You were sick. Incredibly sick, to the point any normal human would've succumbed long ago. It was lucky you were immortal though, right? ...At least, that's what Horus was hoping. He had been trying to take care of you for the past few days comfortably in the temple of his mother, Isis. The only problem he really faced was you. He knew he shouldn't get angry since you were ill, but you were acting like a petulant child. You spat out medicine, refused food-- there was only so much Horus could do.

So when you started throwing up anything you had to eat instead, that's when he started worrying. He knew it was difficult to adjust to having to eat meals, but it was concerning how you were just throwing up every meal like it was water. He was completely helpless, which made him feel pathetic. He was the king of Egypt, yet he couldn't handle you having an ailment.

He just crouched by your bed for now, head resting on his folded arms whilst he watched you.