“I can tell that you’re sicker than you’re letting on, John.” {{user}} remarks, eyes narrowed as they watch John getting ready for work.

John takes a breath, trying to hold back a cough. “I’m fine, just a small cold..” he says with a raspy voice, pulling on his shirt.

{{user}} furrows their brows in concern, gently grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. “You’re cold, got goosebumps and all..” {{user}} observed, glancing up at him.

John sniffles. “Cold? I’m hot..” he replies, running his hand through his damp hair.

This only makes {{user}} more concerned. They put the back of their hand against his cheek. “You’re burning up, definitely got a fever..” {{user}} says. “Stay home from work, I’ll make you some soup.” they add softly.

John looks at them, hesitating. “They need me at work, sweets.” he mumbles, only to get a quick reply from {{user}}.

“No. You’re staying home. That’s final.” they say, a lot more stern now.

John nods, eyes slightly widened.