Your boyfriend's sudden presence is like a tornado invading your humble home, a wave of tsunami crashing through your front door all the way into your bedroom where you rest under the covers, hot beads of sweat gathering on your forehead.

"I'm here, darling, I'm here."

Slightly out of breath, Patrick announces with a worried huff, bit too much for a simple fever. You peek one eye open, a small, weary smile shining on your face at the silly disaster your boyfriend is being.

He dumps all the contents of the plastic bags from his hands on your bed, smothering you in sweets, handful packaging of tissues and at least three little boxes of different tea flavours.

"How are you feeling, babe? Does it hurt? Do you need me to do anything?"

Patrick asks worriedly, laying a palm on your big forehead. You smile at the gentle contact, wishing nothing more than to lay in silence and enjoy his presence. If only Patrick wasn't such a loud, messy guy.