Two updates in two days... what is happening?! I hope you like this chapter though. I've not even read through it, so any mistakes are rightfully mine. The idea came to me and I couldn't resist writing it.

"Hey, love," Tom said, sitting on the side of the bed in his childhood bedroom in his mother's house. Sybil was tucked up beneath the duvet, feeling guilty that she and Tom had come all this way for a holiday and she had come down with something bad enough that she felt she couldn't join his large family for dinner. "Are you feeling any better?"

Sybil shook her head lightly. She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers in his.

"I'm so sorry Tom," Sybil said.

"What for?" he said. "You can't help being ill, can you?" He stroked her hand to comfort her.

"I know," she mumbled. "But we've come all this way, and your whole family is here, and I've only met your mum and your brother."

"There'll be plenty of time to meet them in better circumstances, love," he said softly.

Sybil sighed.

"Are you hungry?" Tom asked.

Sybil shook her head.

"Well, dinner will be ready soon. I'll save some for you so that if you want any later, you can have it."

"Thank you," she smiled a weak smile.

"Okay," Tom said. "Well, how about you stay here, try to stay warm, read a book maybe, get some sleep."

Sybil nodded with a smile.

"I'll come up again and see how you're feeling after dinner."

"I love you," Sybil muttered.

"I love you too," Tom said, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before disappearing off downstairs.

Tom returned after nearly an hour, and Sybil was still awake.

"How are you feeling, love?" he asked, perching on the side of the bed as he had done before.

"Crap," she said bluntly.

"Eloquently put," Tom laughed. "Everyone said they hope you're feeling better soon."

Sybil smiled at that. "I wish I could meet them," she said.

"We're here for another week yet," Tom said. "With any luck you'll be feeling better by the weekend and we can organise an outing with everyone."

"I hope so. If the rest of your family is as lovely as you, I'd love to meet them."

"They're alright, but I wouldn't say they're quite as good as me," Tom said cockily, making Sybil laugh. "Did you manage to get any sleep?" he asked.

"No," Sybil said with a sigh. "I'm so used to sleeping next to you that I find it really hard to get any sleep when you're not lying next to me."

Tom smiled. "Why don't I come to bed then?"

"No, you can't!" Sybil said. "Everyone's downstairs. I thought you were going to watch a film? Don't bail out just because of me!"

"Sybil, no one will mind. They've spent all of dinner telling me to go and keep you company and asking why I was down there with them when I could have been up here with you," Tom explained. "I promise you they won't mind."

Sybil huffed. "I hate this. I wish I wasn't ill."

"You're a doctor, Syb. You know better than anyone that these things take time."

"I know."

"I'll go downstairs and make my excuses and I'll be back in a moment. I love you more than you know, Sybil." He leant forward and kissed her forehead as he rose from the bed.

Sybil watched him leave the room and marvelled at how lucky she was to have such a caring boyfriend.