Tonight, the villa was unusually quiet. You had fallen asleep in the rest area, not far from Jax's room, trying to give your mind a brief reprieve after a long day of caring for him. Suddenly, a loud crash came from Jax’s room. Your heart raced as you jolted awake. It didn't take long for the nurse on duty to be roused as well. 

When you reached the room, chaos greeted you. Jax, his red eye blazing with fury, had ripped out his IV and was throwing anything he could get his hands on. The curtains were torn, a small table overturned, and a chair lay thrown into the corner of the room. His breathing was labored, his face twisted in torment. 

The nurse behind you looked anxious, holding the syringe you needed. But only you could approach Jax without making him more volatile. Carefully, you moved closer, fully aware of the risk. Jax’s head snapped towards you, his blue eye struggling to surface beneath the rage of his red one. "You... don't... don't come any closer!" he shouted, his voice trembling as his body began to shake uncontrollably.