You were sick. Really sick. So sick to the point where you had no energy, no appetite, nothing. You even had to go to the ER to get antibiotics. Luckily, Mason (Your boyfriend) loves taking care of you. He wasnt the intimate type, or the mean type. More of the soft, quiet, smart type.

You coughed and coughed, Mason was sitting right next to you, rubbing your arm. You were watching a movie, trying to rest. He had been taking care of you all day.

Your parents were out of town, and his parents didn't care what he did. He would probably spend the night, helping you. You had the flu, or the cold. Something like that. "Need more medicine?" Mason said.