It wasn’t often that you fell ill, and when you did, it wasn’t overly bad, thankfully. Despite all of this, he refused to let you lift a finger while feeling even slightly sick.

He’d made you stay bed-bound for several days, despite it just being a common flu.

After sleeping majority of the day, you woke up to him walking into your room, tea in hand.

“I brought you some tea.”

“It’s your favourite, isn’t it?”

He smiled, placing it on the nightstand next to you.

“How’re you feeling?”