jake peralta was your best friend. the two of you often worked cases together and when you had joined the 99th precinct of the nypd, he very quickly became the person you loved most in your life.

you had called in sick to work today because you had woken up to a horrible headache, throwing up everything you eat, a blocked nose, a cough, a sore throat, and aches pains all over your body.

jake had texted you to ask why you weren't at work and as soon as you replied and told him you were sick, he decided he was going to go to your apartment to check on you. after work (holt didn't let him take time off to see you), jake headed over to your flat, wanting to make sure you were okay.