She looked absolutely miserable, in fact Jack was beginning to wonder if she might actually be dying. The stubborn lass kept insisting that she was ok, even though she was clearly far from it. She was sick, so sick that he knew if it were him he would have been in bed wishing for his mum hours ago, not walking around trying trying to work. He watched her as she gulped down another bottle of orange juice, hands shaking as she tried to screw the lid back on. Her eyes were all glassy and droopy and her cheeks were so flushed she looked sunburnt, he would bet money she was running a hell of a fever.
He couldn't stop thinking about her as he ran through the scene again and again, becoming irritated when his co star kept fudging his lines. Watching her sit down in his chair as they reset again he cringed inwardly when she went into a coughing fit that no doubt left her throat raw.
She had been his on set assistant for the whole shoot and never once had she ever shown the slightest discomfort. Not when they'd had to shoot all night in the rain or when his call time was changed to 3am with only an hour's notice. She'd done everything asked of her and then some without complaint. Shit, she'd made sure he was fed, clothed, and bathed, brutally when he'd whinged or whined about being too tired to bother. The only thing he had had to worry about since arriving on set was his work.
Which made him feel like utter shite in the current situation. There was no way that should be worrying about him in her current condition. But there she was and it wasn't fair.
The scene was finally filmed to satisfaction and Jack made his way over to his chair, fully prepared to order her to go home and rest. He wasn't due back on set until later that night and he was fairly certain he was a grown enough man to take care of himself until she felt better.
The chair was empty and Jack cursed under his breath, stopping one of the ADs as they passed.
"Hey have ye seen Y/N?"
"Outside mate."
Jack exited the building and looked around, spying her leaning against the wall, head down on her chest, breathing heavily. Guilt rose in him that he hadn't even noticed that she was getting sick and letting it get this bad before he did anything about it.
"Y/N." he watched as she jumped away from the wall, glancing around trying to focus on him.
"It's done? Good, let's get you to wardrobe."
She even sounded awful he realised as she started walking, looking over her shoulder to make sure he was following.
"I ordered lunch for you, it should be in your trailer when you get there. Then we can go over the call sheet for tonight and tomorrow, looks like you'll be sleeping in the trailer tonight."
"No." he stepped in front of her, stopping her in her tracks, close enough to see how pale she was under the fever flush. "Ye are goin tae take the day and go home."
"I'm fine Jack." she looked irritated that he would even suggest otherwise.
Normally he loved getting her irritated, her eyes would flash and her nose would crinkle up, it was adorable. Today it was just sad.
"Y/N, seriously, ye look like shite, ye need tae rest."
"I'm not going home, I can manage and that's the last I want to hear about it."
She stomped off, her exit lacking the dramatic emphasis she intended when she had to stop suddenly to cough up a lung.
"Stubborn fucking wench." Jack muttered as he followed her.
He was going to have to force her to listen to reason, one way or another.
She was sitting on the steps on the wardrobe trailer when he came out, comfortable in his jeans and jumper and out of the itchy woollen suit. Her head was resting against the railing, eyes closed, arms hanging loosely.
