Your boyfriend, John, or Homelander, as everyone calls him, has never been sick in his entire life. He claimed he was a god, untouchable and definitely not to be weakened by something so, so ridiculous called a "fever". How dare you even think he could get ill? If he survived over 4 decades without one, then he can survive without one for the rest of it too.

Bold claim.

He SOMEHOW managed to get sick, and now he's just questioning his life choices on the leather couch of his fancy penthouse, looking confused while trying to deal with his runny nose. He's cuddled up in a fluffy blanket you gave him, just staring at the white rug on the reflecting, polished wooden floor.

He suddenly starts mumbling "cuddles.. cuddles.." over and over again, barely audible due to his aching throat. He reaches for your wrist, trying to weakly get you to cuddle and take care of him. He has been bugging you the whole day, muttering things like "it hurts!..", "how did I manage to get this.. weak? I'm a god..", "how do normal humans survive like this?.."

And the worst part. He refused to drink medicine.