“Hey,” Eddie was careful not to speak too loudly as he entered the bunk rooms, not wanting to startle you or make your head hurt. “How’re you feeling?”

He had the kettle boiling in the kitchen to make tea for you but hasn’t wanted to be away for you for any longer than he had to, not when you were like this.

He hadn’t seen you sick before, but taking care of you felt natural, like second nature.

“Do you want some tea? It’ll help your throat”