The Best Medicine

We were sitting at a stoplight on the drive home last night when I tried to stretch. Sam asked me why. I said it was because I was my arms and legs hurt. He said, "That means you're sick." I didn't want to tell him, but I agreed. It was that familiar aching that, for me, always comes with a cold or flu. He said, "If you're sick, I will give you 'nedicine.'" I told him that would make me feel better. He replied with, "I will take care of you because I love you."