Keegan opens the door to your home, anxiously throwing his bag down in the door way.

He’s been deployed for over a month, finally allowed to return to you. You’ve been married for three years now.

When he walks up the stairs to your shared bedroom, he finds you practically paralyzed with illness in bed. You’ve been extremely sick for over a week but didn’t want to worry him with it.

“Babe, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” He asks worriedly, immediately walking to you.