Jane putters around the kitchen, washing the last of the dishes and wiping off the counters. She's glad to have something to do, even this boring new routine of post-dinner cleaning. Because otherwise her mind just keeps drifting to Weller, her every thought Kurt-related.

Mostly she worries about his health, how drained he'd been all night. He had barely managed to eat any of the food they'd ordered in and then gone to bed right away. Which could just be a residual effect from his afternoon adventure, too much adrenaline and action for his healing body. Yet Jane's sure that he's running a fever and needs antibiotics. The question is how far she lets things go before resorting to threats and tears.

Jane finishes in the kitchen and walks over to Weller's room, listens at the door for a moment before pushing it open. She stands in the doorway for another few breaths to see if he's awake, then approaches quietly when it seems like he isn't.

She's almost standing right over him when she sees that his eyes are half-open, looking up at her blankly.

"I thought you'd already be asleep," she comments. He had looked so completely wiped at dinner time, barely able to contain himself. She had hoped he'd be out the minute his head hit the pillow, that his exhaustion was strictly from overexertion and not from an infection. But as she approaches him she can see that his eyes are still glazed over, his jaw clenched.

Jane sits on the edge of his bed, touches the back of her hand to his forehead. She frowns at the result, reaches over to turn on the bedside table lamp.

"Kurt, you're burning up," she says, her chest tight with anxiety.

Weller shakes his head but there's no strength to his denial.

"M'okay," he mutters.

"You are not okay," Jane replies with force. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No," Kurt grunts, shutting his eyes in resistance and somehow sinking further into the bed. "Just gonna sleep."

He could be so frustratingly endearing. There was no way she could get him to the hospital without his cooperation or some sort of battle involving EMTs. But he was obviously weakening, needed medical attention immediately.

"Weller, I'm serious," she tries. "I'm really worried."

Kurt mumbles something in response, curls into himself as he both shivers and burns. Jane rubs his shoulder absently as she lets out a long breath, tries to tamp down the panic rising in her belly. She could try to make him move, but that seemed like an uphill battle. Or maybe she could work her way around the problem, call for assistance.

"You're still so hot, I'm going to go get you an ice pack," she says to Weller, who just hums sleepily in response.

Jane hurries out into the kitchen and calls Patterson in a panic; blurts everything out worriedly, her words as frantic as her heartbeat.

"What do you mean he stopped the bomber?" Patterson exclaims. "He was unarmed. And broken!"

Jane sighs, knows the feeling of disbelief all too well. But she was way past that point with Weller, would tell him he's an idiot when he's on some medication.

"I know," she groans. "I can't explain it either. But can you send a doctor over here? He needs antibiotics and I don't want to fight with him about an ambulance."

Patterson says that she's on it, will give one of the FBI doctors an emergency call. Jane feels the panic in her chest settle a bit at that reassurance, knows that Patterson will make sure that it happens.

She hangs up the phone and pulls the ice pack out of the freezer. Then looks around and grabs a couple of hand towels, wetting one down before hurrying back to see how Weller is doing.

He's got his back to the door and is shifting restlessly when she gets back to his room, watches for a moment from the doorway. Even in the dark she can tell he's taut with pain, can't even find a way to lie down comfortably.

Jane sits on the bed again, puts her hand on Weller's back to let him know that she's there, then starts to rub it gently as she leans over, whispers in his ear.

"I called Patterson, the doctor's coming," she says. "And I brought an ice pack to cool you down until they get here."

Kurt shivers in response to her touch, making her heart break and her anxiety flare all at once when he doesn't argue about the doctor coming. His skin is on fire but he's still tremoring as if he's cold as she wraps the ice pack in a towel and places it behind his neck, holding it there with one hand while running the other against his fevered brow.

"That feel okay?" she asks, her thumb curving along his orbital bone; watching as his eyelids struggle to open with her question.

"Mm hmm," he mumbles, so weakly it makes her gut clench painfully.

Jane takes that as encouragement and starts to run the wet hand towel over his forehead while still holding the ice pack against the back of his neck, desperate to cool him down.

"You're going to be okay, Kurt," she says, trying to soothe the shudder in her own heart. It's not been very long since she was in the back of an fire truck, trying to stop him from bleeding out. And her fear of losing him has only grown stronger since then, absolutely cannot imagine going on without him.

"M'alright," Weller grunts, with a little shake of his head. "You don't have to do this."

The thought of Kurt suffering alone breaks her heart and she leans over to kiss him on the temple, frowning at the heat of his skin on her lips.

"I said I'd take care of you," she says. "And I meant it."

Weller exhales and she feels his body relax a little bit under her hands as she finishes wiping the sweat off his face and neck and puts the cloth aside. He's clearly not used to having someone do this for him, resists her care as much as possible. And yet his body language tells her that he wants it, just doesn't know how to accept it.

"Thank you," he mutters, looking up at her with dazed eyes. "M'sorry."

Jane smiles sadly, wonders what he could be sorry about. But she doesn't ask, just switches the ice pack from his neck to his forehead, then places her free hand on his sternum, rubbing his chest to surreptitiously check his breathing and heart rate.

"Mm," Kurt softly moans. "Feels so good."

She smiles again at his rare openness, how he curls into her touch. It's hard to resist leaning over to kiss him again, but she reminds herself that he isn't hers, no matter what the situation appeared to be at that moment.

So Jane just sits and runs her palm along his ribs, trying to soothe both his pain and her worry. It seems to settle Weller's breathing, so of course she keeps on drawing circles on his chest, murmuring reassurances. It helps to feel his heartbeat under her hand too, makes her marginally calmer as she waits for the doctor to arrive.

It seems like ages later when she hears a knock at the door but when Jane checks the clock she sees it's barely been an hour. Weller had just fallen asleep in her hands and she's reluctant to let him go, even just to get the door. But her more urgent need to get him some medical attention finally pushes her into action.

