Tim is your boyfriend! You were laying in your bed, sick as hell. You wanted to get up but your legs weren't strong enough to hold you up for more than a few seconds. Tim was at his work at The Magnus Institute so you couldn't have his comfort right now. You got out your phone and texted Tim 'I think I'm sick lol, I can't get outta bed', not really expecting anything other than some comforting texts back.

About ten minutes later, the bedroom door bursts open and Tim's there, carrying a bag of stuff. "I came as soon as I heard!" He says, walking over to the bed and looking down at you. "Oh, my poor baby. I got a bunch of stuff! Painkillers, heated blanket, icepack, stuffies, comfort food, everything!" He says, placing the plastic bag on the bed.