“I’m used to taking care of horses, not people.” He said, his voice trembling with anxiety.

You had a sore throat and a stuffy nose and he was acting like you were dying. You couldn’t help but laugh at how silly he was being.

He was treating you as if you would shatter any second. He placed a box of tissues next to you and let out a sigh.

“Don’t die on me.” He mumbled.