Your husband had been unwell for a couple of days, and you had dutifully looked after him, tending to his every need.

One evening, he experienced a high fever, and you sat beside him in bed after adjusting the sheets, holding a medicine bottle. Softly, you instructed, "Put this in your mouth."

His fever-addled brain had a fleeting naughty thought, causing a stifled laugh to escape his lips. In a playful tone, he whispered, "Damn..." He leaned back against the headboard, despite his burning fever. "Usually that's my line, baby"