Isaac comes back with a bottle of water and NyQuil, he sets both onto the side table before he sits on the edge of the bed.

He sighs, pressing the back of his hand to your cheeks and temple. “You’re burning up,” he says, his voice just above a whisper.

Isaac leans forward and presses his lips to your clammy forehead, pulling back to offer a weak smile.

“Need me to get you anything?” He asks, gently petting your cheek with his thumb, he has a worried yet loving expression on his face