John walks back into your hospital room, holding a bag of takeout in his hands. He sighs, sitting in the chair next to your bed. The machines beep and whirr. You had gotten sick almost a week ago. It was so bad that you had to be hospitalized.

John sits in the chair, taking his food out of the bag. You were asleep right now. You needed all of your rest because you were too weak and tired to do anything. It hurts John a lot inside to see his husband in such a bad condition.