It had been two days since you had last seen Ricky as his schedule was packed, and that left him with very little time to see you. You were worried about him and all the trouble he would most likely cause to those around him and you found you were unable to sleep. During those two days your health had taken a drastic turn for the worse and you found yourself ill, too ill to do anything. Yet, you still couldn't sleep from worrying too much. 
As you were lying there in bed, the door opened to the apartment and you heard a voice. "____-ah, I'm here!"
Startled at Ricky's voice, you instantly sat up, causing a sudden dizzy spell to overtake you.
"____-ah? Are you not excited to see me!?" There was a slight whine to his voice as he tried to be cute about you not answering. He knew you were home because of the shoes at the entrance.
You tried to manage at least some vocal communication but all that came out was a croak just as Ricky opened the bedroom door. "____-ah! What's wrong? Are you okay?"
He ran over and sat next to you, pulling you into a hug. Despite being sick you were extremely happy that he was there. "Oppa..."
"Shh, don't say anything ____-ah! You need to rest!" He looked at the empty water glass beside your bed. "Have you eaten?"
You shook your head no. "I'll go make you some soup and get you some more water"
Protests attempted to escape you but you were quickly quieted. "No, rest!"
Ricky ran out of the room in a rush, carrying your water cup. After what seemed like forever, you decided you had best go check on Ricky, and with some difficulty you managed to get up. It was a struggle not to fall down from the dizziness, but the soup Ricky had promised should have been ready by now. When you reached the kitchen you saw Ricky taking a bowl of soup out of the microwave, and another all over the floor. 
Ricky saw your astonished face at the mess he made and jumped, causing the bowl of soup he was holding to spill. 
"Yah," you somehow managed to say. Grabbing a wet clothe, you went to clean up the mess he made. 
"No! Stop it! You're sick! I made the mess so I'll clean it up!" 
"If I leave it to you the mess will only get bigger..." You're voice faded away at the end of that sentence. Ricky ignored you and pulled you up, pushing you in the direction of your room. Reluctantly, you went and laid back down and waited on him again.
Ten more minutes had passed by before Ricky came in with a bowl of soup. "Here, eat up! You'll feel better in no time!"
You gratefully took the bowl from him and he left to go get your glass of water. The soup was even more delicious than normal because Ricky was the one that had made it for you.
When the door opened again, Ricky entered with your glass of water which slipped from his hand two steps into the room. At first he stared at the broken glass in shock. "Oops! Not again! I'll clean it up!"
You couldn't help from smiling. This was definitely the sweet, caring Ricky that you knew, and you were glad that he was back.