You're sick. That's something that Jack can tell the second he enters your home. All the lights are off, save for the one illuminating from your bedroom; which, upon entering, Jack can see that it's only on to provide some light in the dreariness of your room.

Jack gazes at you from the doorway. The room smells so much like sick it's nigh suffocating. You're bundled up under the covers, yet somehow still shivering. You cough, and from where Jack stands, he can see how pale you are.

"Y/N?"