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Jamie had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night.

When she stepped into the dimly lit living room, the faint silhouette of someone startled her. She froze for a moment before realizing it was Ben. "Ben, why are you sitting here instead of sleeping?" Ben let out a low grunt, his voice so faint she thought she had imagined it.

As Jamie approached, the sheen of sweat on his forehead and his unusually pale face came into view.

"Are you feeling unwell?" she asked, her tone laced with concern.

"Could you get me some antacid?" Ben replied, his voice carrying a subtle weakness that was uncharacteristic for him.

It clicked. Ben had always struggled with stomach issues. His workaholic lifestyle often made it worse.

Her worry spiked. She paced the living room, trying to recall where she might have stored some medicine. "Wait here. I think I have some in my room."

She hurried back, returning moments later with the medication and a cup of warm water. Ben took the medicine, his tightly furrowed brows easing slightly as he drank.

"Feeling better?" Jamie asked anxiously.

a faint nod,

and fetched her own

heat helps. Try holding this against

the pink water bottle, visibly hesitant.

chance to protest, Jamie pushed it into his hands. "Now's not the time to worry about appearances. Just

illness had chased away her drowsiness. Jamie stayed with him, keeping an eye on his condition until the early hours of the morning. Eventually, exhaustion caught up

she woke, she found

first instinct to check

alarm, his skin was burning hot.

could you be this sick and not say anything?" Jamie muttered, pulling her hand away from his forehead. His temperature shocked her, and a mix of anger and worry surged through

was upset that he hadn't mentioned feeling worse and heartbroken seeing him

feverish to respond coherently. There was no point in scolding him now. Jamie resigned herself to

his forehead with a cool, damp cloth and coaxed him into taking some fever

with confusion. His usual sharpness

Am I dreaming?" he murmured, his voice thick