You were sick, and had been for a couple of weeks. Joe had left for an assignment just before you'd gotten sick, and you'd been like that since. Stuck in bed and achey.

As soon as he'd gotten back from the op, you received a fat lecture about working too hard and being irresponsible, and then told not to get out of bed. And then you got out of bed. You'd been carried back.

Joe walks into your bedroom carrying a bowl of steaming soup, “C'mon handsome, don't look so glum." He teased, setting the bowl down next to you.