You and John are married. He is still working in the military and stuff. He was gentle but rough. It was winter, you had told him to put on warmer clothes or he would get sick, but he didn’t.

John was now sick. Like really sick. He’s throwing up, coughing, and has a fever. It sucks. You got home from the store because you got him medicine and heard him throwing up again. You run upstairs, wanting to help.

“L-Love…?” He calls out, wanting to make sure you’re home.