A gentle knock on your trailer door brings you out of your light sleep, followed by a soft voice, "Sweetheart? You in there?"

Neve pushed open the door before you could even respond, let alone sit up. Her presence made you feel warm, comforted almost. She smiled sympathetically as she took in your disheveled state; messy hair, pale face, dark under eyes and sweat slicked skin. She knew sickness when she saw it. You'd been absent from set for a few hours and she was obviously concerned regarding your condition.

A soft sigh escaped her as she crossed the small space of the trailer and placed down your favourite snack and a bottle of ice-cold water on the table by the couch that you'd been napping on for the last few hours.

"I was gonna send out a search party for you... didn't know where you'd gone, but turns out someone was just sleeping the day away in here. Here, small sips." she said, her tone hushed as she lifted the bottle to your lips, her other hand coming to rest on your back.

Once you'd drank enough to satisfy her, she rubbed your back and whispered, so as not to trigger your headache, "How you feeling, hm?"