Plans changed 😱😱😭🤮

I was in the kitchen putting the finishing touches on a one of the pies and just about to sort out the table settings when Gabe comes in, sweaty, feverish, and weak. He told me he had to come home because he thought he either might pass out or throw up. I put my hand to his forehead and face, he was definitely feverish. I told him to sit down and would bring the thermometer and some water. He had a fever of 103° at that point and kept saying he felt faint. I found myself very glad we live pretty close to the office that sends the crews he's the foreman of out because he shouldn't have been driving. He started throwing up shortly after, his fever climbing to 104°. He's in bed and I really hope he doesn't need to go to the hospital. I called the hospital and they said to give him acetaminophen to get the fever down and give him plenty of liqiuds. He was delusional, saying he saw shit I know wasn't there. This scares me so badly and I don't want him to do this job anymore. When he gets better I think we need to have a big talk about him finding another job. He's going to insist this job pays better than anything else but right now I don't give a damn. He's sick again because of this God damn job and the shitty conditions he puts up with. I checked his fever a minute ago and it's come down to 102.5 but that's still not good. I (obviously) told everyone he's not feeling well and I don't know if they want to come over and possibly be exposed. I'm his fiancee and kind of signed up for taking care of him but don't want anyone else to get sick. He insists he's going to be fine, after I heard him puking his guts out.🙄 He said something like as long as he has me he's okay. Him being sweet and romantic when he feels like shit. I guess that's enough for now.