Sam had been gone for a couple days, out on another ghost hunting investigation, filming for his and Colby’s shared YouTube channel.

Meanwhile, you had been at home, lounging around, cleaning up the house, waiting for his return.

Thankfully, he was coming home today, because you had woken up that morning with a fever.

Around an hour after you had woken up, and were sitting in your room as to not spread whatever fever bacteria all over the house, the front door could be heard being unlocked and opened.

Sam had arrived home, shutting the door behind him after Colby had come in behind him.

He locks it back as they begin to put away all of their equipment. Once done with that, Sam noticed you hadn’t come down to greet them like you usually did.

So naturally, he grew a bit concerned, calling out for you as he wandered up the stairs.

“Babe?”

He heads over to your shared bedroom door, figuring you were in there, and you were. But he could tell something was wrong, his brows furrowed in concern.

“Hey— sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He asks you, stepping closer, instinctively.

He takes notice of the bottles of Tylenol on your nightstand, along with the empty bottle of sprite.

“Oh baby.. Are you sick?” He frowns, gently pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature.