"Hang tight babe, I'll go get you some water." Jackson said quietly to Aaron, as he stroked the side of his face. Jackson stood up from the edge of the bed and tugged the duvet further up Aaron's shivering shoulders, before disappearing downstairs to fetch Aaron a drink. Aaron was sick. It occurred to him early hours of that morning Aaron wasn't well.
"How is he?" Paddy asked Jackson as he entered the kitchen just as he was switching the kettle on.
"Alright, I suppose." Jackson told him, as he pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge. "Just hate seeing him how he is."
"He's just got a virus type thing." Paddy told him, musing over Aaron's symptoms. "It will be gone within a few days."
"Hope so." Jackson said before quickly climbing the stairs back up to Aaron. Who was still curled up in the exact position Jackson had left him, on his side, the sleeves of his hooded sweatshirt pulled down over his balled fists that he'd rammed underneath the pillow he was currently laying his head on.
Usually Aaron only slept in his boxers, during the night his temperature had risen and he began to feel cold, even snuggling up to Jackson who usually made him boiling didn't help him warm up. Jackson had suggested that he put on a few more extra layers, his red hooded sweatshirt and his black sweatpants, to stop the non-stop shivering that would soon make his teeth chatter.
"Aaron, I've got you a drink." Jackson told him, placing the cool bottle of water on the night stand by Aaron's side and sitting himself on the edge of the bed again, by Aaron's hip. Jackson placed a hand on Aaron's forehead, he swore it felt hotter than earlier.
Aaron wearily opened his eyes, shutting them again slowly, before grudgingly opening them again, focusing on Jackson. Who had now picked up the water bottle to unscrew the lid. "Do you wanna sit up? You should really drink something." Jackson began to tell him quietly.
Aaron just rolled his eyes, moaned and rolled over so his back was to Jackson. No. He did not want to sit up. He did not want to have a drink and he did not want Jackson fussing over him!
"Aaron!" Jackson said sternly.
"Go to work." Aaron mumbled.
"You're gonna feel worse if you don't do as you're told." Jackson told him, ignoring Aaron's order to go to work. He was an hour late for work, but he was sure he could sweet talk the boss into understanding why he was late, after all he couldn't bring him self to abandon Aaron when he was ill. "All right, I won't bother. Fend for yourself." Jackson said as he got up again and pushed his feet into his work boots, admitting defeat.
"I'm not seven." Aaron spat sarcastically. "I'm sure I can care for myself, had plenty of experience."
"I'm sure you can." Jackson sighed as he picked up his jacket and leaned down to Aaron to kiss him 'goodbye'.
"Don't, you might catch what I've got!" Aaron fumed as he tried to dodge away from Jackson, in fear Jackson would be as ill as him.
"Tough immune system mate, nothing like what you've got." Jackson laughed, continuing to try and kiss Aaron. "I promise not to catch it."
"Your fault if you do." Aaron said as Jackson kissed him lightly on the forehead, before leaving for work.
"Since when have I ever broken a promise?"