Welcome to chapter 15! I know how soon it is, and no, this is not the apocalypse ;) I was bored and had a good idea, so here I am. Guest, Nlresda123, AvaM467, and Darkqueenofwonderland, you guys answered my questions and for that, I am incredibly grateful. These have been debated, and I have chosen the plot for the next story based on what you said. No spoilers, though! And I got the idea for this one 'cause I haven't been feeling great lately. So if I suffer, my characters suffer! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem, anyway... Here we go!

Jack

Jack awoke to a spliting headache. He groaned, trying to shake the dizziness away. Unfortunately, he only increased it. Way to go, Jack. He stumbled out of bed, nausea suddenly taking over and bringing him to the ground. He could barely move, and he was sweating despite the freezing temperatures that had invaded his room. I thought I couldn't feel cold... Blinking away the darkness that was threatening to take over his sight, he rose - slowly - and worked his way over to the bathroom, thinking that a nice shower might help him. When he was done, he didn't feel any better. But now he felt hot instead of cold, and he was shivering. He pulled on clothes and walked out of the bathroom quickly, only to return to throw up last night's dinner into the toilet. He leaned against the wall, trying to steady the now spinning room. It was official. He was sick.

He suddenly groaned, remembering that he was supposed to help Elsa with petitions today. Anna had insisted, her logic being that he would have to do it someday when he was king. This, of course, had brought a blush to his and Elsa's cheeks. Elsa...Elsa, maybe she could help! He got up, excited, but his body was having none of that. The black crept to the edge of his vision as he stumbled back into the wall and sunk to the floor. He was barely able to drag himself out of the bathroom, his grip was suddenly weak and his legs wouldn't support him. When he got back to his room, he was just able to pull himself onto his bed before he lost consciousness, the dark finally taking him down.

Elsa

Elsa tapped her fingers impatiently against the table, stirring her oatmeal subconsciously. Anna waved her hand in front of her big sister's face, finally snapping her fingers in an attempt to snap Elsa out of it. It worked, for Elsa suddenly straightened up, eyes alert. Anna sighed. "Sis, you never look that nervous. What is it?" Elsa grumbled. Jack was late. She knew that this was normal for him; however, today was a very big day. He was going to meet the villagers - officially - for the first time. There were ten minutes until they started to file into the throne room, and she hadn't seen him all day! She put her head on the table, grumbling. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, and heard her sister's voice whisper in a quiet, teasing tone. "Do you wanna build a snowman?" Elsa smiled, this was always how her sister cheered her up. She rose, slightly grinning, and muttered "It's Jack. He was supposed to be down here, ready to help me with petitions. Where is he?!" Anna smiled good naturedly, and responded "He's probably in his room, trying to get the perfect outfit to impress you together." Elsa blushed, but it sounded like something he would do. She got up. "I'll go see him. Just to make sure." Anna nodded. "I'll be here all day. Kristoff's up in the mountains, getting ice." Although Elsa could make ice, the kind that came from the mountain was of much better quality. This relieved all the people who worked with ice, since they were afraid they would lose their jobs. Elsa smiled. "Thanks, Anna." "Anything for my big sister!" The two embraced, and Elsa went up the stairs to Jack's room. When she opened the door, she gasped at the sight before her.

Everything was all over the floor. Clothes, books, staff, everything. The bathroom looked soaked, and the path from the bathroom to the bed was also wet. The bed was rumpled and unmade. But the worst by far was Jack himself. His face was pale white, even more so than usual, except for his flushed cheeks. He seems to be sweating and shivering at the same time. Twitching in his sleep, eyes squeezed shut, and face containing a terrified expression. Elsa had never seen him - or anyone, for that matter - so sick. She creeped out of the room, closed the door quietly, and snuck down the stairs. Coming back to the dining room, she sought out Anna and walked over to her. "I need you to take on my duties for the day." Anna groaned. "Elsa, did he surprise you with a date? Because I can't do this every single day, you know!" Elsa shook her head. "No, nothing like that. Anna, he's sick. I've decided to take care of him, and I need you to help me out here. Please." Anna looked up, surprised. "Oh, sis, I didn't know, of course I'll do it." Elsa breathed a sigh of relief and started to walk out, but Anna called back. "You owe me for this!"

Elsa laughed and swore to herself that she would make it up to her sister later. For now, she had more pressing issues. She went to the servants and requested a cloth, pail of water, and some fever medication. She then marched up to his room, closed the door, and made her way to his bed. Dipping the cloth into the bucket, she placed it across his burning forehead. She heard him moan with relief. She smiled sadly and waited. He had to wake up soon...

Jack

Jack's vision slowly went from black to small rays of light, to full on colorful mode. Everything was blurry, and his head was flamming. He started to get up, but a hand pressed him down and put a freezing cloth on his head. He sighed from the coolness, and turned to the person beside him. Squinting, he could make out platinum hair and the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen. "El-elsa?" She shushed him, pushing him back in bed. "Hey Frosty. Looks like you had a rough night." Her eyes sparkled, but he could see the worry in them. "I let Anna take on petition duty, so I could be here all day. And don't say a word, I wanted to." He nodded meekly, settling down. She could always read his mind. "Looks like you've got stomach flu, you'll be down for a couple of days." He nodded again. "Got some medication to help with the fever, you need it." Now Jack shook his head. "Come on Jack, you need it." He kept shaking his head. He was not in the mood to swallow some vile liquid that doctors said would "help" you. She sighed. "What will it take for you to take it?" He started to speak, but his voice cracked. He shook himself, then answered in a hoarse, raspy voice "Sing?"

She looked surprised but obliged. Her voice swooped through the lyrics to "Just the Way You Are", a song from his time she had fallen in love with after he seranaded her with it. She prepared the medicine, and he took it willingly. The natural beauty of her gorgeous voice helped him concentrate on some thing other than the disgusting taste left in his mouth. When she finished, he started to open his mouth to tell her how good it was when he felt the medicine reversing its path. He gagged, and luckily she understood. She grabbed an empty pot and watched sadly as he filled it with the contents of his stomach. He groaned, and fell back into bed. She put away the pot and came back to him, mouth curved up and trying not to smile. "That bad, huh?" His eyes widened and he shook his head madly, making himself dizzy. " So, it was OK?" He nodded weakly, and mouthed "better". She smiled, her eyes lit up like the fourth of July. She started to get up, to empty the pot out, when he grabbed her hand. "Stay. Please?"

Her face broke into the biggest smile he had ever seen from her. She sat back down and kissed his forehead, whispering in his ear.

"Always."

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