A/N: Honestly, this drabble was just bleh, but the idea of it was very cute. It's also very short, no more than 700 words and the ending was very shitty but I'm willing to overlook it if you are. (;

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"Zander?" Stevie hollered from downstairs as she closed the wooden front door behind her. "Where are you?"

She waited for a reply but got no answer. She tried calling him several times that morning, to schedule their weekly writing session, but gone straight to voicemail each time, which led to her paranoid delusion that Zander was either murdered or robbed, or both, so she had decided that she would go visit him. She knew he was alone, which is why she let himself in, Zander wouldn't mind since his parents were away for business purposes.

As she mindlessly wandered along the grand hallway, she poked her head into the living room and kitchen to check if Zander wasn't lounging around, before she turned to the curved tile stairs.

"Zander?" Stevie said, more cautiously, slowly ascending each step. Usually her boyfriend would've answered by now and the fact that he didn't worried her a little. Barely any sound was emanating from the household, which was far from ordinary.

Zander would often have loud music or the sound of his ukulele coming from his room, as well as the television playing in the background. He usually comes up with a lousy excuse about "forgetting to turn things off" but she secretly believes it is to make him feel less lonely.

When she reached the peak of the stairs, she made her way towards Zanders room and knocked lightly hoping she get a response.

"Zander!" she bellowed, only to be answered by ruffling and harsh sniffling, followed by a sneeze.

Stevie shoved the door opened. In front of her was her boyfriend, layered in a pile of blankets with mountains of pillow behind his head. "Damn, Zander, you look horrible."

"Wow, thanks." He breathlessly mumbled.

"Are you sick?" Stevie smiled down at him, who looks adorable in his sleepy state, she might add.

"What do you think smartass?" Came a quick witted reply from Zander, the usual snarky attitude missing from his voice.

Stevie rolled her eyes. "Look at you," she exclaimed, "it's 3 in the afternoon and you're still in bed!"

"Stevie I'm sick, not oblivious," he sarcastically explained, pushing himself in a sitting position and pulled the covers back to his chest, narrowing his eyes.

She pushed him down back on the bed and gently placed a hand on his forehead, "Damn, you're burning up."

"It's not that big of a deal!" exclaimed Zander, lifting his arms into the air and letting them drop onto the bed next to him in a dramatic fashion. The sudden erratic motion of contact as his arms hit the bed set off a coughing fit inside his chest.

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Stevie allowed herself to walk freely around his house, in search of Advil or really any pain killers.

Once Stevie came back with seven tablets of Advil, she forced Zander to sit up and made him swallow the pills and drink pints of water, which he did reluctantly.

"I hate taking pills."

Stevie rolled her eyes and continued patting his back while he swallowed his fifth pill.

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Stevie was woken by the bed shuffling underneath her. She inwardly groaned to herself and remembered that Zander was still ill and may need her. She slowly pushed her eyes open and was immediately greeted by her smiling boyfriend gazing down on her. She rubbed her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. "What time is it?"

"8:30." Zander appeared to look a lot healthier and his face returned to his normal color.

"Thank you, you know," he states genuinely before continuing, "for taking care of me."

She giggles and nods before tackling him with a hug and a soft "You're welcome."