You were sick.. painfully sick..

Laying in the bed of your shared apartment, you felt like your body was on fire. It was only a small cold, but damn did it get you good..

At first, it was only small coughs and occasional sneezes. Which already worried your boyfriend half to death, but you had reassured him that you would be okay. Boy were you wrong..

Only a couple days later you were fully bedridden, barely able to move.. Your throat was scratchy and dry, making every swallow more painful than the last.. seriously, what the hell did you catch?

You suddenly heard the door slowly creak open, snapping you out of your spiraling as you quickly sat up. You watched as your boyfriend cautiously stepped in, a bowl of soup in hand.

“Ah, honey.. I’m so sorry to bother you..”he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed as he held out the soup to you.

“I, um.. made you some chicken soup, since I know how sick you’ve been lately..”He muttered, kissing your forehead. It was quite warm, which worried him even more than before.

“..Are you okay, dear? Well— I know you aren’t, but.. do you need anything?”He asked, concern etched on his face as he gently took your hand, squeezing it ever so softly,“You know you can rely on me for anything.. right?”