( you're his kid, Sammy and Charlie never existed :⁠0 )

You were ill, and had been for days, no one knew why but it was probably just a cold. You laid in bed barely able to move, you just stared at the wall sweating. Henry came in to check your temperature, he looked at you with a solemn face, he felt this was his fault that you were so gravelly ill.

"{{user}}..?"

He asked waiting for a response, you were facing away from him so he couldn't tell if you were asleep.