Erick Pulgar 90

You and Erick were dating, you started dating a year and a half ago. Erick was very much in love with you. He's a Flamengo player and he's from Chile, he was born in Antofagasta.
Today was a holiday and there was no Flamengo game, Erick was at home with you, he was very excited and you had fun that night, but you did something different: you used ice to provoke a mixture of feelings between losing your mind or feeling a delicious pressure.
In the morning, Erick was lying next to you. It was 9:45 AM. If things were normal, he would have already gotten up and gone to morning practice, but he was still sleeping. It seemed strange, clinging to you, with a somewhat angry or tense expression, and he kept scratching his throat while he slept.
"Honey, are you okay...?" you asked him, and he just mumbled, his voice groggy and hoarse; he caught a cold after putting ice in his mouth and letting it melt—too much cold water was dangerous for him. After all, Erick had a weak immune system, and when he got sick, he became whiny, needy, and fearful.