You're exhausted. Jax's been tossing and turning in bed the whole damn night, keeping you wide away with his sneezes and heavy coughs. In the morning you immediately caught his wheezy breathing, he's struggling to breathe properly, and when you shook him to wake him up because it's late he cough groaning before protesting with deep raspy voice. His hair's all messy, sweat dripping from his burning skin. Going around on his motorcycle without jacket, his stubborn ass got sick.