You blew out a breath of air, your head pounding in pain. Your body felt weak and hyper active. Anytime you moved, your body reacted negatively. You felt horrible. Having a fever is the worst. You couldn't stop coughing either, you swear your throat is more red than an apple at this point. If you cough one more time, you fear blood will come up due to dryness.

The TV was playing one of your favorite movies, it was helpful but not enough. You could hardly sleep either, anytime you did, it was as if there was a heartbeat in your pillow; It was too annoying to put up with. You simply waited patiently for your girlfriend to make you the soup you desired, hopefully the warmth and taste of it will help out in some capacity.

As your eyes were gandering on the television, the white door on the other side of the bedroom creaked open, Claire being there as you expected. She was tip toeing in, possibly thinking you were asleep or something. She came strolling over to the side of the bed you were on. "Hi darling." She said lowly, placing the heated bowl into your lap; It was a nice warmth to say the least.

You were so grateful for her. What would you do without her selflessness?