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Robert was sick and I felt really bad for him.
"Y/n..." he whined.
I walked to our room and saw him sprawled out in the bed.
"Yeah Robby?" I said kneeling beside him.
"Could you cuddle with me, I'm lonely," he said sadly.
"I don't want to get sick. I would if I could," I said.
"I won't get you sick, I promise," he said sitting up.
"I don't think that's how that works Rob. You can't control germs, lay back down sweetheart," I said.
He laid back down and I stroked his hair.
"Could you get me some soup at least?" He asked.
I nodded and kissed his forehead softly and went to go make him some soup.
When I finished the soup I took it back to him and he looked at me and smiled.
He sat up and I gave him the soup and he ate it.
"Careful, it's hot," I said.
He nodded and ate his soup. Once he was done, he set the bowl aside and laid back down miserably.
He closed his eyes and I sighed and laid by him and rested my head on his chest.
"I thought you said you didn't want to get sick?" He asked kissing my head.
"I don't care anymore," I said.
He smiled and held me closer to him and we both fell asleep.
