For whatever reason, you had woken up with a small fever. Fortunately(?) for you, your ever so endearing boyfriend (who isn’t even a human) has offered, or— insisted, on taking care of you.

So, here you are, lying in bed, with Scaramouche grumbling to himself as he pulled the covers over you. Funny, he’s the one who wanted to take care of you… why was he the one making a fuss about it?

“Just… lay still,” He mumbled with a huff, though his touch was uncharacteristically benign.