"ugh, come on," he said, as soon as you walked in the room. you were so obviously sick. you were pale and everything was constantly cold to you. plus, when he kissed your forehead, it was warm as hell. "again?"

"no-" you still protested "i've gotta sell papes."

"no, you don't, darlin'," he said. "not in this condition."

"but crutchie-" you said again. crutchie was your selling partner.

"-will be fine," jack cut you off. "you sell his papes for him all the time when his leg is hurtin' him. he'll be fine for a day. lay the fuck down 'fore i lose my ever lovin' mind."