Jack and Finn were excited to embark on their next adventure together. This time, they were flying down to Kenya to film some of the locals and the poverty stricken towns. After landing in Nairobi, Kenya they spent half the day getting their hotel room situated and adding final touches to the itinerary the group had planned out. They spent the rest of the day together exploring the village. It was later that night that Jack started to notice how sluggish and distracted his brother had become. Finn was lagging a few feet behind the group when he stopped to lean against the wall of a dirty, falling down building to catch his breath. Jack stopped too and went to stand by Finn. "Are you alright?" Eyes closed tightly, Finn nodded once. "I'm fine." Jack rolled his eyes. "You can admit it if you aren't feeling well. You don't always have to be so stubborn about it." Finn swallowed hard. "I said I'm fine, Jack." He snapped, pushing past Jack to rejoin the group. "You're only going to make yourself worse." Jack warned but didn't pry any further. He could always tell when Finn didn't feel well and Jack getting involved only irritated him more. Still, that didn't stop Jack from staying close to Finn with his arms at the ready to catch him every time he started to get unsteady. Finn would never admit it, but he was grateful to have a twin that was willing to look out for him.
Jack was surprised and a bit proud of Finn for muscling through until they arrived back at the hotel at the time they had originally planned. With the early start they had in the morning in mind, everyone decided to break off into their rooms. "I'm going to share with Finn." Jack said, making a last minute change to who was sharing with who. It was obvious to Jack just by looking at him how ill Finn felt, but to everyone else he was doing a great job of hiding it.
Each pair went separate ways to find their room. Jack felt Finn grab hold of his arm tight as the climbed the stairs to their shabby fourth floor $5 room. "We're almost there, mate." Jack promised. He felt a pang in his chest. He hated seeing his brother sick. Finn rarely complained about feeling poorly so Jack always knew when he can tell it's bad then it's really bad. The second they walked through the door Finn went to collapse on the bed on the right. Jack looked at him pityingly. He reached into his bag to grab a bottle of water and handed it to Finn. "Stop looking at me like that. It's just some Kenyan bug thing." "But you're-" "I'll live." Finn said with a small smile. Jack sighed. "Okay, but if you need the day off tomorrow take it. Please?" "We will cross that bridge tomorrow." Finn said and rolled over. The room was silent for a long moment. "And Jack?" "Hmm?" "Thank you." Jack smiled. "You bet."
Sitting on the grimy bathroom floor that night, Finn pondered briefly whether or not this was the sickest he'd ever been. It was, but he was determined to muddle through without complaining. Once he felt as if the wave of sickness had passed he slowly got to his feet and walked back into the bedroom. He flinched when he bumped into someone right outside the door. Finn groaned audibly. "You don't have to get up every time I do." He said. Jack shrugged and held onto Finns elbow to keep him steady while he walked back to bed. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Finn was too weak and exhausted to argue. "Can I get you anything?" Jack asked quietly. Finn opened his mouth to say no but changed his mind when a strong shiver made it's way up his spine. He wrapped his arms around himself. "Maybe another blanket?" Finn asked in a small voice. Jack looked around the room for a minute but after coming up short just decided to strip the bed he was using of its duvet and drape it over Finn. "There ya go. Get some rest." Finn just closed his eyes in reply.
Finn got up 7 more times that night, each time with Jack following to comfort his brother and to walk him back to bed. As the morning light began peaking in through the cracked window Finn took a hard look at his brother. Feeling Finn's eyes boring into his back Jack turned around from the filming equipment he was setting up to look at his twin, a small smile etching his lips. "What?" "Nothing..." Finn said. Jack rolled his eyes and returned to the project at hand. "You're just a good brother is all." Jack couldn't keep the full fledged smile from breaking out across his face. Without turning back around to look at Finn he said playfully, "Now I know you're delirious." Finn chuckled once and rolled over carefully. "Oh, shut up and take the compliment." Jack turned his head to look at the lump of Finn laying on the bed with his back turned to Jack. "Okay." He whispered, allowing his gaze to linger just a few seconds longer on the even rise and fall of the lump each time Finn took a breath before turning back around to press the film button on his camera. He smiled into the lens. "Hello there..."
