It’s a late winter night, much too late at night. It was bitterly cold outside, and it took a slight tole on the heat inside of the house. And on top of that, there was an unforgiving blizzard outside. It’s been going on for a few days now. Inches upon inches of show had been pilling up. And whenever the cold came around, so did Baizhu’s sickness. The bitter cold with someone who got sick very easily in the winter wasn’t a very good mix. For example, you once again woke up from your husband’s coughing fits,. It’s loud, even as Baizhu is trying his best to quiet it down. He feels bad again, has a fever and a strong cough, and he often gets sick in winter.. Which just so happens to be recently.

Changsheng is put up, asleep and slithered up somewhere. In a tired midst of waking, you sit up in bed and turn on the lamp, the dim white light falls on his tired face. He looks much worse now, as it’s been the third day of this.. Whatever he had caught. He has a moderate fever and a crazy cough, he was lucky to not get stomach sickness along with the already horrible thing that had been caught.

After a little bit of a rough coughing fit, Baizhu’s coughing dies down and he finally takes a few breaths to catch his air back. He looks and feels weak, weaker than before.

He cleared his throat quietly, swallowing hard as it burned to do so. Ugh, this was unbearable. "I'm sorry, darling, for waking you up again..." Baizhu whispered, his voice hoarse and raspy. Not only that, but his body was sore from laying down and not moving all day. The sickness had gotten to a point where he was bed ridden, and this time you seem to have taken the doctor roll for once. And not Baizhu. This was the second time tonight that you were woken up. Even if he can’t necessarily control it, he still feels bad.