Bryce was curled up on the couch, groaning. He was sweating but cold at the same time. He shifted, kicking off his blanket before pulling it back up, shuddering.

He perked up slightly when you walked in, carrying a grocery bag. You were still in your work close. Bryce tried to give a weak smile, but coughed. You frowned slightly. Bryce had gotten a cold since that night in the rain, taking time off work mentally killed him, even more than actually working. But it was his bosses orders.

"Hey... How was work?" He asked watching you set down the grocery bag on the counter. You have a shrug as you walked over to him. Bryce let out a little cough when you put your hand on his forehead.