Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Still not mine

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I pack our skating bags before heading off to Karen to explain the situation. Then I step over to where Jayne is sitting and we head off to the car, with her leaning heavily against me. I settle her into the passenger seat, before putting our skating bags in the boot and starting the car. Luckily it's only a short drive from the rink to the house that Jayne rents when she's filming Dancing on Ice. Even so, when I glance over to her, she appears asleep; her head leaning against the window, eyes closed, no doubt to block out the glare of the sun that can't be helping her headache.

When I pull up to her house I step out of the car and unlock the front door as I don't really want her walking with her feeling dizzy earlier. I move over to Jayne and take her in my arms before carrying her upstairs and laying her on her bed. I rummage through her drawers and find her a pair of pyjama's before trying to wake her up a bit so she can get changed and take some painkillers. I nudge her gently.

"Jayne, Jayne you need to wake up a bit sweetheart"
"I'm here" she says sleepily.
"You need to get changed" I say, handing her the pyjamas.
"Okay" she says, sitting up.
"I'll be right back, I'm just going to get you some painkillers, okay?"

She nods, and I leave her to rummage through her bathroom cabinet to find her some painkillers. Unsurprisingly it's not the most organised cabinet and it takes me a good few minutes to find what I need. I get her a glass of water and return to her bedroom. She's lying in bed, pyjamas on but her eyes are open. I take a seat next to her on the bed.

"How's your head?" I ask, handing her the painkillers.
"Not good" she shakes her head then winces. "That didn't help"
She takes the painkillers and sets the glass on the side.
"Thanks" she says gratefully.
She settles down into the bed.
"Close your eyes" I say.
"What are you going to do?" she asks.
"I'm staying here with you"
"You don't have too" she says, closing her eyes, and turning onto her side, facing me.
"I want to" I say, reaching out and stroking her hair.

I stay by her side, stroking her hair until I hear her breathing even out and become regular. I lean down and kiss her on the forehead. I was worried about her, and just hoped that after some painkillers and a sleep that she would be okay. Careful not to jostle her, I move over to the other side of the bed and lie next to her, pressing my chest into her back and putting my arms round her.
"That feels nice" she says, half asleep.
Comforted by the sound of her soft breathing, it's not long before I find myself drifting off too. I awake, several hours later to find Jayne stirring in my arms. She turns round to face me and I place a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"What time is it?" she says quietly.
I check my watch. "About five" I inform her. "How are you feeling? Do you want something to eat?"
She inclines her head and frowns.
"Head still hurts, some soup would be good, but first, bathroom"
"Okay"

I release my arms from around her and move off the bed. Jayne sits up and moves to the edge of the bed before standing. Almost immediately as she stands she puts her hand on her nightstand, as if to steady herself.
"Jayne?" I say, worried.
"I'm really dizzy" she says, breathing hard. Quickly, I run over to where she's standing, and place my hands on her shoulders to steady her.
"Sit down" I say, but as soon as the words are out of my mouth, Jayne collapses into my arms.
"Jayne!"

I steady myself, under her slight weight and lie her down on her bedroom floor. I notice she's gone really pale, and as I kneel down to check her breathing I find that it's shallow. Panic starts to course through me as I call her name, and try to wake her up.
"Jayne, Jayne, can you hear me?"
I place two fingers on her neck and audibly sigh when I feel her pulse beating beneath my fingers. I grab a blanket off the bed and place it over her to keep her warm, while my mind goes worryingly blank as I try to remember where on earth I put my phone. Looking round the room I spy Jayne's handbag on her drawers and I root through it, until I find her's. I call an ambulance and run downstairs to unlock the front door. Returning to Jayne, I re-check her breathing, and her pulse, but I'm still unable to rouse her. Tears spring to my eyes as I realise the enormity of the situation, and I'm helpless to do anything apart from hold Jayne's hand and pray for her to wake up and be okay.
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