Back Story. Sam and Josh are together. A year after Rosslyn they adopted a little boy and named him Jason. His name is Jason but everyone calls him J.T. He is now 12 years old and is sick but doesn't tell his parent.
Sam and Josh woke up the sound of J.T. throwing up into the trash can next to his bed. They rushed in to see J.T. so sick that he didn't care that his face had vomit on his face. He was going to sleep anyways. Josh rushed to the kitchen to get a wet wash cloth so they could get the vomit off his face so they could be comfortable with him sleeping. Josh walked into the room to see Sam stroking J.T.'s hair as J.T. mumble something unitteligable.
"How do you feel?" Josh asked washing off J.T.'s face.
"M'kay" He responded. After a second he bent down and kissed J.T. on the forehead.
"J.T.'s a little warm." Josh whispered to Sam.
"I know." Sam responds he knowing that a little warm means he's burning up.
"Hey buddy, do think you'll be okay until the morning." Sam asked J.T.
"Mmmhmmm" He responded closing his eyes to fall asleep.
"Goodnight." Josh said as he flicked off the lights to J.T.'s bedroom.
Sam and Josh headed back to their bedroom cursing flu season. They climbed into bed.
