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You woke up that morning to an empty bed for the first time in the past few months.
You sniffled and coughed, grimacing at the pain it brought you. You tried to get out of bed to look for Damien, but your legs were tired and sore. Just as you were about to try to get up, Damien came in the room holding a tray.
"No, no, sit down. You are not leaving this bed until your fever goes down." You sit back up on the bed and Damien puts the tray on your lap. On it you see a bowl of fruit and a cup of ginger tea. Damien smiles at you and you grin back at him. Before you could even thank him, he started smoothing out the bed and positioning the pillows so that you could be comfortable.
"No, you don't have to-"
"Nonsense. You waited on me hand and foot when I was sick, and as a result you caught it. It's my turn to do the same for you." You thanked him and began to drink some of the tea he made. It burned a little going down but your nose and throat already felt better with the first sip. Damien got the thermometer from the bedside table. You opened your mouth as he put it in, adjusting to the cold metal under your tongue. Those things always made you uncomfortable. He pulled it out and frowned.
"It's really that bad, huh?"
He smiled at you again. "Nothing a day of rest can't fix." He stayed with you as you finished your breakfast, holding a wet rag to your forehead and making sure you had everything you needed. As many times as you told him you were fine, he wouldn't budge. He took the tray back to the kitchen once you had finished eating, instructing you to get some rest. You did just that, feeling much better when he woke you up again in a few hours. It also helped that he was holding a bowl of something that smelled delicious.
"I made you some soup." he said, setting it down on the table with a slight smile. As tired as you were, you found the energy to reach out and give his hand a squeeze as a silent thank-you. He squeezed you back and then took your temperature again.
"Good news is, it's gone down significantly since this morning. Bad news, it's still not where we want it to be. So," he said sitting down on the bed and grabbing the bowl, "open up." He fed you the soup. You absolutely loved his cooking, since it tasted good and was healthy versus the mediocre greasy pizza you and Amanda used to eat.
"Thank you." you said once you had finished, surprised at how much better you felt.
"No problem, my love." he said, bending down to kiss your forehead and walking out of the room for you to get some rest.
For the first time in your life, you were looking forward to the next time you got sick.