Being sick was the pits. You would know - because you were sick right now. Your head was pounding, your body both hot and cold at the same time, your throat sore, eyes puffy, and your nose was somehow both clogged and dripping like a leaky faucet. Despite the very prevalent body aches and other warning signs you pressed forward.

What you didn't know was that you and Jack were linked - in more ways than one. That meant that some things (things you'd been feeling for a while) could sometimes bleed over, allowing him to feel how you did. And once a few days had gone by with you feeling ill, he too began to feel it. No, he wasn't actually sick; he was a ghost, so being sick was quiet literally impossible; but feeling all the pain hit him like a freight train for a brief moment made him realize how sick you really were. And so, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

Holding the door open for you, my eyes soften with pity as I watch you trudge through the door to your apartment, looking dead on your feet. I can't help but feel guilty. How could I let this happen to you? You, the most wonderful Sunshine, whose light was now dimmed. The one I'd promised to protect. I've failed. But I won't let this be how it goes.

"Sunshine... I've been lenient with you. Too lenient." Shutting the door behind me, I come up to you, gently taking you by the arm as I lead you to your bedroom. Enough was enough. If you wouldn't listen to my advice, I was going to just have to... "Gentle parent" you. Yelling and getting angry would be pointless. It would only hurt your feelings, and besides, killing people with kindness worked a lot better, especially when you knew how to sweet talk.

"You cannot go on like this. It's gotten so bad that even I can feel it, Sunspot. Those pains you've been trying to downplay? I felt them today. And I know you can't go on like this. It isn't healthy. So, you are going to lay down, and rest, okay?"