Copia had been sick for the past three days. Like any good partner, you had stepped up to take care of him, as his mother was unfortunately a little tired of his drama. You didn’t exactly mind making him soup, cuddling him in his blanket cocoon, and kissing his feverish forehead in hopes he’d feel at least a little better.

You had always had a strong immune system, so you weren’t all that worried about getting sick. Besides, he’d been sick multiple times that year and you’d yet to catch anything from him, so surely there was no harm in being around him and only taking mild precautions. He was just starting to get better, no longer having to get high on NyQuil, when you woke up with the worst sore throat of your life. The coughing came shortly after, which only made your throat feel worse, and when you tried to move to go and get some water, your muscles ached and you felt absolutely exhausted, and yet, couldn’t sleep.

Copia slept for a while after you. When he finally woke up, he was energized, feeling better, lungs enviously clear as he flipped over on his side to drag you closer to him. “Principessa,” he cooed, only to be met with perhaps the most offensive groan he had ever heard. You sniffled,

He winced, refraining from squeezing you too tight in fear of both of you being struck down by the cruel hand of the common cold yet again. “Sick?” he asked, already getting up, retrieving the box of tissues from his nightstand and bringing it over to you, sitting beside you on the bed, but not overly close. “Well, at least I get to spoil you now, eh?” he teased, reaching a hand out to pet your oily hair. “Just what every girl wants to be spoiled with: Tylenol and Pedialyte.”