stuck thinking about sick!jack who is not used to getting sick ever. He works out, he runs outside as much as the leg lets him, he does yoga in the morning, has a somewhat solid sleeping schedule and visits the filthiest places during his work as a TEMS that keeps his immune system at an all-time high.
So color him surprised, when he wakes up on a Friday afternoon, ready to get going for his shift and that little spike of a headache that he nursed away with an extra calm bit of yoga and a steaming hot cup of tea, has grown into full-body shivers, aches and fever so high he can barely think straight enough to remember where he'd put his phone.
Jack doesn't want to call in sick. But he couldn't even get up if he tried, so he reluctantly does.
Thinking about Robby spending no longer than a second longer at the PTMC that afternoon and getting right to work instead. He might have head a whole devastatingly exhausting 12 hour shift, but Jack never gets sick, so either he's actively dying or going through something he definitely shouldn't be alone with.
So he drives over, drops the key in the little bowl by the entrance, kicks off his shoes and rushed towards the side of Jack's bed, jacket still on.
Thinking about how Robby's chest pulls tight seeing Jack wrecked.
Thinking about how Jack melts into the hand sloppily reaching to check his temperature.
Thinking about how a shaky, hot hand reaches out to wrap around a hairy wrist, pressing the cool palm back against his burning forehead.
Thinking about Jack's weak little voice begging Robby to stay.
