will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

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.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“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?”

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“If you don’t fee a-any better by tomorrow I’ll take you to see a doctor.” Jack said gently as he smoothed his hand against her forehead. “Now you w-wait here I’ll fetch you some tissues… maybe a b-box… and a bucket in case y-you need to be sick…”

He went and fetched these items, setting them by the bed. He then gave her another pillow to help support her head, and set some water by the bedside as well so if she was thirsty she could help herself. On top of that he included some pain medication for headaches and fevers.

“Do you want me to close the blinds?” he asked, moving to the window since if she had sore eyes he wouldn’t want to make them worse by having day light shine into her face.

“You..worry too much love..I don’t need a doctor,” she continued to argue, though agreed on the blinds.

Snuggling down into bed, she sighed, earning another cough. God her throat hurt and it hurt to even swallow. She dared not drink the water right now, and she feared even suggesting but tried anyway.

“I’m sure by tomorrow..I’ll be better and ready for work again.”

“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.”

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“That’s quite a temp you’ve got…” Jack said quietly, looking at the reading on the thermometer. “I.. um. Do you think you’re up to seeing a doctor?” he asked since, really, they would know how to treat her properly.

His idea of treating her is making sure she stays in bed, drinks her fluids, eats soup and dry toast, and gets all the bed rest she can but if she’s got something particularly wrong with her she may need medication.

Or medicine.

“Doctor’s again?” she rasped, hating how she sounded. “They were finally..happy to get rid of me..”

Now that she was eating better, they had sent her off with smiles and waves, hoping she didn’t need to go back to the hospital.

“I-I’m fine..” she said, coughing lightly into her sleeve. “Just need..chicken soup..and lots of love?” She smiled at him.

“If you don’t fee a-any better by tomorrow I’ll take you to see a doctor.” Jack said gently as he smoothed his hand against her forehead. “Now you w-wait here I’ll fetch you some tissues… maybe a b-box… and a bucket in case y-you need to be sick…”

He went and fetched these items, setting them by the bed. He then gave her another pillow to help support her head, and set some water by the bedside as well so if she was thirsty she could help herself. On top of that he included some pain medication for headaches and fevers.

“Do you want me to close the blinds?” he asked, moving to the window since if she had sore eyes he wouldn’t want to make them worse by having day light shine into her face.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Open up.” Jack instructed after shaking the small device in his hands. Once she did he popped it into her mouth, under her tongue. “So what… you feel hot a-and cold?” he asked, worriedly. My god, what had she caught to bring all this on? It looked like a bit of everything…

She nodded slowly, face still flushed. “I thinf..” she began around the thermometer, but stopped because it wouldn’t take a proper reading if she moved it.

Once it beeped, she took it out, showing a temperature of 100.6. “A kid at the gift shop..he was sick and came into the store..I must have caught it from him..”

And it didn’t help that she worked two days at all of her jobs like this, probably making it worse.

“That’s quite a temp you’ve got…” Jack said quietly, looking at the reading on the thermometer. “I.. um. Do you think you’re up to seeing a doctor?” he asked since, really, they would know how to treat her properly.

His idea of treating her is making sure she stays in bed, drinks her fluids, eats soup and dry toast, and gets all the bed rest she can but if she’s got something particularly wrong with her she may need medication.

Or medicine.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Don’t worry I’ll put the heater on,” Jack said as he folded up her clothes quickly and set them aside. “a-and put some hot tea and cold water by the bed since you’re burning u-up but you feel cold here, here…”

He barely bat an eye as she got changed, since there were more important things at work right now. Jack helped her back into bed, placing the pillows around her as well as the blanket, and a comforter on top. He checked her forehead again. 

“I-I’m going to go get the thermometer.” he said before leaving into the bathroom.

She lay there, still feeling way too hot, pulling the comforter off her body and feeling the chill of the apartment. Probably a draft? There was such a lump in her throat that her voice sounded raspy so she dared not talk more than she needed to.

She shivered, waiting for Jack.

“Open up.” Jack instructed after shaking the small device in his hands. Once she did he popped it into her mouth, under her tongue. “So what… you feel hot a-and cold?” he asked, worriedly. My god, what had she caught to bring all this on? It looked like a bit of everything…

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He frowned. “Katelynn a-are you all right?” Jack reached and touched her forehead before pulling back, eyes wide. “O-oh my gosh you’re warming up something awful! A-are you sick?? You’re sick!”

He got to his feet, “C-come on get your jacket off you need to be in your pajamas!”

She groaned, not really wishing to move as she slid the jacket off. God she felt cold though.

Her throat hurt too as she tried to clear it, gulping down. “Mmm…” she moaned, standing up shakily to go get her pajamas and try to put them on. “It’s cold though..”

Taking off her shirt and pants, she began to put them on.

“Don’t worry I’ll put the heater on,” Jack said as he folded up her clothes quickly and set them aside. “a-and put some hot tea and cold water by the bed since you’re burning u-up but you feel cold here, here…”

He barely bat an eye as she got changed, since there were more important things at work right now. Jack helped her back into bed, placing the pillows around her as well as the blanket, and a comforter on top. He checked her forehead again. 

“I-I’m going to go get the thermometer.” he said before leaving into the bathroom.

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack had stepped out for a moment to buy some more oil paints from the local art store. Roxy and Stella hadn’t been keen on going out so he’d left them to sleep on the beanbag. Coming home, though, he found Katelynn’s bag on the floor.

“Katelynn?” Jack called as he worked his jacket off and hung it on the door hook. “Are you back?” he asked, picking up her bag as he went and peered into the bedroom to find his fiancee face flat on the bed, still dressed. “K-Katelynn!”

He moved into the room and knelt down by the bed, near her head, resting his own on the mattress. “Are y-you all right…?”

“Mmm..Jack..?” she said, turning around to look at him, face red though for once not blushing.

“Hi…” She looked down a bit and coughed into her hand.

He frowned. “Katelynn a-are you all right?” Jack reached and touched her forehead before pulling back, eyes wide. “O-oh my gosh you’re warming up something awful! A-are you sick?? You’re sick!”

He got to his feet, “C-come on get your jacket off you need to be in your pajamas!”

will-never-be-a-swan:

“Ugh,” Katelynn moaned, walking into the apartment after the photo shoot, the make up still on her face. What a great day to be sick when she had been picked to be behind the camera, her nose running and her face red that they had tried all the make up possible to keep at bay.

She felt hot, coughing and sneezing at times and ruining some of the shots. Luckily the ones that had come out were in her purse as she had wanted some copies to show to Jack.

She was so tired though, barreling through a day at work that all she could do was collapse on the bed and try to go to sleep, not even taking off her coat or shoes.

“Mmm warm bed…”

Jack had stepped out for a moment to buy some more oil paints from the local art store. Roxy and Stella hadn’t been keen on going out so he’d left them to sleep on the beanbag. Coming home, though, he found Katelynn’s bag on the floor.

“Katelynn?” Jack called as he worked his jacket off and hung it on the door hook. “Are you back?” he asked, picking up her bag as he went and peered into the bedroom to find his fiancee face flat on the bed, still dressed. “K-Katelynn!”

He moved into the room and knelt down by the bed, near her head, resting his own on the mattress. “Are y-you all right…?”