He groaned when you opened the door, immediately covering his eyes with his arm. He had been laying in bed all day, trying to get the throbbing pain of a migraine to lower without success. You walked into the dark room, the only sounds there were coming from the fan and the heavy breaths of Joel's breathing.

"I brought you some soup."

You said quietly, setting the tray with a bowl of soup, water and some painkillers by his side. You sat next to him and brought a hand to his forehead, checking if he had a fever.

"Thank you."

Joel mumbled, not moving from where he was laying on the bed. He had never felt like this before, let alone had to miss work for it.