Vows weren't just words. They were never just words.
Sabine smiled as she grabbed the wet washcloth and laid it in on her husband's forehead and knelt by his side. It wasn't much or at least didn't seem like much to just stay here with him and help him feel better.
They hadn't gotten married all that long ago, and the bakery was so new that they only had a couple of regulars and word hadn't traveled all that fast. As a side effect, they'd had to have at least one other job to pay the bills and keep the business alive.
Sabine didn't mind the work as she'd been raised to be a hard worker and take care of herself though sometimes they were left beyond exhausted from the work. She couldn't believe that anyone could stop loving someone else due to them being sick as she watched him slowly wake back up.
"Sabine, don't worry about me too much." Tom smiled up at her, and she didn't have the heart to leave him alone and go to her other job. It wasn't worth it, and as soon as she'd realized he was sick, she'd called off anyway and shut down the bakery for the day.
"I'm not going to just leave you." She told him, almost chiding him, though it was a bit on the soft side to really be a reprimand.
"But you have work." Tom told her, stubbornly.
"I know. I already called off this morning." She told him softly, "Just rest up, alright?"
"Did you close the bakery down too?" Tom asked her and though he was sick, she could tell just how much he wished she hadn't.
"I did." Sabine murmured, "It's not the same without you helping."
"I'll be better in a day. You didn't have to do that." He told her, and she saw his stubborn frown and shook her head.
"You rest, and don't worry about it. It will all be okay." She answered, "I promised that I'd love you in sickness and in health, didn't I?"
"You did." He answered back.
"So I'm going to do just that." Sabine smiled, "Besides eventually one of us was going to get sick as we've been pretty healthy since we got married until today."
"But I don't want you getting sick." He spoke up, still stubbornly trying to convince her to not look after him.
"I won't. I'm pretty strong." She leaned against the bed, "Besides, even if I do, I wouldn't want to just leave you. I love you too much to do that."
"Sabine." Tom murmured softly, and she could see just how touched he was, past the tears filling up his warm green eyes.
"I love you." She murmured back as she pressed close enough to give him a kiss on the cheek, not minding that he was sick at all. Nothing could hold her back from the ones that she loved.
"I love you too." Was his answer, spoken so softly, that it might as well have been a short poem.
Sabine snuggled close from where she knelt by the bed and just relaxed; they'd get through this sickness together just as they vowed a few months ago.