You laid in bed, absolutely dying.. Though you just had a cold.. Your boyfriend has taken on the role of being your caregiver, making you food, getting water, making you take medicine..

Speaking of medicine..

“B-Baby.. I brought you m-medicine..” Toby says, walking in..

“No- No-“ You start, as he walks over with it..

“Yes, co-me on l-love.” He says, trying to make you take it..