Jamie coughed. Jack yarned. The chair squeaked. Jamie awoke. It went like this regularly, his time with Jamie. See? The boy was sick... Getting worse. The night before Jacks resent visit, he'd been a boiling 95°. It almost caused Jack to cry. He'd caused this. His snow, ice and freezing weather had been out of control.
Staring down at his hands. He yarned, glancing at the youngster. Pressing a cold palm to his forehead, the boy cuddled close and embraced the cold. He was sleeping soundly, causing Jack to laugh... He was snorting like a piglet. Tired, he was. Yet, he had to look over the children... Seeing as Jamie was his believer, his first believe, he was honoured to protect him. Heat tingled up his veins, causing him to pull away, Jamie shifting in dismay.
Rattling at the door, awakened the tiresome spirit.
"Yes, he's just in here... He's a really high temperature, last time I check... Oh please, doctor Trainer, could you help him?" A distant voice murmured. The door noob, slowly turned, causing the spirit to panic. Where was he to hide? If they saw him here they'd ban him from visiting his believer... Feeling the child's forehead, opening his mouth, his eyes, checking his temperature. He, they, left in a rush. Wiping a cold brow, the spirit, Jack, emerged from his place of hiding.
"I'll be back tomorrow. I promise, Jamie. Sleep now." He ordered the sleeping youngster, kissing his tempered cheek, fleeing the crowded room. Glancing back, he sighed and left the frozen window pane.
Everything was quiet in the big, dark Pole. As for the emptiness, the spirit wondered if the others had gone to bed... Snoring answered his question, as he, himself, strutted of to his stone cold rest.