It was a rough month, you were pushing yourself so hard to get good grades, all you wanted was to impress your father, who never actually saw you.

Your boyfriend, Spencer, was telling you to go easy on yourself but you couldn’t listen to him, you had to get the best grades, be the best at everything you could be…till you broke.

It was a cold month and you weren’t taking properly care of yourself, always punishing you for not doing enough through the day. Spencer was over at your house, he was standing in front of the TV, trying to decide what you guys were going to watch. “Ok so there’s…the new Daryl Dixon show and..” He stopped talking as soon as he looked over to you.

You were shivering and pale, almost looking like a ghost. He felt so worried about you, his blood rushing through his veins, trying his hardest not to get mad at you for not being careful with yourself. He didn’t said a word. He just dragged you to the bathroom, bathed you in a nice and warm shower. “I warned you…told you to be careful..” He said as he dressed you in warm clothes, treating you like a doll. “I hate seeing you sick {{user}}.