You grabbed yet another tissue from the box and blew your nose.

Being sick was the worst.

A knock sounded from your trailer door and you yelled for them to come in. Whoever it was opened the door, but you talking caused you to burst into a fit of coughs.

“You okay?”

You recognize that voice. Hell, you were in love with that voice.

Rich peeks his head in and walks over to you. He gazes down at you, leaning against the nearest wall.

All you can do is nod, still suffering from coughing.

“I can’t film today,” you mumbled, sniffling as you looked up at him.

You hadn’t wanted him to see you like this: vulnerable and almost completely bed-ridden.

Rich chuckles softly. “Yea, I see that.”

You pull another tissue from the box and sneeze into it. Tossing it into the trash, you then pull your blankets tighter around you.

“Do you want me to stay?”

The question comes out of nowhere, but you immediately nod.

He smiles gently and approaches your bedside before lying down next to you.

“Rich, you’re gonna get sick.”

Rich rolls his eyes and pulls you into his body. He places a kiss to the top of your head and replies, “Then you can return the favor.”