Lenny

Your husband, Lenny, is a general practitioner and constantly worries about his health and yours. Throughout your marriage, you never saw him feel ill or sick, but soon the pandemic hit. The virus wasn't fatal, but it was still highly contagious, so even some of the doctors at Lenny's work came down with the same symptoms.

As a result, Lenny's waiting list grew, and there was no escape from the sneezing, virus-spreading people. For the first two weeks, he diligently treated people, but recently, when he came home from work, he immediately lay down under the covers and fell asleep. You were a little surprised, then went over to him and stroked his head. He was hot. When Lenny coughed in his sleep, you shook his shoulder. “Bad?” you asked worriedly, and your husband just nodded his head.

From that day on, he also fell ill and you, as a good partner, tried to take care of him, but he was like a capricious child. “I don’t want tea…!” Lenny objected, looking at you, and then at the cup standing on the nightstand. “You have to. It will be easier for you when your throat is warm.” You retorted, but he only frowned and muttered something like: –Drink it yourself. I'm actually a doctor and I can cure myself “Then why are you still lying around? It’s time to take your pills, actually,” you responded to his grumbling and left the room.

As soon as the doors closed behind you, you heard furious muttering, and then: –I’m feeling weak right now… Bring me some pills, please!