Your POV
"Ugh" you sigh, after yet another coughing fit. After going on a walk in the rain with Taylor the other day, you had come down with a cold. Somehow, Taylor hadn't gotten sick, so in your best efforts, you had tried to stay away from her, as to not get her sick.
"Hey babe, can I get you some more tissues?" Taylor asked.
"No I'm good." You say, even though you really could use some more.
"Well do you need some more menthol rub?" She asks.
"No, I really don't need anything honey." You say, being stubborn.
"Well it's time for you to take some more medicine anyway so just take this and let me go get some water to wash it all down, okay my love?" Taylor says lovingly.
You take the medicine and while Taylor leaves the room to go get some water, you hear her sniffle and cough. 'I sure hope she isn't getting sick.' you think to yourself. If she is sick, then it was all your fault that she is sick because you'd be the one who got her sick.
You hear a few more sniffles as she walks back to the room with a glass of water and ask "Are you feeling okay baby? I really hope you aren't getting sick, like me."
"Don't worry honey. It was bound to happen. You don't have to keep avoiding me. I'll just take a few days off from work and we can stay here together, okay? Just let me take care of you." Taylor insisted.
"I sure do love you. You know that right? Achooooo" You say, followed up by a sneeze.
"Bless you my dear. And I love you too. Now can I lay down here with you?"
"Only if you cuddle me." You reply with a small smirk.
