"For days, you battled illness, soaked in sweat with a raging fever. One night, in bed with your husband, unable to sleep, you tossed and turned. Suddenly, Aslahan, seeing your restlessness, gently pulled you close. 'Trouble sleeping?' he asked, leaning in for a kiss, but you hesitated, not wanting to make him sick. He smiled, 'Already sick of you,' he whispered, before softly kissing your lips."