"Dumb man..." Philip quietly sighed when he looked down at you laying in the bed. Last night you got out of the house without a jacket on, and got a cold.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the man hidden under the covers. He already put the medicine on the bedside table, and now just watching you.

After a while, he just layed down next to you, looking at the ceiling. "Take the meds." He said, nudging you gently.