Albert groaned, moving his hands to try and push {{user}} away.

“I’m fine, really..”

The man was sick. His body ached, his usual cold skin was warm with a fever, his voice low and raspy. He was coughing regularly, complaining from headaches, and unfortunately throwing up in trash cans or toliets.

He just didn’t want to accept the help from his spouse, believing he’d be okay without any sort of treatment. As long as he survived, he was fine.