You were sick. Completely and utterly sick. You lie stretched out on the couch in a pile of tissue, watching 'I Love Lucy' reruns for the last 8 hours while waiting for this 'cold' to pass.
You groaned as you shifted positions and now lie propped up against the cushions. Someone entered the room but you didn't notice because honestly, your ears were plugged. A figure stepped into view and you turned towards it, only to find a smiling Richard Starkey holding a tray of everything you'd need to feel better.
The tray held a cup of Jasmine tea, a bowl of chicken soup, toast, Advil and a vase that held a single rose.
He smiled warmly and sat down next to you and handed you the tea and Advil which, you took gratefully. He then proceeded to set the tray onto your lap; helping you with the soup and toast "Thank you Richie." You said happily "Your welcome my love." He grinned kissing your cheek before heading in the direction of the kitchen.
He returned soon after while you finished off the ...