“Babe, can you get me some tea too pretty please?” I call out to you with a raspy voice and squeeze my eyes shut at my sore throat. Gosh, if this flu doesn’t go away soon, I don’t know what I’ll do actually.

During the 2 years we’ve been dating, I’ve always been the one to take care of you when you were sick. You know, making you soup, massaging your shoulders and lots of cuddling.

I’ve barely had time to be sick with all the touring and recording new albums. So, when I got some break from touring, I of course got the worst flu I’ve ever had. It’s my 3rd day with a high fever and I’m only laying in bed, being completely useless. I wish I could help you around the house, and it breaks my heart that I can’t. But, you of course insist that you should take care of me. And I mean, I can’t really complain.. I’m being spoiled.

“Oh and some cough drops please” I mumble before I cough, causing my throat to sting. I pull the blankets further up and shiver.