Welcome to chapter 11! A few days ago, Jordan uploaded a video saying that he was sick. I felt so bad for him! He sounded so sick, and I wanted to make a chapter about it! I hope you like it!

I went to bed late that night. I tried to push Bailey from my mind, but it was hard. I tried to focus on Jordan's face in my mind. It distracted me. While I was telling him all my secrets, he remained quite expressionless, minus the widening of his eyes whenever I told him something dramatic. Anyways, so that night I shut off the lights and lay in bed. My thoughts were cast every which way, every thing from Jordan, to my dad. I closed my eyes, quieting the windy thoughts, and fell asleep.

I awoke at twelve the next day. I felt refreshed, in a way. Bailey's passing was out of my mind, and I really wanted to see Jordan. So I quickly showered, got dressed, and ate. I then headed next door. I entered, and immediately knew something was wrong.

Jordan wasn't talking from the other room.

He's always recording when I come here late. Was he still asleep? I quietly walked to his room, and found the door wide open. I peeked inside, and saw Jordan rolled up in his blankets. Apparently, he was still asleep. I quickly checked my phone, and it was twelve forty five.

Jordan was always up by twelve, so this doesn't make sense.

I quietly approached the bed, and was half tempted to take a picture and post it on Twitter. He looked very peaceful, and, as a bonus:

He was freaking shirtless.

I had to shove my fist in my mouth to keep myself from giggling. He looked really cute with no shirt. I quietly took out my phone, and took a picture. I wouldn't post it on Twitter, but It would totally be my lock screen pic.

Well, time to wake the shirtless dude.

I shook his shoulder, and then realized something. He was sweating. Was he having a nightmare? I sometimes sweat when I have my nightmares. But he wasn't screaming. He looked peaceful. I looked into his face.

"Jordan, wake up." I said, shaking his shoulder again. His eyelids flew open. He looked at me, swore, and yanked the blankets up to his neck. I grinned, and shook my head.

"And you say I'm self conscious." I said.

"I don't want my neighbor seeing my bare chest, thank you." Jordan said, his voice hoarse. I frowned, and approached him.

"Why is your voice like that?" I asked, concerned. Jordan shrugged, not meeting my eyes.

"I just woke up. Isn't your voice all messed up when you just wake up?" He asked. "Throw me that shirt, will you?"

He was pointing at a black shirt that was strewn on his floor. I picked it up and held it up.

"But I want to take a picture of you shirtless and post it on Twitter." I said innocently.

"If you do, I will—" Jordan then cut off. He had a coughing fit. I threw him the shirt, and studied him. His face was really pale, now that I really saw it. He threw on his shirt, and was going to stand up. I pushed him back down. I put my hand on his forehead, and swore.

Shit, did I get him sick?

"I think you're sick, Jordan." I said. Now it was Jordan's turn to swear.

"I can't afford to be sick! I have so much stuff to record!" He croaked. His voice had gotten way worse.

"Well, too bad. I'm keeping you prisoner in your room today. Need anything?" I asked as I headed for the door.

"I can get it myself!" He insisted hoarsely. He struggled to get up, but moaned and lay back down. I rolled my eyes.

"I mean, what do you want for breakfast?"

He thought about that.

"I dunno. Something edible."

I rolled my eyes again and headed for the kitchen. I got him a glass of water, and made him breakfast. I felt really bad for him, even though I didn't show it. I hated being sick, and it seemed to happen to me way more than normal people. When I finished making him breakfast, I took it back to him. He was in bed, thankfully, but he looked annoyed.

"It's already one fifteen and I haven't recording ANYTHING."

I just rolled my eyes and handed him the water and food. Then I remembered I forgot something back in my apartment. I quickly ran and got it, and when I came back, Jordan was in the process of trying to fall asleep.

"You're tired already?" I asked softly.

"No, I just want to stop the world from spinning so fast." He muttered. I totally took pity on him. He quickly fell asleep, and I felt like a total stalker watching him. He was so beautiful, even in sleep. I wanted his eyes to be open, so I could see how beautiful they are...

An hour later, Jordan awoke. I was texting Nina, and looked at him when I heard him groan softly.

"How're you feeling?" I asked his softly.

"Absolutely terrible." He croaked. As he gained more consciousness, more color drained from his beautiful face.

"It's really hot in here." He whispered hoarsely. It really wasn't, but if you had a fever it was. I got up and opened his window. The street was really noisy down below, but I guess Jordan ignored it. I looked at what day it was on my phone. It was Saturday. Ignoring the fact that Jordan would usually do a vlog today, I walked back over to him.

"Better?" I asked. Jordan nodded, and suddenly had a coughing fit. He sounded horrible. He then collapsed, gasping on to his pillows. I cast him a worried look. Should I take him to the doctor? He really didn't look or sound good...

"Seriously, though, are you okay?" I asked nervously. Jordan nodded, and had another coughing fit.

"G-god d-dammit." He gasped. I giggled, and he cast me an annoyed look.

"So it's funny, apparently, me coughing so much that I can't breathe?" He croaked. His voice sounded terrible.

"Yeah, pretty funny. Though not quite as funny as your voice, which is hilarious." I teased, and he laughed. It immediately turned into a coughing fit, and I frowned. He really didn't sound good. Eventually, the fit stopped, and I felt his forehead again. He was still burning up.

"I think you should go back to sleep, Jordan. Maybe, when you awake, you'll feel better." I said. Jordan gave me a funny look.

"I wish that would happen. People are gonna be angry if I don't upload Modded Survival." He croaked, and rolled over. He closed his eyes, and attempted to fall asleep. When I was sure he was, I whispered:

"I love you."

A few hours later, it was about four o'clock. I was re-watching Jordan's Modded Survival series. I was so absorbed in his beautiful voice and face, I barely heard him groan. I quickly took out my headphones, and quietly got up off of his chair. He groaned again, and went on a coughing spree. He coughed and coughed, rolled over, and vomited over the edge of the mattress. Poor Jordan.

Thank god he kept a trash can next to his bed!

I felt so bad for him. Because I had anorexia in my freshman year, I threw up a lot. Because I wanted to lose weight so quickly, It kinda became a habit. How I withdrew from my constant vomiting, is always a mystery to me. Anyways, when Jordan slumped back onto his pillows, I resisted the urge to hug him. His face was red with embarrassment, and pale with sickness. He looked really embarrassed, and I felt his forehead again.

"Hmm, well, you're not as hot." I said, not choosing my words carefully. He raised both of his eyebrows, and I blushed.

"Oh, you know what I mean. Don't misinterpret things that you know I don't mean." I said, slightly annoyed. Jordan just grinned. He then had another coughing spree, and I felt so bad for him.

An hour later, he fell asleep. I traced his face, and I whispered:

"Oh Jordan. Why can't you love me as much as I love you?"

There was a problem though.
I didn't know that he was still awake, and heard everything I had just said.

Sorry, the chapter was short. I will be posting tomorrow, but the chapter tomorrow is very short. Me sowwie, but the chapter after that is gonna be super long. Please review, because it makes me happy, and I hope you have an awesome day!