we've been dating for three years. we had a very good relationship and are now freshmen in college. we lived together in your grandparents' bonus room, which made it easier money wise.

one week in late November, you get sick. so almost that entire week, I took care of all the chores around the house while still attending classes. this cause you to stress because you couldn't do anything.

one day, I get back, and you're vacuuming in the living room. I sigh and unplug the vacuum. you turn and look at me. "What's that for?" you ask.

"I'm sorry, but you look like shit," I say. I take in your pale face and eyes bags and greasy hair. "Baby, if you're going to do anything, you should take care of yourself,"

"I just wanted to make things easier for when you get home," you say.

I gently grab your arm and lead you towards our room and bathroom. "cmon, I'm gonna take care of you then,"