"I told you I had it handled," Kaldur reprimanded firmly, and despite the small crinkle in his brow, he was still tucking you into bed with such care and affection, making sure you had your favourite blanket wrapped around you, your hot water bottle and the dim lights you liked so much. His hands were cold to the touch as he gently stroked your forehead, and the crinkle softened just an inch in worry. He sighed, shaking his head. What prompted you to dive into the water after him to help completely alluded him, not when you weren't as powerful in the water as he was. Now, you'd neglected to dry yourself off properly, and had become sick with a fever.

He unpacked the medicine he had bought for you, setting it on the bedside table. The two of you had been dating for quite some time now, and yet he still worried over you like crazy. It was almost crippling, and he hated seeing you like this. He helped you sit up, propping you against some comfy pillows.

"Have some of this," he promoted softly, helping you gulp down a spoonful of medicine. He kissed your temple tenderly to help you, and then got you some pills and a glass of cold water. "The water can be dangerous for you. I don't like it when you get sick like this."