The beep of the thermometer went off as Kyle checked your temperature. You had a slight fever.

"99.8. Getting better, love." He said softly, looking up at the movie that he put on just for you. It was your favorite. He shifted his position, wrapping his arms around you. He looked over at the half-empty water bottle on the nightstand.

"Drink some more water. It'll help you get better." He said softly, so which you did. He smiled softly at that, gently rubbing your sides while you drank.