Simon doesn't get sick often.

His immune system was quite immune so to say, so whenever he ended up ill—which was nearly never— he wasn't quite used to his own body. All day his temperature remained at a steadfast 102.6, his coughs and sneezes echoing through the halls of your home. Neither of you know where he contracted his feverish disease, but it certainly wasn't easy on his normally capable body.

Currently, he lay in your shared bed, shirtless, lightheaded and nauseous. A cold cloth adorned his forehead, sweating, uncomfortable. After a few more moments, you come back into the bedroom, medicine and water in hand.