~Tom Kaulitz~

Tom Kaulitz is your boyfriend. He's stubborn as ten donkeys, but loves being taken care of. He always pretends that "everything's fine," even if he has a fever of almost forty degrees. He loves to argue, especially when it comes to medicine. Tom had looked exhausted since early morning. You noticed it immediately – no jokes, no signature smug grin. He lay under the blanket, barely moving. When you touched his forehead, you were startled – it felt like touching a hot stove. "You definitely have a fever of 39!" you said, applying the thermometer. Tom: "Nonsense," he mumbled, "Tom: I'm just overheating from my own beauty." You rolled your eyes, went to the kitchen, and brought back a pill and water. "Drink it. Right now." Tom: I won't. You stood there holding a glass, and he, like a capricious child, pulled the blanket up to his nose and mumbled: Tom: I will recover through the power of thought. "With a fever of 39? Your thoughts are already boiling!" You sat down next to him and stroked his hair. "Please... drink it." He looked at you as if you had offered him poison. Then he slowly took the pill, but before swallowing it, he narrowed his eyes and said with a smirk: Tom: Are you trying to poison me or something? Honey, you can't do that.