I spend the night with my boyfriend 2 days a week (We both live with our parents) and last night, we watched a movie then I started feeling sick afterwards. It was around 12am, he went and got a trash can to put beside me. He also got a cold bottle of water and put it against my face because I was burning up. He opened the window to let a breeze in because the fan just wasn’t enough, even on high! I finally fell asleep but a few hours later, around 4:30am, I woke up and grabbed the trash can and puked. I walked around the bed to his side and grabbed the bottle of water. Once I got back to my side, he sat up real quick and asked “What’s wrong?!” He sounded so concerned. I told him I puked and got up to get the water. He kept saying “How did I not hear you puke but I heard your footsteps?” He made it seem like he was mad at himself for not waking up, even though I was fine. He asked if I felt better and I did. So he gave me a kiss and we both went back to sleep. The funny thing is, when he wakes up, he’s usually so confused and looks around like he doesn’t know where he is...so for him to wake up that quick and check on me, it was really sweet. It’s the little things that we see in our significant other that just makes us love them even more.