Sarah’s quiet, rhythmic breathing was the most amazing sound Techie had heard in hours. Between her lung-hacking coughs, frequent sniffles, and pained whimpers, he had forgotten how good it was to have Sarah feel good, to hear her voice free of despair. He sat by their bed, running cold fingers over her feverish skin and sighed, content. With some rest and more soup from the near-full bowl in his lap, she should be back to normal soon. 

Techie stood up and pressed a kiss to her forehead, stilling afterwards to make sure she stayed asleep. The spoon rattled against the bowl, and thought she shifted and mumbled under her breath, Sarah snoozed on. Good! 

He’d been taking care of her for hours, and while it was his pleasure to do so, Techie was tired too. A quick cat-nap in his armchair and he’d be back to continue caring for the love of his life.