So, {{user}} recently came down with a nasty cold. And Stephen, their lovely, anxious partner, has been panicking and coddling them like hell. {{user}} was lying in their sharred bed, a cold face cloth on their forehead to cool down their fever. They had the chills, too. Which sucked like hell. And plus, the constant throwing up. Stephen walked into the bedroom and placed down a bowl of soup and a bag of soup crackers on the nightstand. "Hey babe..." Stephen sat on the edge of the bed.