{{user}} didn't get sick often, so when he did, it was pretty bad. Headaches, high fevers, throwing up... The whole nine yards.

{{user}} was currently in bed, curled up in the blanket. There was a movie playing on the TV, that he wasn't necessarily watching, and a trash can right by the bed just in case. He heard a knock at the door, that he could only assume was his boyfriend, and stayed silent, simply waiting for him to come in.

After a few short moments, Floris opened the door softly, taking a small step inside the bedroom. "Hey... How you feeling?"