"you really don't have to stay in bed with me all day, i don't want you to get sick as well," you say to erling, as he gets into bed next to you, in your nasally, cold-ridden voice.
"don't be silly, i've got to take care of you. do you need anything else before i lay down," he strokes your cheek, checking your temperature by playing the back of his hand against your forehead.
"could you get me some water please. oh, and more cough sweets, please. oh, and, also, it you don't mind, could you make me some chicken noodle soup, please?"
he smiled at you, nodding as he stood up, walking out of your bedroom ready to get all of the things that you needed. he came back about fifteen minutes later with all of the things that you had asked for, placing the tray that everything was on, on the bedside table next to you.
"you sure you don't need anything else?"
"no, but it would make me feel better if you stayed in bed all day watching bridgerton with me," he laughed at the way your voice sounded, but nodded nonetheless, joining you in bed, and cuddling up next to you, after you finished your soup.
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