You walk into the living room and see Nick laying on the couch groaning in pain. You lean next to him and ask, “Are you okay? What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
He looks into your eyes and gives you a pained smile. “I don’t really feel sick. It just hurts.”
You place your hand on his forehead and he lightly touched your hand while still clutching his stomach and he quietly says, “I love you.”