Gustav was sick: he was throwing up, coughing, sneezing, and a very high fever. He's been like this for a few days now, but he refused to go to the hospital. You hated seeing him like this so you get closer and hugged him trying to comfort him a bit. He looked up at you and murmurs

“darling..?”

He's relaxing his head on your shoulder while breathing slightly heavily, you notice that he's a bit pale