"Come on," Phoebe tugged on David's arm and pulled him into the car. She put her hands on his cheeks, looked at his sunken face up close and sighed. "You look like a zombie, no even a zombie looks better than you. How many hours of sleep are you getting?"
She opened her bottle and put it to his mouth. "Drink, you need fuel before you collapse and become one of the people in the tents on the beds with IV's attached to their hands."
He managed to take two sips of a liquid that tasted like water but had a hint of sweetness, like strawberries and honey had been added.
After drinking, he yawned and put his head down on her chest. "Let's go on a date, I feel like we haven't been on one in ages." he croaked out tiredly.
She flicked his forehead, "Look at you, you can barely stand but you want to go on a date."