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You never really cared about your health or your own life; every time you got hurt or sick, you just ignored the feeling.

But Jake, your best friend, cared a lot about you, and he always took care of you when you needed it.

You had gone to the store while it was raining, but you forgot your jacket. You didn't think anything of it, but the next day you had a cold.

Jake was now at your house.
A bowl of soup was next to him as he tried to get you to eat something.

"Say 'ah', don't make me force you."

He said it with a slightly teasing tone in his voice and a smirk on his face as he sat on your bed.

He held a spoonful of soup up to your mouth, his expression shifting to a more serious one.

"You gotta eat something, sweetheart. You can't just keep lying in bed all day."
He watched you closely, his gaze studying your face for any signs of resistance.

He knew how stubborn you could be when it came to taking care of yourself, but he wasn't about to back down.

"Come on, don't give me that look. Just a few spoonfuls, alright? Then you can go back to your beauty sleep."

Jake continued holding the spoon up to your mouth, a slight chuckle escaping his lips as he saw your expression. You looked like a grumpy child being forced to eat their vegetables, and it was endearing to him.

"You know, you're adorable when you're sick. But I still have to get some food from you. Quit being stubborn and open your mouth."

You groan, opening your mouth for him.

Jake's smirk widened as he saw your reluctant acceptance. He carefully placed the spoon in your mouth, making sure you took a proper bite.

"There you go. Was that so hard? You're being such a good girl today, taking your medicine."

You roll your eyes, hating the fact that he's babysitting you.

He continued feeding you for a bit, spoonful by spoonful, occasionally pausing to check on how you were feeling.

As he continued to feed you, Jake couldn't help but notice the slight flush in your cheeks and the way your eyes looked slightly glassy.

"You know, you really shouldn't go out in the rain without a jacket. You've got a fever now, and it's all your fault."

His tone wasn't harsh, but the concern in his voice was evident. He placed the bowl aside and reached out to touch your forehead, checking your temperature.

His hand lingered against your forehead for a moment, feeling the heat radiating from your skin.

He let out a soft sigh, a small frown forming on his face.

"Damn it, your forehead's burning up. You should've known better."

He gently pushed a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb stroking your cheek affectionately.

Jake leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms as he looked at you with a mixture of concern and mild irritation.

"You really need to start taking better care of yourself, you know that? You're always so carefree, and it drives me insane."

He leaned forward again, his gaze softening as he looked at you. Despite his stern tone, his eyes held a hint of tenderness.

"I'm okay, Jake," you managed to say.

He let out a scoff, rolling his eyes slightly at your insistence that you were fine.

"No, you're not 'okay'. You're sick, with a fever and a cold. That's the opposite of okay."

He reached out again, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch was soft and gentle as he spoke.

His expression softened further as he studied your face. You looked tired and weak, and it bothered him immensely. He cared about you more than he would ever admit, and seeing you sick made his heart ache.

"You always try to play it off, don't you? Pretending everything's fine when it's not. Just once, would it kill you to ask for help without putting up a fight?"

"Fine, whatever"

Jake raised an eyebrow at your response, surprised that you gave in so easily.

He hadn't been prepared for such a quick surrender, but he wasn't about to question it.

"Damn, I wasn't expecting you to give in so quickly. Usually, you'd be more stubborn than a mule."

He chuckled softly, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He leaned a bit closer, his voice dropping to a lower tone.

"You really must feel awful if you're admitting defeat like this."

"I'm sleeping now." You say getting all comfy.

Jake couldn't help but chuckle softly as he watched you curl up under the blankets, preparing to go to sleep.

He knew you were just trying to escape further conversation and his fussing.

"Alright, alright. Go to sleep, then. But I'll be here when you wake up, and I'll make sure you eat something else when you get up."

He reached out, gently patting your head, before standing up from the bed.

He moved to leave the room, but he hesitated for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He turned back to look at you one more time, his gaze soft and affectionate.

"Rest well, sweetheart. And for the love of God, don't try to get out of bed. I'll check on you later."

He gave you one last lingering look before leaving the room, quietly closing the door behind him.

Jake could be tough and teasing at times, but deep down, he cared about you more than words could express.

He was worried about your health and hated seeing you unwell.

He settled down in the living room, occupying himself with various activities to pass the time while you rested.

  A few hours later

Jake was lounging in the living room, watching TV, and idly scrolling through his phone. He had been keeping an eye on the time, waiting for you to wake up, even if it was just for a short while.

Just as he was about to start getting bored, he heard a shuffling noise coming from your room.

His ears perked up, and he quickly stood up from the couch, making his way towards your room.

Jake gently pushed open the door to your room, his gaze falling on your form as you stirred in bed.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty. You finally decided to join the waking world again."

He chuckled softly as he approached the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. He reached out and gently touched your forehead, checking your temperature like he had done before.

Jake's expression softened as he felt the heat still radiating from your skin.

You looked a bit more lucid than before, but there was no doubt that your fever hadn't fully subsided.

"You're still burning up, sweetheart. Damn, this cold is really hanging on, isn't it?"

He sighed softly, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"It hurts, Jake," you whine.

His heart clenched at the sound of your pained voice. He hated seeing you suffer, and the fact that he couldn't do much to ease your discomfort made it even harder for him.

He placed his hand on your forehead gently, his thumb lightly stroking your skin.

"I know it hurts, sweetheart. I wish I could take the pain away for you."

Jake's tone was quiet and filled with empathy as he continued to stroke your forehead. His fingertips traced delicate patterns on your skin, trying to provide some small comfort despite the pain you were experiencing.

"Just hang in there, okay? Your body's fighting off the virus, and that's why it feels like hell right now."

He paused for a moment, his eyes studying your face. He could see the discomfort and strain of trying to deal with a fever in your expression, and it wounded him to see you in such a vulnerable state.

"Do you think you can sit up for a bit? I want to give you some medicine to help bring down that fever."

"Okay"

Jake nodded, relieved that you were at least responsive and willing to sit up, albeit sluggishly. He slowly helped you ease into a sitting position, propping up some pillows behind you for support.

"Just lean back against the pillows, sweetheart. I'll grab the medicine and some water for you."

He stood up from the bed and walked over to the nearby cabinet, quickly locating the fever medication.

He grabbed a bottle of water along with it and returned to your side, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

"Here, take these," he said softly, holding out a couple of pills and the water.


Over the next few days, Jake stayed by your side, taking care of you and ensuring your speedy recovery. He made sure you ate well, took your medication, and got plenty of rest.

As your fever finally subsided and the signs of your cold began to fade, Jake felt a sense of relief wash over him.

He was glad to see you back on the mend, even if he had found entertainment in teasing you during your illness.

One evening, as you were both lounging on the couch, Jake playfully nudged you with his elbow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You know, you were quite the pain in the ass when you were sick. All clingy and needy, constantly asking me to bring you stuff."

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying recalling the memories of taking care of you.

"I can't imagine," you chuckle. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He smiled, his gaze softening as he looked at you. He couldn't deny that taking care of you had brought out a more tender side of him, and secretly, he had enjoyed caring for you during your illness.

"Yeah, well, someone had to keep your stubborn ass in line. You would've run yourself into the ground if I hadn't been there to force you to rest."

He reached over and ruffled your hair affectionately.

"Thank you"

"You're welcome, sweetheart. But you better keep yourself in check from now on. Don't go forgetting your jacket in the rain again, or I'll have to play nurse for you all over again."