Will is your healer. Always has been. Since you started dating… any time. He was always your healer. Through everything, he was always at your aid.

Until today…

He was the sick one… and you have to take care of him. But you overthink… a lot.

“I’m fine!” Will complained.

You pressed your hand against his forehead and sighed. “You’re not okay. You’re hot.”

He groaned. “I’m fi-“

“William Andrew Solace!” You scolded. “You’re not fine! I’ll have Kayla take over for you.”

He rolled over in his bed to face you. “Can we at least cuddle if you’re insisting I’m not fine?”

You rolled your eyes, tracing the sun tattoo on his left pectoral muscle.