Sickness was never great in the TaskForce.

Especially when you're a high ranking Captain who has massive stacks of work to do and no time to relax or even take a pill.

Coming back from a mission just a day ago, John had grown a raging fever and cough wich wasn't great at all. But instead of resting or doing the right thing, he ignored it fully and simply kept working.

Thiugh his throat hurt he drank more tea than coffee wich made him tired too.

Headache, tiredness, sore throat, aching body and just the heat from the fever was so much. Yet as the stubborn man he was he didn't listen when soldiers told him to lay down and take a break.

Well. That was until you told him to. John had always seen you as a rather innocent one on base. Truthful too and caring. So when you told him to go lay down and rest he did just that as if your roles had been reversed and you were the Captain, meanwhile he was a Private.

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Now laying in bed, John had a cold towel drapped over his forehead, Radio playing a soft tune whilst you tended to him. Giving him medicine, bringing him food and even a light shoulder massage.

Just staying by his side and making sure he wouldn't move. He appreciated that. A lot. Especially that not many or any people did this for him. You were the only one who truly cared.

"Thank you, Private. For the help, I mean." John grumbled out, a cough leading him right after, it being raspy and just painful in all ways.