Apples & Foxes

Comfort (Evajacks)

A/N: someone suggested this at the perfect time because not only have I just started to fully shut down, I've got COVID for the fourth time (I know, amazing). I look like a corpse and feel like one but on the plus side it's given me inspiration SO enjoy this comfort chapter— you better 👿— I'm joking, love you all xxx

"You look awful." Jacks tells me as he walks through the door, finding me curled up on the couch, a fur blanket covering my legs and not my arms because I'm freezing and hot at the same time, holding a stuffed animal I've not had since childhood, waiting for death. Call me dramatic all you want.

"Thanks." I say sarcastically, coughing the moment I do.

"Fates, Little Fox, you seem rather sick." He says while hanging his cloak on the hooks near the door.

"Really? I-" I sneeze and it feels like my heart is in a boxing match against my lungs. "- Hadn't noticed." He's been gone for a few days, and in that time I've managed to catch some disease.

"Hold still. I'm not trying anything bad." He says as I try to squirm away from him when he kneels down beside me and reaches out his hand. Jacks rests the back of his hand on my forehead and I think I actually moan because of how cold he is— I feel like an inferno judging be the way he flinches and pulls his hand away.

"Yeah— high temperature. LaLa came around yesterday and said I have—" another violent cough. "That I have a disease that's been going around."

"Is it fatal?" He asks, staying on his knees so our faces are level.

"I don't know. No one knows enough about it— but LaLa says I'll probably be alright within the week, since I'm young and healthy and what have you." I lazily wave my hand around, every muscle aching. Either delusion is part of this, or I swear I see Jacks' jaw tighten.

"You'll be fine." That didn't seem aimed at me. More at him, talking about me.

"I know." We both just stare at each other for a few seconds in silence. I start coughing and I think I might pass out— it feels like I'm not getting enough air. I hardly ever get sick, ever since I was a child, it just isn't something I do. Well, until now I guess.  "I'm fine. Thanks for ask— Jacks!" I shout when he literally picks me up, one arm under my knees and the other under my shoulders, the fur still wrapped around my lower half.

"Yes?" He asks while stalking towards the stairs.

"You'll get sick from being near me."

"I don't get sick, love." He says, making sure I'm stable before walking up the stairs and to one of the bedrooms. He gently placed me in bed, disappearing out the door before I can say anything.

"Thank you." I mumble when he comes back with a cold glass of water, what I think is a pain-revealing tonic, and an extra blanket in case I get cold.

"C'mon, drink this." Jacks tilts my chin up and puts the rim of the tonic against my lips, making my drink. I sneeze, making my eyes water. He reaches a hand up and wipes away a tear from under my eye, weirdly comforting. I start to feel really hot again, flushed and sickly and just— well, ugh. "You're burning up again." He says, a look of concern on his face.

"I'm fine— I just— everything's too hot, or too cold, but mainly too hot..." I mumble, absentmindedly playing with his shirt. Jacks seems to think for a second before walking around to the other side of the bed. I feel him lay down behind me, pulling me close with his arms around my middle. I sigh and lean my head back, humming at how cool his skin is.

"Try and sleep, Little Fox." Jacks says, kissing the back of my neck warmly.

A/N: thoughts? Xx