Six Years Later...
You woke up to the sound of Jeremiah coughing, almost as if he were choking. Getting up out of bed, you checked the clock beside your bed. The time read 2:38, the blue backlight hurting your eyes. "Miah! You alright?" You yelled out, walking into his room when you didn't get a reply. As you opened his door, you saw him laying on his bed, the sheets covering his waist down. He faced the wall, his back to you. As you walked over to him, you looked on his bedside table for his Ventolin, seeing it placed next to his round, dark-brown, glasses.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, you began to gently shake him awake, earning a groan or two from him as he slowly woke up. "What?" He groaned, his voice croaky from all the coughing he had been doing, rolling over to turn the bedside lamp on so he could look at you. When he turned the lamp on, you saw just how bad a shape he was in. He had bags under his eyes which were inflamed. His nose was runny, not to mention when you put your hand on his forehead he was burning up. "Miah..." You said, moving his messy bangs out of his face, feeling sorry for him. "I'm fine, just a fever dream... Could you pass me the medication, please?" He mumbled, pointing over to the blue puffer and the packet of Telfast on the nightstand.
Passing him the medications, and a glass of water, you sighed quietly as you ran your hand through his hair, making him smile. "Thanks Y/n. Jeremiah said, taking the medication from you. Passing them back over to you, he smirked, seeing you still looked worried for him, and lifted the covers of his bed up, gesturing for you to get in. Without a second thought you happily obliged, jumping into bed with Jeremiah, snuggling up to him, burying your head in his chest as he pulled the covers over the two of you. You put a hand against his chest, and he put a hand on the back of your head, smiling to himself as he watched you fall asleep.
*Time Shkip Docta Who Style*
As you woke up, you felt the warm chest of Jeremiah slowly rising and falling as he slept, his hand still on the back of your head. You could still hear him wheezing, but he certainly wasn't coughing as much anymore. The morning light filtered in through his window, scraping past the curtains. "Morning Y/n..." Jeremiah whispered. Suddenly a buzzing sounded from the nightstand, making you jolt in surprise. Jeremiah chuckled, seeing your reaction. You playfully punched him on the arm, a smile tugging at your lips.
Reaching over you, Jeremiah grabbed the buzzing cell phone, flipping it open and answering. "Hello?" He answered, yawning as the person on the other end of the line spoke. "Ok, yes. Come by in an hour." Jeremiah said, hanging up the phone.
"What's wrong? You asked him, leaning your head on the palm of your hand as you looked at the ginger beside you. He shook his head, before sitting up in the bed and getting out, walking over to his dresser and opening the bottom draw, getting out a pair of black jeans and a dark blue t-shirt. "Nothing, Echo is just going to stop by with some documents I need." He said, shutting the drawers.
Jeremiah grabbed his phone and put it in the front pocket of his jeans, grabbed his glasses and put them on before walking out into the kitchen. As you heard him begin wheezing again from the kitchen, you grabbed his Ventolin from off his bedside table, handing it to him as he started making breakfast for the two of you.