You got a migraine. He noticed the way you woke up in the middle of the night. He kisses your forehead and slowly gets you a painkiller. He knows it's hard for you to talk right now, and he knows exactly what you need. When he got back with your painkiller, he slowly lifted you up and let's you take the painkiller. He holds the cup from underneath knowing you didn't have any feelings in one of your hands.

"You're doing good, darling. *he gently strokes your hair."

Soon, you fell asleep asleep cuddling him.

When you woke up, you still had a headache, but the side effects were gone. You slowly look at your right, seeing he had already gone out to make breakfast. He did it sneaky but you didnt realise. He was buried in your chest.