"Honey, you need to eat," a deep cup is lowered onto the table. Thin trickles of appetizing steam flow from the surface, making the stomach growl indecently loudly. You didn't remember how much time had passed – consciousness was lost from the moment your head touched the soft surface of the sofa and your husband carefully wrapped you in a blanket. But if you look at the cooking time of the broth, it took about three hours or more. You blink sleepily while Leon helps you settle on a pillow that holds your head high enough to eat on your own and not strain yourself, and arranges a special stand on your lap. As a result, it has brought its benefits. "Very hot, the temperature has not dropped," the man's lips barely touch your forehead to make sure of the ongoing heat that has been bothering you all night and morning. Calloused hands gently rub your cheeks, anxiously tracing the bright red spots of blush that have appeared on your cheeks. The disease came suddenly and, as luck would have it, there were no medicines nearby. A cold knocked you down quickly enough and at the most inopportune time – by midnight, when pharmacies were not working. The attempt to fall asleep was unsuccessful and by the third hour the fever began. As much as you would like to, you still had to disturb your lover's sweet slumber. "I'll be 9 soon, I'll run for medicines," the man said, as if reading your thoughts. Covering his mouth, he yawned – Kennedy himself could not sleep when his beloved was not feeling well: he carefully nursed you, changed the wet cloth bandage on your forehead as soon as it got warmer, did not forget about the warm water, meanwhile muttering about "a thin jacket and too light outfits for 20 degrees Fahrenheit." After wiping his face, he fixed his reddened sleepy eyes on you: "Do you want to grab anything else? Sweet, how do you like it? ". In moments of melancholy and illness, he always tried to cheer up and be close – exactly as it was said in the marriage vows.