"Doctor's here," she whispers into Kurt's ear, just in case he's still able to sense her presence. "I'll be right back."

Jane lets the doctor in and leads her up to Weller's room, where he's still lying on his good shoulder, facing away from the door. She sits down on the bed beside him and leans down, gently brushing her thumb against his temple.

"Hey, Dr. Miller is here," she murmurs in his ear. "She's going to check you out, okay?"

Weller grumbles sleepily, burrows deeper into his pillow.

Jane smiles a bit at his vulnerability in the moment, looks up and shakes her head at the doctor who's pulling out supplies and placing them on the bedside table. She does need him to wake up though, and she can think of one way to get his attention.

"Weller, if you don't wake up for this she's going to stick a thermometer up your ass," Jane says, giving him a light shake on his injured shoulder.

This time Kurt makes an irritated noise, turns his head to look up at her with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Mm, n'doctor," he mutters, trying to shake his head.

Jane rolls her eyes and wonders where his stubbornness would end on this situation if he was left to his own devices. Thankfully she doesn't have to find out how bad he would let it get, is already feeling guilty about letting things go so far.

"The doctor's here and she's going to look you over to make me feel better okay?" she tries. "I'm really worried about you, Kurt."

Jane inwardly sighs, hates manipulating him, but when it comes to his health she's willing to do anything. And of course it works almost immediately, Weller stirring underneath her hands to turn towards her, wincing as he lays down flat, putting pressure on his wound.

"Here, let me help you sit up," Jane says, reaching under his shoulders and supporting him while she props up a couple of pillows, then helps him scoot back.

Weller is still groggy but blinking slowly and trying to keep his eyes open as she rubs his neck, says pointless soothing things into his ear. It both hurts and warms her heart to see him so suddenly docile and willing to be prodded, just because she asked.

The doctor comes over and Jane can't help but give Kurt a glancing kiss on top of his head as she moves off the bed, letting the doctor take over her position next to Weller.

First Dr. Miller sticks a thermometer in his mouth and listens to his heart through a stethoscope as she coaxes him to take deep breaths. When she checks the thermometer reading, she frowns and puts it down where Jane can see the result, 102.9 degrees.

"Agent Weller, I'm going take a look at your wound now," the doctor says, helping Kurt lean forward, his head bowed against his chest.

She pulls up his shirt, frowns again as she removes the dressing and takes a long look at the cut before glancing back over at Jane and shaking her head.

"Well, Agent Weller, you've torn through a few of these stitches, which is less of an issue than the wound being infected. I'd like to admit you to a hospital for observation while I put you on some IV medication," Dr. Miller says.

Jane bites her lip while the doctor redresses Kurt's injury, lets him sit back against the headboard again. He's already shaking his head, his body visually tensing up.

"No," he mutters predictably. "I'm okay."

"You're far from okay, Agent," the doctor replies. "You're lucky we caught this before it went septic but we need to get you on IV antibiotics right away."

"No hospital," Weller repeats, his shoulders settling in hard. "I'll be fine."

Jane sighs. He has a lot of fight for a guy that barely has the energy to hold his own head up. She wonders what the doctor is going to do, if they are going to actually have to physically wrestle him into an ambulance.

But Dr. Miller just looks at Jane and rolls her eyes in candid annoyance while reaching into her medical bag and pulling out a few bags of IV saline, along with some other vials of medication.

"I've had the pleasure of working with Agent Weller before," she comments wryly. "I had an inkling this could be a problem so I brought some extra supplies just in case he refused to be admitted. If you feel comfortable monitoring him, I can start him on an antibiotic drip and see if that brings his temperature down. If his condition improves by morning, I'll consider letting him stay here. Can we all agree to start with that?"

Kurt exhales in relief, lets his head sag to his chest.

"Thanks doc," he mutters, his shoulders visibly loosening. "I really needed that."

Jane nods too, extremely grateful that she doesn't have to fight with Weller about it. The doctor just sighs, starts preparing supplies.

Dr. Miller swabs Weller's hand and inserts the IV catheter while Jane grabs a coat stand to hang the saline bag on. Once the saline bag is in place, she sits beside him on the bed again, rubs his neck gently as the doctor gets the drip going correctly. His skin is still alarmingly hot but Jane feels calmer knowing that he's being treated, should show improvement soon.

Once the meds have started flowing Jane walks the doctor out, receiving some final instructions on what to do if Weller didn't get better through the night. She takes it all in carefully even though she doesn't want to think about his condition deteriorating, is already upset enough about him as it is.

"Thank you again for coming," Jane says. "He was just being so stubborn and I was really worried."

Dr. Miller shakes her head knowingly, lets out an amused sigh.

"It's a good thing he's charming," she says with a wink, stepping out the door.

Jane locks up and rushes back to Weller, thinking a little too much about exactly how charming the idiot could be. And it doesn't help when he's still sitting slumped over in the bed, his head drooped and his eyes shut tight.

"Oh Kurt," Jane says, sitting down beside him, instantly reaching out to touch him, rub his back soothingly. "You should lie down, you look exhausted."

Weller offers no resistance as she shuffles him forward with her arm, then helps him lie down, cradling his head until it meets the pillow.

"You comfortable?" she asks, soft in his ear.

"Mm hmm," Kurt mutters. "M'kay now, y'don have to stay."

Jane bites down on a smile, flashes back to the doctor's description of Weller. For a stubborn mule he was absolutely endearing, could be so sweet.

So she settles in next to him, carefully grasps his fingers, avoiding the IV in his uncasted hand. Runs her thumb along the base of his, trying to soothe away the last of his tension.

"You go to sleep, Kurt," she whispers. "I'm not going anywhere."