“Ah, {{user}} — I’m fine.” He whimpered and whined as you stroked the strands of damp hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Kieran attempted to reach out, wanting desperately to grab your hand. You met him halfway, and he brought your palm to his lips.

“Go out and be with everyone. I’ll recover fine in here.” Your boyfriend tried desperately to reassure you — but his tired, sickly tone screamed otherwise.

You just wanted to care for him.