A/N: I've kind of nicked this from my other domestic fic because I wanted to get the ball rolling on this. Some parts are the same but others I've changed. It's my next "big" fic and is multi chapter.

Disclaimer: Do not own EastEnders or the characters. Nor do I make profit from this.

Warning: Start fluffy but be warned .. chapters get much darker

Rating: PG12? (Currently)

POV: Syed's
Setting: 2013 – Chryed have moved away and have been together for 3 years. Flashback chapter further on :)

Appreciate feedback and reviews :)

I groaned quietly, as I felt a cold flannel pressed against my forehead.

"Babe, you're burning up again" Christian's voice rang out through our flat.

"It's cold" I moaned quietly.

The flannel was removed, I felt a hand reach down and touch my forehead, I opened my eyes blinking against the bright light which pierced through me.

"You're way too hot Syed"

"I know I am" I chuckled quietly instantly regretting it as I felt my tongue scratch against the roof of my mouth.

"Here have some water" He stepped out from behind her holding a glass of water. Upon noticing it, I realised just how parched I really was.

I never took my eyes off him.

"Drink up Syed"

I struggled to sit up on the soft mattress. I felt his hand slip around my waist supporting me. I steadied myself on his arm, while he bought the glass to my lips with the other hand. I sipped the water gratefully allowing the water to rush through my body, immediately quenching my thirst. I looked up at him as he pulled it away. I felt my breath catch in my throat at his concerned face.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

"Are you hungry"?

I grimaced at the thought of food. I couldn't hold anything down with this virus.

"Not really"

"You need to eat something"

I pulled a face registering the churn in my stomach.

"Did I ever tell you that I was a nurse in a former life"?

"Only about 20 times"

"Could have given Mother Teresa a run for her money"

I rolled my eyes at him before closing them. I settled back into the mattress

"I just need some rest, I'll be fine in the morning I promise"

Instead of a reply I felt a hand reach down and stroke a lock of hair from my eyes. I opened my eyes again smiling at him. The look of love on his face was clear to see. I felt my stomach do a small somersault.

"I love you".

I smiled back at him.

"I know you do"

I watched him as he stripped down before joining me on the bed. I went to cuddle up in his arms. I felt rather than saw him pull back. I looked at him quizzically.

"You're riding a temperature close to 37 degrees. Anything more and I'll have to take you to hospital"

"And what has that got to do with cuddling"?

"Well, I'll probably raise your temperature"

I pouted at him, as his eyes searched my face.

"You do that anyway"

He smirked at me.

"I'll make it up to you when you're better"

"Promise"?

"I promise".

I smiled into the chaste kiss. Leaning back onto the bed, I closed my eyes. It felt weird not to have his body next to mine. Once this fever went, we'd be back to normal. I knew it.

A minute later I felt his hand entwine with mine. Smiling, I fell asleep.