He had a sneaking suspicion that you didn’t feel as good as you had tried to let on when you gently massaged your temple a little longer before laying down in bed last night. Having been more groggy that you usually were and almost knocking out the moment you laid still. That never happened, and his suspicions were confirmed when he had woke up to a sharp cough that sounded painful even from the outside as you tossed and turned. The light barely peaking through the curtains and hitting your face just right enough for him to see the paleness of your skin, sweat beading on your forehead. A slight pang of worry hit his chest as he gently brought a hand up to your forehead, pushing any hair out of the way as he felt your skin practically burn his calloused palms as he sat up, listening to your slightly labored breathing from congestion.

He slowly slipped out of bed, padding down the hallway to take care of all the morning routines, opting to let you sleep in and hopefully sleep off whatever sickness had taken over. It was a good while until you actually woke up and when he turned his head to see you looking well… admittedly very miserable he placed his coffee mug down, bringing soft hands to your shoulders.

“Awhh, my poor baby, back to bed with you Sweetheart, whatever you need I’ll take care of it.” He assured softly, bringing his hand back up to see if you felt any less warm… you didn’t. “I promise.”