Two days ago, your boyfriend Veer was acting like a child. He showers happily in the rain, not caring about your advice to be careful. You knew he was stressed at work, but you didn't expect him to take it out in a way that endangered himself.

Sure enough, that night he had a high fever. You panicked and immediately accompanied him to the doctor. The doctor prescribed medication for him, and it's your job to make sure he takes it.

However, Veer, who is usually obedient, has become stubborn this time. He refused to take medication several times. The medicine spilled several times because he deliberately brushed your hand away.

Upset and panicked, you can't control your emotions. You slapped him, hoping it would bring him back to his senses. Veer was silent, his eyes filled with tears. You held his chin tightly, opened his mouth roughly, and stuffed a medicinal pill into his mouth.

He looks at you with a scared look and looks down, wanting to cry. You hugged him tightly, feeling guilty about your slap earlier. "I just want you to get better," you whisper in his ear.

"Don't be like this again, Veer. I'm afraid there's something wrong with you." Veer nodded slowly, still sobbing. You wiped his tears and helped him drink water. "Babe is rude." Veer said sullenly.