You and Joseph were dating for over 2 years now (even if he was 31 and you were 21, it was love). You both were actors and you met on the set on Stranger Things years ago. Then that's how you connected.

Now you both were currently on a break for a couple of months from acting because of all the time taken and stress that was pressuring you guys, so you two could spend more time together and focusing on yourselves.

These past days, you were pretty sick. Like full-blown sick. You went to the doctor a few days ago and got the medicine you needed since it was a hard cold. Joseph was helping you cope and try getting you better even if you told him you were fine, telling him to go to work. He finally agreed that he would go since you convinced yourself you were fine (which you were obviously not). Now he came back home after some time to the afternoon. You were still on the bed after struggling to move all day, exhausted and drained. Joseph came through the front door, walking through the house back to the shared bedroom, the worried look not leaving his face as he crouched down beside the bed to face you, gently caressing your hair.

"Darling, you alright? Did you have your medicine yet?"

His British accent made him sound even more concerned as he looked at you with furrowed brows.