Describe a time someone cared for you when you were sick

West Nile
I stare at the wall and see nothing. Time has no place here. Not in this agony. It's endless. Torment meant to break the human soul.
There's a knock on the door before my fiance enters. I try for a smile, but it comes out as a grimace.
His hair is a tangled mess of curls on one side, like he ran his hand through it a thousand times. The other side is flat against his head, with a hat line just above his ear. His blue eyes are bloodshot and have dark circles under them. His button down cotton shirt is wrinkled, like he slept in it. One side of the shirt is tucked into his jeans, showing he wears no belt. His socks are mismatched, a toe peeking out from a hole on the left one.
He rushes to my side and takes my hands in his. The warmth of his skin is comforting. I didn't realize how cold I was until he touched me.
"How are you?" His voice is hoarse.
"Better than you." I wish I had the strength to lift my hand and run my fingers through his hair.
He gives me a weak smile. "I just got done talking to your mom. She said your fever has gone up to 104 this afternoon, and they're trying to cool you down with cold, wet socks and wash clothes." He motions toward the one on my forehead before flipping it over to the other side. The cold is shocking. A shiver takes over my body. "You haven't been able to keep anything on your stomach, you've been in bed all day, and you haven't even gotten enough strength to walk to the bathroom on your own."
It's practically the same the report he's given me for the last five days, minus the fever. That varies between 102 and 103. But today is topped 104. My brain is swollen, taking my life with it. 
I can feel it. The pain in my head worsening. My limbs becoming weaker. My muscles disintegrating. There's no strength left in me. I'm dying. And I know it. The fact that I know I'm dying doesn't make it any easier. It only makes me feel worse. Worse that I won't be able to experience the rest of my dreams. Our dreams, I realize as my fiance looks into my face.
"Are you thirsty?" He motions toward the cup full of water on my nightstand.
The thought of taking a drink makes me stomach ache. I close my eyes.
"Do you want me to hold you?"
I open my eyes and give him my answer.
His arms are strong, wrapping me into a cocoon of muscle. His chest is solid as it presses against my back. His life force is palpable.
A shake rumbles up from his chest. At first I think he's laughing, until I hear a sob break through his lips, which rest next to my ear.
"Don't leave me. Not yet." His arms tighten around my waist. "I've finally found you. Please stay."
My eyes burn, but I'm so dehydrated no tears surface. I squeeze his hand with the last of my strength and close my eyes, turning my world into blackness.