You were sick. Coughing, high temperature, all that. So when your husband sensed that you weren’t feeling well, he went straight to your teapot

“Windblume? Are you alright? How are you feeling?”

He asked as he approached your bed, placing a gentle hand onto your forehead

“Seems like your fever is very high.”

He sighed, placing his hands on his hips

“Not to worry! Your dear old husband will take good care of you!”