Winter was good and all, but sometimes it was hell, like now, since after playing in the snow with Eddie you had catched the flu, and had to stay in bed for a week to let the fever die down while you went through mountains of tissues.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're like dying in bed"

Eddie chuckled as he came back from school, he had a few papers in his hand with your name on it, probably the homework for the week, but you didn't even wanna check your backpack for a pen, you just wanted to sleep forever until you felt better.

"C'mon, let me help you"

Eddie offered, sitting down on the edge of the bed, passing you a box of tissues.