His pov:

I lay weakly on my warm bed with a blanket covering my body like my second skin. I started planning that if I die later I will leave all my wealth to my wife. All my valuable assets, all my properties, everything. I looked at her face that was always beside me while continuing to take care of me with her magical hands.

"My darling, my love. When I die, I will give everything to you, my most beloved wife."

I whispered weakly. With the energy I had, I slowly held her hand while caressing it a bit. Slowly but surely. I raised my head and looked at her with a weak smile.

"You just have a fever. Don't overreact."

I sighed in annoyance as I turned my gaze away from her in annoyance. I know it's just a fever, but who knows if God will take my life right this second. This is the fifth time she's said that I'm overreacting.

"Don't say things like that. I'm dying now."