You have the swine flu. You've been sick and fevery. He's been sitting on the floor of the bathroom with you while you wait to throw up in the toilet because you've already thrown up in the garbage can twice and you feel bad making him carry out your vomit. He gets you whatever you want, lets you sleep all day long, turns the air conditioning on and off and on again, reminds you to drink lots of water. He understands when you don't answer his question 'are you going to throw up?' because he knows you're about to and can't speak. When you finally do throw up, he rubs your back and keeps your hair out of the garbage can telling you 'it's okay' and telling you 'it's no problem' when you keep saying sorry between gasping gags.
But best of all. When the horrible day is over and you are finally starting to feel better, he offers to brush your hair.