Being bedridden wasn’t fun; you had work to do, and laying under the duvet with an ice pack on your head was cartoonishly embarrassing.

You’d woken up a couple days ago with a fever, Leorio had insisted you not go to work that day but you were a hunter- the money was far too good to pass up.

However, as Leorio predicted, that fever had devolved into an even worse sickness, leaving you completely exhausted and unable to move.

As your boyfriend, Leorio made sure to take good care of you. But still, he couldn’t help but be a little smug about the situation— he studied medicine, and you’d still brushed off his advice.

“I did warn you.” Leorio hummed, gently wiping your forehead. Even despite the proud, ‘i-told-you-so’ tone, it was clear he cared for you. You were sick, he wanted to be a doctor, and boy was he good at it.

“But you insisted you could work.” Leorio stood up from his place beside you on the bed, “do you want some soup? I’ll go make it now?” He offered, eyes soft as he gazed at you sick form.