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I woke up drenched in a pool of sweat and quickly kicked away the covers, only to see Cole on the other side of the bed looking at me with a blank expression. He was lying on his side, his head propped up by an arm with his phone in the other hand.

"How are you feeling?" He asked and I was about to nod my head when I looked into his face and shook my head instead, pouting my lips as I began to shiver. I watched with a bit of guilt as his eyes widened into saucers and he instantly got off the bed, making quick work of getting out the drugs. I could not remember the last time I had been taken care of so well; large hands playing with my hair as I drifted in and out of sleep, hourly temperature checks, routine towelbaths. Fortunately, his actions helped as my joints were better now but surely, it was not a crime to just pretend for a while longer. Right?

I focused my attention on him as he dropped the pills as well as a bottle of water on the duvet and then climbed back in. He placed his