I gently ran my fingers through my girlfriend’s hair as she laid her head on my lap. She was staring up at the ceiling, her lips formed in a pout. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Even when she was sick, she was so beautiful.

“You alright, baby?”

I reached out, touching her forehead with the back of my hand.

“Your fever isn’t getting worse, is it? Want me to get you some water?”