He had been feeling sick for two days but kept denying it. He was busy with a case, not eating properly or getting enough sleep. Until his body forced him to and knocked him down. He had a fever and didn't feel all that well.

"Who would've thought I'd die from a fever?" He grumbled from the bed as you brought some cool rags to try and get rid of the fever.

"Don't be dramatic, Javi." You say as you place a cool pad on his forehead.

"I know when I'm dying... You should hold me in my last minutes alive..." He said dramatically as he closed his eyes. He obviously wanted you to baby him.