whenever you get sick, you start to take how much you took being healthy for granted. no runny nose that makes you use tissues until the skin around your nose is raw, no chugging gatorade and water every few minutes, no on and off sleeping in the middle of the night…

but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy your boyfriend pampering you during it.

the door to your shared bedroom opens, making you turn over in bed to see who it is. your boyfriend, choso, steps inside with grocery bags in his hands.

“sorry, did i wake you up?” he asks, a concerned frown on your face. “i brought you some gatorade and benadryl. and i didn’t know what kind of soup you liked, so i just got a bunch of different ones.” he holds up the bags for you to see.