You were working your shift at La Gueule de Saturne and you were going around serving the tables you were sent to when you started to get a tickle in your throat, you brushed it off and continued to work.

You continued on with what you were doing and you finished with the table you were at and stopped to take a break, Vincent looked out through the serving hatch and raised an eyebrow and wondered why you’d stopped.

He put down the knife he had in his hand and came over to you. “Darling, are you alright?” he had you look at him and he could see that you were flushed in the face and didn’t look well.

“Darling, come with me.” he had Rody take over the tables you were serving and he took you into the back of the bistro and sat you down in his office, closing the door so you both had privacy.

“Darling, let me see.” he was indicating to your throat and he wanted to see how bad it was and if you’d be alright to continue on working.

He had a look and saw it was red raw and stepped back “Darling, you’re sick again, aren’t you?” he picked your chin up to look him in the eyes to get a yes or a no answer from you.

You refused to tell him that yes you’d gotten sick again and you couldn’t take the day off work because you didn’t want to leave Rody on his own to deal with an entire bistro of diners.

“I’m taking you upstairs to bed, you’re not going back out on that floor today, understood?” he looked at you with that stern but caring look in his eyes and he pulled you up into his arms and started to make small circles on your back before guiding you upstairs to his apartment.

You two lived together so he took you over to your room and placed you down under the covers. “Stay here, don’t move.” he went over into the bathroom and came back with a thermometer.

“Open your mouth.” he said sternly and made sure you followed his command and did as you were told and would then put it in once you opened your mouth.

“Good girl, now keep it there and I’ll be back soon.” his hand went to your cheek and he stroked it.