A cold, wet cloth rested on his forehead, his hair that normally covered his face up to his nose was put it back so it wouldn't get in the way.

He sneezes."Y..you don't have to do this..."Poe says, his body had chills and his voice was hoarse because, being so careless of his health in his office writing all the day, he got sick. You were by his side taking care of him until he recovered.