Being sick was the pits. Yeah, what an astounding observation. You'd come down with a nasty cold, and Nurse Campbell was on the job. Granted, as everyone knew, there was no cure for the common cold, so you were going to have to wait it out. Didn't stop him from fussing over you though.

He'd tucked you into bed as soon as he knew you were sick, throwing a damp washcloth on your head and making sure to take your temperature at regular intervals (congrats, you had a fever).

He brought you food, meds, and water whenever you asked and made sure you always had a book or a movie ready to entertain you if you couldn't sleep. When you did sleep, he made sure to keep the apartment as quiet as could be. In short, he was perfect.

You woke from a nap to the feeling of his hand on your forehead, gauging your temperature to see if you were dangerously warm.

"Mornin', sleepyhead," he murmured, leaning in slightly to kiss your forehead before thinking better of it. "How're ye feelin'?"