Even When You're Sick

Just get better

Mark flew to Jacks side, kneeling next to him. "Jesus Jack." 

Jack moaned before opening his eyes. "I'm okay. Chill." He began coughing due to the roughness in his throat.

"You are anything but fine." He pulled the blanket back for him to get under. Jack grumbled under his breath before getting under the covers, allowing the warmth to envelope him. He didn't want to admit how crappy he really felt. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were sick babe?" He was a bit hurt by the fact that Jack had kept his illness from him. 

"I just started to feel really shitty about two hours ago... And I didn't want to ruin the party." He sounded upset and his voice was hoarse. 

"You should have said something..." He began fumbling with the blanket on Jacks body a minute. 

"I didn't want to worry you... Plus I felt fine, until I started baking like I was in an oven." 

Mark felt his forehead before putting the thermometer in his mouth. After a minute it beeped. "100.3." He sighed and kissed his cheek. "No wonder." 

Jack sighed leaning back into the pillows as Mark got up and grabbed the bottle of medicine for him. He filled the measuring cup with Nyquil. 

Jack eyed it with distaste before gulping it down, and curling up into a ball shutting his eyes. He could hear Marks quiet footsteps walk out, and could drowsily hear him return. He felt something cold get placed on his head before everything went dark and quiet. 

Jack woke up to the early morning sunrise shining through the window. He turned his head to the side away from the blinding light to find  a warm chest. He looked up slowly to find  Mark was sleeping soundly next to him, his hair covering his eyes slightly. Jack still felt pretty sicky, but was too tired to take anything into account at that moment. He let his eyes slip shut and he drifted back off into a peaceful slumber in the comfort of his lover.