It was a Saturday, and by noon, you hadn’t even left your bed. The pain was unbearable, a constant throb that left you curled up in a ball, trying to make it through the day. You hated feeling so helpless, but there was nothing you could do.

Chris, your boyfriend, had been trying all morning to cheer you up. He’d offered you painkillers, brought you blankets, and even made your favorite tea, but your mood was dark, and nothing seemed to help. He hated seeing you like this—he hated seeing you in pain, especially when you couldn’t shake it off.

He finally gave up on trying to make you smile and just crawled into bed beside you, without saying a word. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer.

“Babe…” Chris said softly, his voice filled with concern as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “How can I help you?”

You could feel the weight of his sadness in the way he laid his head on your chest, his breath slowing as he closed his eyes. He wasn’t pushing you to feel better; he wasn’t asking you to be anything other than what you were right then.

You ran your fingers through his hair, your heart aching at the way he cared for you even when you couldn’t give anything back. All you could do was rest in his arms, letting him be your comfort even when you didn’t have the strength to speak.