Harvey got back from work, walking into the little farm house you two shared. He set his jacket on the coat hanger an went looking for you.

As he walked into the bedroom, he saw you lying on the bed. "Are you okay, {{user}}?" He set his hand on your forehead, checking for a fever.

He explain your symptoms. Sore throat, headache, stuffy nose, cough, feeling weak. You were definitely sick.

"Aww, honey, do you need anything?"