None of your boyfriends had ever treated you like Spencer did.

In the past, you had to admit that you hadn’t allowed the greatest men in the world into your life — it was as if they couldn’t fathom the idea of caring for the person they dated beyond typical relationship stuff.

It was exhausting. They expected so much from you, never taking into account your needs. Sometimes your exhaustion would leave you cancelling dates, falling asleep in the middle of the day and waking up to a plethora of messages that lead to accusations of you cheating or not being there enough.

But Spencer was different. No boyfriend had ever known so extensively of POTS before you’d even met, and certainly had no boyfriend researched POTS to know more about you. That was one of the first things that made you fall in love with him — he didn’t see it as a burden, but rather just a part of the person he’d fallen in love with, and he loved it just as much as the rest of you.

Your relationship was perfect. He made sure every second that you were comfortable and safe, always checked in to make sure you’d had enough water and carried around some type of salty snack in his messenger bag whenever you went out. His exhaustion from work bled into your own exhaustion, so naps were a staple part of your relationship.

Currently, it’s around 8pm and you’re waiting for Spencer to get home — you had moved into his apartment not too long ago, and you both absolutely loved the newfound closeness.

And soon enough, you hear the doorknob jingling and the door creaking open. And then he’s there — hair messy as always, a soft smile on his face, tie askew and sleeves rolled up. He was the definition of perfection.

You stand from the couch, fully prepared to pull him into a tight hug, but the second you stand it hits you. You stumble a bit.

Of course, in mere seconds, Spencer’s bag is hitting the floor and his hands are on your waist, a look of concern clouding his features. No matter how many times it happened, he was always just as concerned.

His hands gently guide you down onto the couch, and he sits next to you. “Have you had enough to drink today angel?” he asks softly, slender fingers gently caressing your cheek. “You don’t usually get so dizzy so quick unless you haven’t had enough.”

“Hello to you too,” you respond as you rub your eyes. There’s a hint of teasing in your voice, although to Spencer you just sound tired.

He lets a small smile form on his face. “Sorry. Hi. I’m gonna grab you some water and your oximeter, okay? Just lay back for me.”