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"Apollo, where are you? I'm dying over here."

"Don't worry Ema, I'm not going to let my over dramatic girlfriend die." Apollo answered as he finished rinsing the towel.

"Meanie!" Shouted Ema from their room. Apollo couldn't help but chuckled at her childish insult.

Draping the towel across his shoulder, he made one last inspection - a glass of water, a bowl of chicken soup, a slice of bread and the medicines for Ema's cold. Satisfied, he carried the tray and made his way to the sick-but-otherwise-fine girl.

When he said Ema was being dramatic, he's not entirely wrong. Making herself comfortable with his sweater, Ema surrounded herself with pillows ('since when did we get so many pillows?') and covered her eyes with her arm while kept groaning on how sick she was and how she was going to die, all the while clutching on to her Steel Samurai plushy.

He could crack some snappy remarks (especially about the fact that his wardrobe suddenly became her sick clothes), but what caring boyfriend would he be if he couldn't take good care of his beloved?

Straightening his back, Apollo then put on his worst British accent.

"Pardon the intrusion, Miss Skye. Am I allowed to enter your room? It's time for supper, young miss."

Not even bothered to look at him, Ema groaned again, "Just get in here." However, the very slight twitch at the corner of her lips was evidence enough to tell him that his antics did cheered her up a little.

Sitting beside her, Apollo carefully laid the tray on the bed before placing the back of his hand on Ema's forehead.

"Good news, Em. It definitely gone down since yesterday. At this rate you'll probably get better soon."

"But I don't FEEL any better. Ughh~ this is torture, you know?"

"Of course I do, you poor thing," Apollo comforted as he petted her head, "in any case, I brought lunch. Also, your phone's charged, here."

Propping her back against the bed frame, Apollo then began feeding Ema while she turned her attention to the phone, all of her whines and complaints suddenly gone. Spoon after spoon (occasionally bread when she asked for it), the patient boyfriend dutifully fed his sick girlfriend even though her eyes never left the screen and only her mouth responded to the food that was served in front of her, yet he didn't mind. As long as Ema's feeling better and happy, Apollo had no objections, thus the young couple enjoyed the peaceful silence together.

Once the simple meal was finished and her medicines taken, Apollo proceeded to freshen Ema up. Brushing away the hair on her forehead, he gently cleaned her face and wiped her mouth - making her grunting in slight annoyance in the process as the smiling dork purposefully blocked her view with the towel (the intend was obvious) - before moving on to her neck, arms and feet.

"All done. Now, excuse me..."

"Nooo," Ema protested when Apollo took her phone away, "ten more minutes, please?"

"Nope, you know the drill. Time to rest."

"Being sick really sucks."

"I wholeheartedly agree with that statement. Now, be a good girl and get some rest, ok? I didn't took the day off just to see you get worse."

After tucking Ema in, Apollo then playfully walked the plushy back to its owner, to which she hugged it fondly. Stroking her head, the couple smiled when their eyes met each other.

"Get well soon, ok?"

"With the best boyfriend taking care of me, how could I not?"

'You cheeky girl.'

That's how the loving pair stayed - Apollo sitting at Ema's side and gently petting her until she slowly dazed off to a peaceful sleep, knowing that he will always be there when she needed him.