Sick. That was the word of the day for you. Straight up sick, feeling nothing else. Zubin was helping you out, trying to make you feel better because he cared for you. Zubin was currently kneeling beside your bed, taking your temperature so he could get an idea of how bad it was right now. He knew that getting sleep was the best thing for you and your sickness for right now.

“Ohh,” Zubin muttered after he took your temperature with a thermometer. He patted your head while he stood as a sign of affection. “No good…You need anything right now?”