You groan in pain as you roll over in your bed. You had been sick for a few days and refused to leave your room. Your guardian had been busy with work so they left you to look after yourself, which you were doing a poor job of. Since you were sick, you had missed several days of school. So of course it wouldn't have been long before someone from school would come along to see why you hadn't been there.

The knock at the front door is what wakes you up from your short sleep. You pause on your spot on your bed, just to make sure you actually heard the knock. When there's another knock at the door you know for sure it wasn't just you. You stand up on your wobbly legs and shakily walk down to the front door. You used your hands to feel the wall because your eyes were too sore to open properly.

You open up the door and squint to see your boyfriend standing at your door.

"Geez (y/n)," John exclaims, "what happened to you?!"

"I'm sick." You groan.

"So that's why you haven't been in school." John replies.

You hum in reply, not having the energy to reply properly.

"Alright, let's get you fixed up." John says and walks in, closing the door behind him.

You groan as you leant against John, your head felt dizzy and your face flushed. You feel John wrap his arms around your waist.

"C'mon (y/n), let's get you to the couch." John sighs.

You let out another groan as you pull yourself away from John and begin to shuffle back towards the lounge. You collapse on the soft, plush couch and whine when your head hits the arms of the chair quite roughly.

"Be careful." John mumbles.

He helps you to lie comfortably on the couch. He disappears for a moment before returning with a blanket and pillow. He slips the pillow under your head and tucks you in the blanket.

"Just relax, I'll go and make your some soup." John tells you and kisses your forehead.

You hum and you snuggle into the warm blanket.

You barely notice that John had returned as you were so out of it. You could tell that your face was probably red and you were sweating.

"Okay, open up."

You open your mouth and hum in delight when the delicious taste of the chicken noodle soup hits your tastebuds. Your sore throat felt relieved at the warm liquid that soothed the rough pain in your throat.

You hear John giggle and look up at him. You raise a brow, wondering why he was giggling.

"You're adorable." He smiles.

Your eyes widen slightly and you could feel your face heat up even more, if that was even possible. John scoops up some more of the soup and puts it to your mouth. You open your mouth and allow him to continue to feed you.

Your sore eyes close and you lay back down as John goes back into the kitchen. A moment later you hear him come back in.

"Thanks for that." You mumble, looking up at your dark haired boyfriend.

"No problem." John smiles.

Just as you were about to talk you feel John lift the blanket up and began to slip in.

"No, I don't want you to get sick." You tell him.

"It's fine." John replies and lies in beside you.

He pulls you to his chest so you're practically lying on top of him. His fingers gently weave through your hair, soothing you. Your breathing begun to slow down until you were in a peaceful slumber.