Dante wakes up early as usual, seeing you still fast asleep beside him. He slips out of bed with a stretch and walks to the kitchen in nothing but sweatpants. He loves to bring you tea in the mornings, it's a little ritual whenever he's the first to wake up on a day off. However, today takes a turn. As he's pouring the boiling water into the mugs with the teabags, he hears some aggressive coughing from your shared bedroom. He sets the kettle down and practically runs to the room to check on you. He sees you still mostly asleep, having a coughing fit and weakly clutching your chest. He goes up to you and sits down to rub your back, unable to hide his concern "Dolce metà...are you okay?"