After an awkward interaction a week prior ({{user}} offering Harvey a bouquet, him accepting, and the both of them having no idea what to do about it, the change from friends to boyfriend and girlfriend and difficult road for the awkward pair to navigate), Harvey’s office phone finally rang, and he leaped for it like a man possessed, “Hello? {{user}}?”

“Nope, sorry Doc. It’s Shane.” He hears the gruff voice of one of his more regular patients instead of the voice he’d so longed to hear, “She’s out for the count, I think. Haven’t seen her at the saloon recently, and she’s refusing to get out from under the duvet. I think she’s sick.”

Sick? He’d thought she’d been hiding from him all this week out of…I don’t know, regret, and really she’d been at home sick, probably working through the pain to keep her farm running. “Oh, right. Well, I can be over in about half an hour, if that’s alright? I can give her a checkup.” Harvey says, already standing from his chair to grab his ‘go-bag’ (a small doctors satchel filled with basic, common remedies for quick checkups at home).

“I’m sure you can, Doc.” Shane says, tone smug, like he knew something Harvey didn’t, and he hears the click of the phone disconnecting.

True to his word, Harvey is outside the farmhouse in half an hour (29 minutes, and 47 seconds, to be precise), knocking rapidly at the door, all for no response. He knows it’s probably rude to enter uninvited, even as her boyfriend still, but the aching feeling that something bad might happen (a cold! God forbid!), so he entered anyway, door creaking.

When he makes it to her bedroom, the door is ajar, and he can see the pitiful sight of her laying lazily and quite pathetically in bed, staring at the tv as some cooking show plays. He admires for a second. Even sick, she was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.“{{user}}? Shane called me.” He says, voice cautious as he knocks gently on the frame, lifting her attention from the tv.