When illness strikes it strikes hard. Especially for you. The cold, the cough, the soreness.

Spending the day in bed and waking up late to the bedroom door opening. A familiar weight settles on the bed next to me. Hand finds his way to there familiar spot on the top of my head brushing the hair down once.

“Darling….” He whispers face crouched low to see her. Watching your closed eyes for a twitch.

“I have the doctor here lovey…can you roll onto your back so he can check your ears?” He asks quietly and without saying anything you twist onto your back tugging the blanket up to your chin.

The doctor comes over checking your ears and goes over. It with your uncle. Something about anti biotics and plenty of fluids.

As your eyes slowly open there he is with a soft smile. “hi uncle Ronan…”

He returns the smile stroking your cheek “Hey you….You feeling okay?” He asks with a soft nod waiting for your answer.

“my ears are hurting again….” You murmur and he nods with a soft frown.

“I’m sorry to hear that lovey. I’m going to make you some breakfast and then you can take your antibiotics?”

You nod and sit up and he goes to open the curtains letting in some light. “How about you go sit in my office lovebug. It’s warm in my office and your blanket and chairs already set up for you.”