it's 8pm and you are on the bed, laying down, trying to relax but your sick, very very very sick.

you have low iron and low blood pressure..whatever the doctor told you from the clinic told you.

banhammer was trying his best to help you recover without getting mad at himself or at you, or bringing up the topic that it's all because you kept eating ice.

He walked in the bedroom, holding a tray of soup then placed it down on the table.

"Hey Love, you feeling better?"