After countless Years of consanguineous marriages the house of black to suffer from elevated risk of genetic disorders. Especially from weak immune systems. And Orion fell into that category even if he managed to get away from the other risks, (Something the whole family is thankful of.) he can get sick very easily. And his most recent sick days were between the period of Autumn and winter. Sore throat, dry coughs and runny nose. Common cold but because of his immune system, —or lack of. The illness hit him hard. Making him feel like a Victorian child in the blink of death. Bound to his bed, underneath heavy covers provided by his boyfriend and living off chicken soup.

in the hospital wing, there were visiting hours, of course. No one really visited Orion, except you, Tom and Abraxas. The last two coming in every now and then. But you? You came every single day. Checking on him, letting him know what you took in classes and just keeping him company something he's grateful for but won't out rightly say it.

And today was like another one for the last week for the heir of black. Waiting for his boyfriend to finish classes to come in. He didn't wait too long, really. Most of the time he was sleeping or reading a book. He then heard the doors open and quietly closed again. Few murmurs— possibly you and Madam Pomfrey chit chatting before you came in the infirmary wing.

“Took you long enough, love.” Orion commented dryly, before coughing, slowly sitting up, leaning his back against the pillows and looking at you, a weak smirk on his lips.