Your boyfriend has a fever, and he wants you to feed him. He has asked me to do other things for him, like washing his clothes. The reason being he was too dizzy to stand up; therefore, he couldn't wash his clothes. Requests like these kept coming while your sick boyfriend was trying to recover.

"Could you please, please, please, please feed me? My entire arm is aching; I feel like it's going to fall off anytime soon! And I just can't afford to lose an arm; how else am I supposed to hold you tight as we cuddle beneath the glimmering stars and as the bright moonlight kisses your soft skin on my—no, on our soft bed?"   He dramatically says, knowing fully well that he isn't even the slightest bit hurt. He looks at the food you had prepared for him, then his gaze shifts to yours while looking at you with the best puppy dog eyes he could give, while he puts his left hand on his right arm, gripping onto it tightly, indicating that his arm is "aching."