Jac walked into Jonny's flat. Knowing where she was going, she awkwardly walked through the kitchen into the living room, where she sat down on the end on the sofa. Jonny placed her bag in his bedroom. He walked into the kitchen and looked over the counter seeing her pale, fragile body.

"Coffee?"

Jac slowly shakes her head.

"Tea?"

Again, Jac slowly shakes her hair before sliding her shoes off and slipping her knees up to her chest.

"Here you go." Says Jonny handing Jac a glass of water.

She whispers in return : "thanks"

"It's okay. Right I know you don't feel like talking so, what do you wanna do? Option 1 : watch a DVD, option 2 : listen to some music, or option 3 : go to bed."

"Three" she simply replied. Jac really didn't feel like talking because she still felt extremely sick.

"Right come on then." He says, giving her frail body a hand up.

As they made their way into his bedroom, Jonny wondered whether she was okay with sharing the same bed with him so he asked : "Do you want me to sleep on the sofa? I don't mind if you'd prefer that."

"No, its fine." She replied picking up her pjs and walking towards the bathroom. Jonny sensed that she was becoming self-conscious about her stomach so he left her to it. Through the bathroom door, he spoke louder "oh Jac, you haven't taken your UTI antibiotics have you?"

"No, I'll take them in a minute."

Minutes later, after Jac had gotten changed and taken her tablets, they got comfortable in bed. Jac was at the edge of the bed with her knees up to her chest, facing the ensuite bathroom. Jonny, slowly began to move closer to her. He gently slotted his knees behind hers and placed an arm around her stomach. With his other hand, he stroked her hair.

"How're you feeling now?"

As he asked, Jac grabbed her abdomen in pain and let out a little yelp.

"Have you taken any more paracetamol since the lot I gave you?

"No, I left mine in my office." Jac forced out under her breath as she struggled to cope.

"Come here" he said as she attempted to get up. He pulled her into his arms and help placed his hands over hers, that were pushing down on her abdomen.

As the pain subsided, Jonny whispered : "stay here, ill be right back."

Jac lied back down and slid under the covers, she could here the kettle boiling and she thought to herself; he'd better not be making a tea or coffee.

Soon enough, he returned with a small tray.

"Here you go" he smiled as he handed Jac a glass of water and a pack of paracetamol.

"Thanks" she whispered.

"Oh and I got you this." He said as he handed over a hot water bottle covered in a red furry case. "I thought it might help with the pain a bit, and your arms are freezing." He laughed a little as she pulled a face at it, but sure enough, she held it firmly against he stomach.

Jonny placed the tray on his draws and gently got back into bed. He placed his hands back around her stomach, feeling the warmth of the hot water bottle too.

"Goodnight sweetheart"

"Night" Jac replied. The hot water bottle certainly relieved some of the pain. Slowly, Jac slipped into a comfortable nights sleep.

But how long would it last?