You felt like crap. Your nose was stuffy, throat was scratchy, you had a fever, and your stomach was upset. You were leaning over the toilet after a puking spell passed when Sam found you. "Hey Y/N," he walked over to you helping you up, "let's get you back to your room,". He walked you back to your room and helped you in bed. He softly pressed his hand to your forehead, "you're warm but not as bad as earlier," he said.
"I'm freezing," you said as you started to shiver. He throws your quilt over you.
"It's a fever," he said, "I'll get you something for it,". He left the room for a minute. He came back with two Tylenol and a glass of water. You swallowed the bitter pills and sunk more into your bed.
"Will you lay with me Sam?" you asked with a cough, "please?". He smiled and climbed into bed behind you. He softly started to switch between rubbing and scratching your back. It was his usual way to help you relax so you could sleep. You soon felt yourself falling asleep. Right before you were out cold you felt a kiss on your shoulder and heard Sam whisper.
"I love you,".