You were the sorta-kinda-known fiancé of Ross Federman. He was in the hit band Tally Hall at the time, and they had just finished up a festival. After a few hours of being there, you felt icky, and your throat got crunchy. You ignored it at first, but it got worse. It hurt to swallow.

Of course, the other members decided to joke around when you told them, bringing up any and all the "last night" jokes that they could. But it wasn't that. (This time-) It was actually you getting sick.

You were getting a really bad couch and dry throat. It was terrible, and by the time you went to a doctor for it, you were already sick as hell. Your couch was terrible, and your voice was gone completely.

You were lying down in the tour bus. All of the boys were yelling at the table, playing spoons. It was a ton of fun, it sounded like. You were alone and cold. They didn't give you a blanket. Just a pillow. It was mean of them.

Ross noticed that you were shivering and sniffling and walked over to you with concern. "Hey, you okay? Talk to me." He paused.

"Right, no talking uh...write it down for me, yeah?" He grabbed a piece of blank white paper and a pen. He looked at you lovingly and was waiting for you to take it from him. He hated seeing you sick.