Jack's POV:
I wake up to a knocking on my front door, and slowly get up from my place on the couch. I open the door and see my mother standing there. "Jack!",she says hugging me, I hug her back and sneeze. "Hey, Ma. What are ya doing here?",I say, before sneezing again. "Sam said you were sick, and that you weren't answering her as much as you usually do.",she says, talking about my sister, Sam. I shut the door behind her and say, "Yeah. I've been sick for a few days now. Signe came and visited yesterday and she seems to think I've got the flu." "Well, I brought stuff to make some soup, and are you two still together? I always liked her.",she asks me. "No, Ma, we aren't. She broke up with me about three months ago. And ya know how I feel about Mark anyway, so it didn't bother me that much.", I say, grabbing my blanket off the couch and wrapping it around me. "I was just asking, Jack. Are you cold? Come here, you might have a fever.",she says, setting her stuff down. I sigh and walk over to her. She feels my forehead and neck, and says, "You definitely have a fever. Where's your ibuprofen?" "In the cabinet in my bathroom.",I say, and sit down on the couch. She goes and gets the ibuprofen and comes back with it and a glass of water. "Here, take this, then go upstairs to your bed and rest. If you need anything I'll be in the kitchen making supper.",she says, and I nod, grabbing my stuff and heading upstairs. About an hour later, I wake up to my phone ringing and my throat hurting a lot.
J: Hello?
Mark: Hey! Wanna record some prop hunt with me, Bob, and Wade?
J: *cough* I'd love to *cough* but I'm really sick right now, Mark *cough*
M: Oh, your voice sounds horrible too, by the way.
J: Thanks I already know this, Mark.
M: I wish you could join us, Bob and Wade were pumped for it.
J: Give me about 20 minutes to set up my recording stuff, and to find something for my voice.
M: Are you sure? you don't have to
J: I'm sure. It's better than doing nothing.
M: Alright, bye
J: Bye.
I get up and go downstairs to set up my recording stuff. "What are you doing, Jack?",my Ma asks, standing in the doorway. "Getting ready to record with Mark and Bob and Wade. Do you mind making some hot tea? My voice is horrible right now.",I say, turning to face her. "Sure, but you don't need to be recording right now, you'll hurt your voice.",she says, walking back to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she comes back with a cup of hot tea, and I turn on my camera.
