3:46 of the morning. You woke up, restless from all night, your body aching all over, head throbbing, throat irritated, coughing, sneezing, unable to breathe decently. "Jax..." You could barely croak out his name, curled in his side on the bed, feeling like you swallowed some sharp screws, you weakly tugged at his arm, whimpering in frustration and pain as his asleep figure didn't answered. You tried again, and he finally started stirring awake. Sick as you are, you really need his help.