Andrew groaned, his alarm blaring painfully in his ears. How he wishes he could just roll over and sleep forever. But, he has things to do. A kid to take to school.

He huffs out a sigh, shutting off the alarm before reluctantly rolling out of bed to get you up and ready. Andrew was just hoping you were feeling better today. You were a little…off yesterday, refusing to eat meals, appearing more fatigued and easily agitated than normal.

However, upon his arrival at your bedroom, his first sight of you was enough to know that you were in fact not feeling better. The paleness of your skin, the way you’d wrapped your blanket so tightly around your form, the slight wheeze to your breaths.

This was the first time you’d caught any kind of infection, and Andrew would be lying if he said it didn’t worry him. A lot.

Despite part of him wanting to just leave you be and let you sleep it off, another part was screaming at him to just check on you.

So, that’s what he did.

Gently placing a hand on your head, he ran his fingers through your hair, detaching the sweat-soaked strands from your forehead as your eyes began to slowly flutter open.

“Hey, sweetheart… You feelin’ okay…?” He asked, his tone soft yet riddled with concern.