youd been sneezing and sniffling all morning. hair missed up, a runny nose. headache pounding through your skull, not to mention throwing up into a basin next to you. clearly unwell. you weren’t even sure how you got so sick but whatever it was it was ripping through you like a tidal wave. it was horrible. a miracle your boyfriend remy hadn't caught the same sickness yet. doting on you like a man gone smitten. which wasn’t far off from what he was, he’d drop to the floor as soon as you said ‘down’ if you asked him.

he was spending his time making you meals, bringing you medicine, goodies, a warm place to cuddle up to (the warmest place conveniently being his chest according to him), keeping you cozy and company. holding your hair back when you threw up, endless kisses. carrying you whenever your body ached. to him you were the top priority. hell he even wandered around in a kiss the cook apron incase you happened to suddenly crave something. being so careful with you. his usual rowdy personality dimmed a little, leaning into be more romantic.

“remy knows it ‘urts sha. but cmon yah gotta drink up.” he said softly, holding out a glass of water to you. two painkillers in his other hand. pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “you take da painkiller, remy gon’ make you..aaaaah.” he pondered for a moment. “some soup..or gumbo. da spice’ll clear yah sinuses. oui?” he purred softly, giving a chaste kiss to your lips. “cmon. itll make da headache chill out.” he tried to coax you, slipping the glass into your slightly shakey hand. “dere we go. yer okay {{user}}, ya okay.” he spoke as he gave your shoulder a rub. letting you swallow the pill down with some water.

“tu es toute bonne chérie. Je t'ai eu. plein de bisous.” he mumbled, kissing your cheeks. your neck, your shoulders. “anythin’ else remy can do fo’yah? anything you want.” he said as he wrapped an arm around your solider. tugging a fluffy blanket over you due to your temperature being all over the place. “too hot? cold?”