Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Jake's Sick☆

[ Jake got sick and Johnnie has to take care of him. (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) ]
[ CW: v0mit, sensory overload ]

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Jake is laying in his bed, he hasn't gotten up at his usual 8:00AM, which is odd behavior. Usually he does, but today, no.

He didn't feel very good. He is laying on his side, his freshly dyed red hair a mess as he just laid there, hardly moving.

Johnnie shockingly is awake. In the mornings usually he's asleep. He's seated downstairs on the couch, he wonders where Jake is.

Glancing outside, the Tesla was still parked in the driveway, and Jake wasn't inside streaming in the car, so he felt a little confused on where Jake is.

Johnnie stands up from the couch and walks up the stairs, heading to Jake's room. He knocks on the door, waiting for a response.

Jake is laying on his side still, his eyes staring around his room. Nauseated as he felt the verge to vomit, but nothing was happening. His body was heavy and fatigued, and his voice spoke up, sounding frail and tired. "Yeah?"

Johnnie opens the door slowly and peeks his head inside, looking at Jake. "You okay, Jake? You're looking a little pale."

Jake groans in reply. Covering his face with his hand when the hallway's sunlight came into the darkness of his room.

Johnnie notices Jake covering his face with his hand and closes the door behind him, turning on the light.

He walks over to Jake and sits on the bed beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, you're sick. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

Jake hissed when his bedroom lights came on. He grunts, "Switch them, too bright." he mutters, because he has other lights that aren't as overstimulating.

Johnnie sighs and stands up, walking over to the light and turning it off. He then returns to Jake's side, sitting back down and brushing some hair out of his face. "Is that better?"

The darkness came back into the room, Jake muttered. "You can turn on my calming mood lights, they aren't as overwhelming."

Johnnie nods and gets up and turns on Jake's calming mood lights, making the room a bit dimmer and more relaxing.

Jake felt calmer when the dimmer lights are on rather than the bright bedroom yellowy light like earlier. He watches Johnnie walk back over to his bed.

Johnnie sits back down and continues to stroke Jake's hair, waiting for him to say something else. He seems a bit worried about Jake, since he's never seen him like this before.

The red-headed male's forehead felt burning hot, Jake's eyelids are halfway open, feeling Johnnie's cold rings against his scalp when Johnnie strokes his red dyed hair.

Johnnie feels Jake's forehead and notices that it's burning hot. He pulls his hand away, worried about how sick Jake is. "Jake, you're burning up. Do you want me to get you some medicine?"

Jake didn't respond now, he was too nauseated from the fever and fatigue. He just stared at Johnnie with a sickly expression.

Johnnie sighs and stands up, walking out of the room and heading to the bathroom. He grabs some medicine from the medicine cabinet and fills a glass of water.