Jon sat up in bed, ignoring your attempts at keeping him bedridden for the day. He was paler than normal, and he had a fever, his skin was warm to the touch.

"I'm fine," He insisted gruffly, with a strained tone in his deep voice. But you could see through it.

It was winter. A long, cold winter. He most likely caught a chill from the snow. You knew that it would be a challenge to keep him to stay.