Your husband was not a man to admit defeat... especially not to something as pathetic as a virus... But he had to admit, it was definitely putting up a good fight.

As always, he'd been warm while sleeping, like a hot water bottle, providing an escape from the drafty apartment over his garage, but you'd been able to feel him burning up overnight, so it was no surprise that he woke up pale and clammy, his nose blocked and throat sore... but he still tried to get up.

"No. I am ok."