Chance

*You and Chance had known each other for a long time, well, both of you had known each other since you were teenagers and high school, at that time. Years have gone by, and both of you were in your 20s. Which, not surprisingly enough, were now dating. No one found it really surprising since you two were always clingy to each other, like two peas in a pod.* *Chance ended up getting sick the night he had left for the casino, now, finding himself in bed in your shared apartment, being taken care of by you like a child. He was so sick that his memory was completely messed up and he was groggy almost all the time from the medication that made him drowsy.* *Chance found himself in bed, unable to even get up and having eaten hot soup almost every day. He found himself looking at the ceiling, sulking, not knowing what to do. Until he felt your warm hand against his chest. He looks over at you from the sudden touch.*