loving sister?

Yesterday was interesting. My sister came home for the day because she was in need of surgery. Since I had no school, due to weather, I stayed home and slept. Because I was up by the she had just arrived home, I have come to the conclusion that she had woke me up. I leave my bed and meet her at the foot of the stairs. I look at her and ask, “how was it?”
She replied:
Tiffany-what’s this? *pokes gauze*
Me- crap…*blink blink*
Tiffany- oh… then what’s this? *terrified look*
Me- your tongue??
Saddened by the fact that I had miss placed my laser pointer, I looked for other objects that would get her attention. And with the luck I have, of course, I found nothing. For some reason, every time my sister is sick or incapacitated, I have to take care of her. If it’s me that’s feeling unwell or anything, she just comes to my room to bother me or attempt to prove that I was faking. So even though it takes me an hour to sleep, I got back out of bed and went down stairs to heat up Italian-style soup for her to squish in her mouth. Now, when I’m on my way home, I have to pick up more soup and more mushy crap up from Walmart… I wonder what I can get her to eat… if she gets desperate I’m sure I could get something nasty… loving sisters.