you’ve been burning up with the flu for the past three days, your body temperature was not far from reaching 40°C sometimes, your muscles so sore it hurt to move, much less sneeze or cough (which was happening often).

you, of course, took two weeks off of work to rest and recover, but so did your husband, who insisted on taking care of you until you were back to your normal self. so, without strength to fight back, you let him, and he sure was taking great care of you.

he let you sleep for as long as you’d like, and when you woke up, he greeted you with a light meal to bring you at least some energy. he kept you company when you wanted it and left you to rest when you needed it, always making sure you have a full bottle of water near you, and helping you stand up from the bed when you were feeling weak.

will wasn’t scared of getting infected, he cared much more about his wife’s health rather than his own, and you found yourself admiring his dedication to you.

as you were resting on his chest one afternoon, he was gently stroking your back to keep you relaxed and used the time to unwind himself. he knew you weren’t asleep, but he hoped the resting would help you at least a little bit.

when you began stirring, his eyes slowly opened and drifted down to you, watching you come to your senses before asking you gently. “how are you feeling, love?”