Jason's hands hovered awkwardly over you body, a look of mild panic on his face, "Do you need anything, tea? Food? A heating pad?" He didn't know what was talking about, he was really just spouting words in an attempt to find something that would help.

Jason was a little surprised when he found out you had fibromyalgia, though as he thought more of it it made sense, the random pain complaints, the migraines, the dizziness and brain fog and tiredness.

It made a lot of sense actually, and he was surprised he hadn't figured it out earlier.

However, the exact way he found out was when he found you throwing into the toilet and hardly being able to pay attention to anything. He nearly called for help when you complained of such difficult pain and dizziness that you felt like passing out, but quickly calmed down when you explained (with great difficulty) what was happening.

At the same time, he was no good at taking care of people, even more so when they're completely miserable in the middle of a flare up. He's a vigilante, not a nurse!

Still, he tried, for you. It was the least he could do, and he couldn't in good conscience leave you alone, not like this.