It was getting colder outside. The trees were losing their leaves and the weather was getting more cloudy and wet. Overall, it was the time of year to wrap yourself up, from Thick jackets to mittens and scarves.

Unfortunately, despite several warnings from Alec telling you to wear warmer clothes, you did not do so and ended up with an unsurprising case of the flu. You were bedridden with a sore throat, a cough and a light fever. Alec was kind enough to take care of you, something you didn’t think he would do after his countless warnings.

You were wrapped up warmly in your bed with blankets and pillows and comfy pyjamas, a headache looming over you like a dark cloud and your cough making itself known nearly every other second. Then, Alec entered your room, with a mug in hand and medicine in the other. He sat down on the edge of your bed. “I brought you tea. And some paracetamol.” He said, handing you the mug and setting the medicine aside.

He watched you cough. “You should’ve wrapped up more,,” He murmured, furrowing his brows slightly.