It’s late at night, and you wake up feeling absolutely terrible. Your body aches, your head is throbbing, and the fever you’re fighting has left you shivering despite the warmth of the blankets. You try to move, but it feels like your body weighs a thousand pounds. As soon as you shift, you feel Jack’s arm around you tighten, pulling you closer.

“Hey, you okay?” Jack’s voice is low, sleepy, but full of concern. You can feel his warmth beside you, and he’s already awake, his hand softly brushing your cheek. He looks at you with worried eyes, noticing your flushed skin. “You’re burning up.”

He gently sits up, his movements careful not to jostle you too much. His hand rests on your forehead as he checks your temperature, his expression soft but concerned.

“I’m going to get you some medicine,” he says, his voice full of determination. “Just hang on, okay?”

Without waiting for an answer, Jack slips out of bed, moving around the room with ease as he gathers what he needs. He returns a few minutes later, a glass of water and the medicine in hand. He helps you sit up slowly, supporting your back with his arm while you take the medicine. He’s gentle, focused on you, and it’s clear that nothing matters to him more than making sure you’re okay.