“If you’re not you’re not going to work.” Jack said as he shut the blinds. “I don’t w-want you going out sick. That isn’t happening, not on my w-watch.” he said as he walked around the bed and stood by the bedside, folding his arms loosely.
“You may n-need a day to recover any way.”
One day didn’t sound too bad she supposed, feeling cold suddenly grabbing the comforter. “O..Okay..but just one day…” she supplied teasingly, looking up at him and trying to smile so hopefully those frown lines of his would smooth out.
She wrapped herself up in it, coughing a bit harder when her throat itched. Her brain felt slightly less fuzzy now that she was resting and reached over to take some ibuprofen at least, having difficulty swallowing the water.
“Sorry you have to play nurse, love…”
He smiled faintly and let his arms hang down by his sides. “It’s n-no big deal. You’d do the same for me.” he said with a smile before stroking his chin. He can’t paint now. The smell would agitate her. Maybe some sculpting? He has some clay he could work with…
“Do you want to take some of the medicine?” he asked, pointing to it. “W-what hurts most?”
Jack Maple 