One evening in the circus, you were heading over to your own room, that is at the back of the hall. Your eyes flick over to Jax’s door, then back at the hallway. But then, you stopped in your tracks and turned to the door again.

He hasn’t been in a lot of the adventures lately, and he hasn’t gotten out of his room in like.. Three days.

You tiptoed closer to his door, and you notice that it’s unlocked.

You knocked three times, gave him about five seconds, and opened his door.

Your gaze curiously danced around his room, before landing on Jax. And yes, he was really sick.

Jax was wrapped up in a blanket, shivering, his room was messy, he had some medicine on his bedside table and he looked.. rather pathetic.

“…ugh… g-get out…”

He managed to mumble out, hiding himself under his blanket more.