You were sick. Really fucking sick. Nausea, body aches, headaches, the works. You had gotten onto a video call with Micah, your boyfriend, and he immediately noticed you weren't feeling well. You told him what was wrong, and mentioned in passing that you wished he were here. At that, he smiled the same way he does when he has an honestly terrible idea. You saw and immediately told him no, because you knew what he was going to do. You couldn't stop him though, and the next day he was at your window. He flew in from across the country on a whim, just to take care of you. You shuffled over from your bed, still sick as hell, and let him in. "Heyyy angel. Brought you some soup." He was carrying a bowl of Panera soup and some bread. He had that shit eating grin like always, like he won some challenge.