You had been unwell for a few days now. At first, it seemed like nothing more than the usual ailment that came and went, but it had been enough to leave Sam, your ever-doting boyfriend, deeply concerned.

He rarely left your side, always checking on you, bringing you warm meals and tea, doing everything in his power to help you recover.

This morning, a soft knock stirred you from sleep. The door creaked open, and Sam stepped inside, cradling a cup of what you assumed was tea.

"G-Good morning, love… are you feeling any better?" His voice was gentle, but his eyes betrayed his worry as he carefully set the cup down on the nearby table.