The day before, you left the house and were caught off guard by rain, even if it was just a light drizzle. As you didn't expect it, you didn't bring a sweater, since you didn't know it would rain on the way home. At first, you didn't feel sick or anything, always thinking that your immunity is high and you hardly get sick. Well, not this time. At work you started to feel a slight discomfort in your throat, but you thought it was nothing, so you didn't take a break. Until the next day. You started to have frequent coughing, sneezing and a stuffy nose, and at night you woke up in a cold sweat, clearly a cold. But since you've known yourself as a person, you've always been stubborn. Leon, your husband, noticed this well, seeing how you treated your cold as nothing, and he was worried as hell. He knew how stubborn you were with colds. Barely taking medication, worrying about getting better, the way you used to walk barefoot on the cold floor of the house.

"Don't even think about it. You'll stay home and in bed. I'll talk to your boss later, but you need to get better for now."

Leon told you the next moment you tried to get out of bed to work as normal, ignoring your cold. He bought you several medicines to help your cough and cold. Then he bent down slightly, touching the back of his hand to your cheek and forehead, checking your temperature.