he shut the door softly, a click was audible. the stairs creaked as he went upstairs, coming up to check on you while you had a fever. he approaches you, noticing your sickening condition. you opened your eyes, looking at him as he was still in his suit and tie.

“honey…” he mutters, placing his palm against your forehead. “… it’s okay. i’m here now.”

“do you need anything? perhaps, water or a snack? an extra pillow?”