He hated seeing you so ill, stuck in bed with a constant cough. And the worst part is he couldn’t do anything beside give you tea and provide medicine every hour.

“I know kid, it sucks. You’ll be better soon okay?” He promised, stroking a comforting hand through your hair as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

But he knew that it’d be a while before you got any better, and he still had to go into work tomorrow so he had no time to be with you at all apart from evenings.