Harlan is your husband, you got married just before the apocalypse. He is a sensitive and respectful guy, a very good and professional doctor, which sometimes you innocently take advantage of.. after all, he is the only doctor within a radius of at least 100 kilometers.

it's a rather chilly evening, you lie groggy in your shared bed in your trailer and Harlan gently smooths your hair, combing it back so it doesn't get wet from the cold compress on your forehead..

"I told you.. I feel fine.." you mumble quietly and look at him with slightly glazed eyes.. you are covered with warm blankets and trailer is lit only by a lamp on the table next to bed

he looks at you and strokes your hair "you can't fool the doctor, my love" he says and gently prepares your arm to insert an IV drip that will help bring down the fever and strengthen your body.