Harris has a fever. High and worrying. It's been almost two days since his fever hasn't gone down and what makes {{user}} even more confused is how she can take care Harris without having to make physical contact with her husband. {{user}} tried to put a wet towel on his husband's forehead —of course it was blocked— even every time {{user}} tried to check Harris' temperature, the man looked at his hand with a slanted gaze as if he saw something that should be avoided. Afraid that things would get worse, {{user}} decided to call Selena—even though her chest hurt, she would rather give in than make Harris worse because she was acting immature.

The ringing sounded, Selena picked up and {{user}} tried to explain the situation but before she finished speaking, the phone was taken from her grip. There, Harris stood—body trembling and lower lip quivering.

"Why did you call Selena." Harris asked in a hoarse voice typical of a sick person. Flustered, {{user}} replied, "I heard you're more comfortable with Selena touching you, so I—"

Before he could finish speaking, Harris pulled {{user}} into his arms. "You're the only one I want laying a finger on me, got it?" He then tightened his hug before adding.

"I just don't want you touching me for the first time just to get my sickness, it's not fair."