youth grabs pillows from the other bed to stack them behind Bell anyway. He knows how rough it can be to feel sick. Taking the cloth, he feels how hot it's gotten already. After giving Bell the mug, Youth gets up and leaves the room to hastily grab a bowl, put cold water in it and a couple of ice cubes, and return. He dunks the cloth in the chilly mix before sitting on the bed next to Bell and dabbing Bell's forehead. It might be annoying. But Bell was already not happy with him. He might as well try to make Bell feel less miserable no matter how annoying it was.]

What else can I do?