You rarely got sick, but when you did, it hit you hard. You have had a fever for the last four days with no sign of it getting better. Thankfully, you had Johnny, your attentive and doting boyfriend, there by your side the whole time.

You were sitting in the bathtub, the water beginning to lose its warmth. Johnny was sitting cross legged on the floor next to the bathtub, eyes drinking in your body, not lustfully, but out of concern.

He took your flushed face in his calloused hands and gently caressed your cheeks with his thumbs. He wiped some of the sweat away from your brow delicately.

“How’s the fever?” He asked softly, knowing that you were in pain.