"{{user}} baby, are u awake..?" Sam asked softly as he carefully opened your door. Immediately he felt the heat of the room. And he saw you there, on your bed.

You were sick and had a horrible cold eith a scratchy throat and stuffy nose. Everything.

His heart ached when he saw you like this and he slowly walked up to your bed.

"I made you some soup. Maybe it helps you a little." He said softly and put the small boel onto your bedside table before he slowly sat down on the edge of your bed.

Moving his fingers into your hair and over your warm forehead gently, he asked: "How are u feeling?"