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?”
Holding up the bottle of ibuprofen to show she had already taken it, she gave a giggle in a voice unlike her own thanks to her throat.
“Done and done.” And replaced the bottle back on the table. “I just hope I don’t get you sick..now that I..think about it..you have to..sleep next to me like this…”
God she would feel so guilty if he ended up sick because of her. She tried thinking of a solution to it. Maybe she’d need one of those masks or something?
“Try not to giggle.” Jack whispered gently as he made sure the bed was comfortable for her. “We’ll work out h-how I’ll sleep when it gets to that time, okay? That’s h-hardly something to worry about now.” he reached up and smoothed her hair out gently, carefully so he didn’t bother her.
“You rest up. I’ll b-be in the other room if you need me. Here…” he fumbled in a cupboard and pulls out a small golden bell. He rings it. “If you need me, ring this. Okay?” he asked, placing it besides her on the bed.
Jack Maple 