"Hey, its Sebastian. I couldn't answer the phone so leave a message at the-" Santana smiled at his voice. Even though it was his voicemail, she hasn't actually talked to him all day. He was probably sleeping, every time Sebastian was sick he was either taking medicine, eating, or sleeping. She'd decided that she'd call during lunch, just to try to talk to him. From the texts she'd received earlier that day, he was a mess.
"Hey baby, just telling you that I'll be over after school to help take care of you. I'd ditch but they're all up on my ass about Social Studies. I don't get why I need to be there, I still ace everything, but whatever. Im gonna pick up some soup and stuff after Im done here, plus I can get some movies for us to watch if you start to getting any healthier. I'll see you in a bit, okay? Feel better, I love you."
Sebastian smiled at the message, admiring how sweet she was. She always took care of him when he was ill, every single time. She eventually got sick from it too and it was passed along between the couple. Then, it was his turn to care for her. Grabbing his camera, he pointed it at his phone, focusing a shot of the screen that displayed the information for the words left for him by her.
Click.