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I woke up feeling absolutely terrible. My head was pounding, my stomach was churning, and I could feel the nausea creeping up on me. I groaned and tried to get out of bed, but my body felt so weak. Then I felt a hand on my back, rubbing gently.
"Hey, babe, are you okay?" Sam's voice was filled with concern as he kneeled behind me and held my hair back as I threw up in the toilet. He stayed with me until I was done, then helped me up and walked me back to bed, tucking me in with the softest touch.
"I'll be right back, okay? I'm gonna get you some medicine and something bland to eat," Sam said, his eyes filled with worry. I nodded weakly, feeling grateful for his care and love.
When he came back, he brought me some crackers and a glass of water, along with the medicine. He sat beside me on the bed, spoon-feeding me the crackers and making sure I took the medicine.
"Thank you, Sam," I managed to muster up a weak smile, feeling a bit better already.
"No need to thank me, love. I'll always take care of you," he said, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. He was the big spoon, wrapping his arms around me protectively as I drifted off to sleep, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.
I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up, Sam was lying facing me, his hand stroking my back soothingly. I smiled at him, feeling grateful for his presence.
"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "How are you feeling now?"
"Much better, thanks to you," I replied, snuggling closer to him. "But how about you? You look a bit pale."
As if on cue, Sam's face paled even more, and he suddenly sprinted to the bathroom, throwing up just like I did earlier. I felt terrible seeing him in that state, knowing he caught my sickness.
I got out of bed and followed him, kneeling beside him as he continued to throw up. I rubbed his back like he did for me earlier, whispering words of comfort and reassurance.
After he was done, I helped him back to bed, just like he did for me. I got him some water and medicine, tucking him in and making sure he was comfortable.
"Looks like it's my turn to take care of you now, huh?" I said with a soft smile, sitting beside him and holding his hand.
"Guess so," Sam replied weakly, but his eyes held a spark of gratitude and love. "Thank you for always being there for me, even when I'm at my worst."
I pressed a kiss to his forehead, feeling the weight of my love for him in that simple gesture. "I'll always be here for you, Sam. No matter what."
And so, we spent the day taking care of each other, nursing each other back to health with love and patience. We laughed through the sniffles, cuddled through the chills, and held each other close through the tough moments.
In sickness and in health, Sam and I were a team, always there for each other, always supporting each other, always loving each other deeply. And as we fell asleep that night, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that there was nowhere else I'd rather be than by his side, in sickness and in health, forever and always.

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𝐇𝐢 𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑𝟑𝟑