Being sick was never fun for anybody, especially not you. And when you did get sick, like you were today, you’d typically force yourself up and make yourself do things. However, when Cash discovered had a fever and cough, he prevented you from leaving the bed.

“you don’t need to be doin’ nothin right now, precious. you should be resting.”

His cold, skeletal hands pressed against your burning face, the cool feeling putting you at ease.