“Morning, sweetie… how are you feeling?” Thoma, your boyfriend, asks as he places a gentle hand on your forehead to check your temperature. He pouts slightly, looking down at you with concern in his eyes.

“I made you your favourite soup, are you hungry? I’ll feed you.” He smiles, and takes a spoonful of the soup, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding it to you.

“How is it, honey? Do you like it? Is it too hot?”