For a minute. You did remember calling a bet that Jesse himself can’t get sick under any circumstances.

He himself almost believed it too.

Until he decided to test it. Last night. When the rain was pouring. Thundering even.

Jesse didn’t walk out of his room in a little playful skip for an upcoming new day this morning. In fact, he was glued to his bed. Head pounding and throbbing, his body ultimately weighing him down and his eyelids not bothering to lift.