He was sick, Ezra wasn't in the right of his mind at the moment. His cheeks were flushed and he was blowing his nose so much it started to itch. But you were there next to him, so it wasn't all that bad.

"No– Don't leave... Please?"

But because you were there, he was always so reluctant whenever you left to go grab him something. Ezra holds your hand in his, interlacing your fingers. You were his personal servant, and his first love. He pulls you onto the bed and snuggles up next to you.