This was the third day he had been confined to his room.
Normally Jack never stayed more than a day, two at most. He would be in and out before North really knew he was there.
So when Phil came into his private workshop to tell him that the winter child hadn't left his room for days, you can image the large man's worry. He put down his tools and made his way to the room at the back of the shop.
He opened the door, thinking he would see something wrong with the teen, to find him asleep on his bed.
'Winter must have worn him out.' He thought with a smile. He moved into the room to put the staff beside the bed and pull the blanket at the child's knees up to his chin. North turned out the light and told the yetis to leave him be.
The next day Jack was up and about. He told North that had had a fever and just needed to sleep it off. He said he hadn't slept that well in a long time.
A/N I am typing this with my cat's chin on my wrist. Thanks for reading and reviewing!