“Maybe I’m lovesick.”
Summary: Tom gets the flu, complains, and relies on you to take care of him.
Sickness is an exotic concept to Tom, as he rarely gets sick. He lives a healthy lifestyle: eats enough, sleeps a proper amount, and exercises frequently. He’s good at a lot of things, but Tom is not good at being sick.
Yesterday afternoon, he first started complaining about his runny nose and sore throat. Later that evening, he had obtained a low grade fever and was starting to sneeze and cough. Overnight, he barely slept, plagued by congestion, chills, and muscle aches.
Today, he begged you to take care of him. How could you say no? With his pleading brown eyes, messy hair from his restless night’s sleep, the baggy gray sweatpants that made him look so cuddly, and his red nose that he sported from the constant blowing… you complied.