Andrew was already concerned enough when he saw that you were still in bed at the ripe hour of 4PM. So when Andrew got back from a walk to the coffee shop, and he saw you were still in bed, he climbed under the sheets with you.

“Hey, baby….you okay?” Andrew asks softly as he cuddles into you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist. He goes to press a kiss to your forehead, but he finds that the skin on your forehead is practically burning hot.

“You’re sick aren’t you, sweetheart?”