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Jake knew something was off the second he stepped into their temporary home.
It was quiet. Too quiet.
You weren’t in the kitchen blaring music while you cooked dinner like normal. You weren’t even asleep on the couch with the tv on.
Your car was in the driveway so he knows you have to be home. Have to be.
He looks around in all the downstairs rooms and couldn’t seem to find you. Didn’t even see anything amiss with the house either.
He headed upstairs and walked into the bedroom. He almost walked back out if not for the little bit of hair that was peeking out of the blankets that were piled on top of you. Strange. You’re a freeze baby, always cold so you’re always putting your chilly feet on him in bed, but this is excessive. It’s California and the air conditioning was barely running. Jake’s going to have to turn the thermostat down in a bit or he knows he’s going to sweat to death.
He walked over to you and tried to pull the blankets away from your face but you buried your face further into the blankets with a whine.
“Baby? Can I see your pretty face please?” Jake asked you gently.
Some shuffling came from the blankets but no face peeked out.
“No? I can’t see you?”
More shuffling.
“Pretty please? I missed you all day,” Jake said as he tried to peel the blankets from your head again.
He finally was able to see you and noticed you looked… off. Your eyes a little watery and slightly droopy. Your skin looked a bit clammy. He immediately pressed the back of his hand to your forehead.
“You feel warm. What’s with all the blankets?” He asked softly.
“So cold,” you said as you wiggled your body to further cover as much of yourself as you could under all the blankets.
He nodded and headed to the hallway closet and got the thermometer and with a little encouragement got it under your tongue.
After about 30 seconds the thermometer beeped and it was just as he suspected, a fever.
“Can you sit up for me?” He asked and you shook your head.
He sighed. You hate being sick, not that anyone really likes it but you despise it. You hate laying around and doing nothing. You especially hate having to rely on anyone, even him.
He scooped you up a little and moved you more towards the middle of the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, “You have a fever. Any other symptoms?”
You nod. He sat for a second and waited for you to continue but you just continued staring at him.
He chuckled, “Do you want me to list some and you can nod or shake your head?”
You nod.
If that was the case then you must have a, “Sore throat?”
You nod.
“Bad?”
You nod.
With the pile of blankets he can assume, “Chills?”
You nod again.
“Headache?”
You nod.
He quickly got out his phone and started typing in the symptoms he has listed off.
“Do you think it’s a cold?”
You shake your head.
“The flu?”
You shake your head again.
“Okay next on the list: strep?”
You nod.
“Ohh baby you poor thing. Why didn’t you text me?” He asked as he set a hand on your forehead and brushed your hair back.
You shrug and just stare up at him pitifully.
“Well, looks like we’re going to the doctors. Get your shoes on,” Jake said as he stood up.
You groan but follow his order and crawled out of bed to put your shoes on. You threw on one of his sweatshirts and Jake couldn’t help but think how adorable you are is in his clothes. There’s just something about seeing his wife in his clothes that he absolutely loves.
He got you out to the car and it didn’t take long until he was pulling into the med center. He checked you in and filled out your form for you while you leaned back in your chair a little and closed your eyes.
When your name was called you got up to follow the nurse but stopped at the door and stared at Jake until he got up to come too.
“Sorry didn’t realize you wanted me there too,” Jake said as he caught up to you.
You nod and follow the nurse into the exam room.
Once inside the nurse takes your vitals. Confirms that Jake was right and you do in fact have a fever.
She starts to ask you about your symptoms and you stare at her and then at Jake for a moment. It hurt to talk. It hurts to do anything involving your throat. You pull out your phone and type on it before passing it to Jake.
He gives you a funny look and then reads out loud, “It feels there’s glass in my throat. I have a headache and I feel tired but mostly it’s the glass pain.”
The nurse laughs and thanks Jake before getting a throat swab out for a rapid throat culture test.
The machine doing the throat culture wasn’t even on for five minutes before it was flashing positive for Strep A.
“That makes sense why you feel like there’s glass in your throat. Hopefully some antibiotics will make it stop. The doctor will be right in to give you the prescription for those and get you on your way,” the nurse says as she’s walking out of the room.
Jake thanks her for you and leans over and kisses your forehead, “My poor baby. You should have texted me. I would have come home sooner to take you to the doctors.”
You shrug and sigh. You didn’t want to bother him at work. To be honest you were just hoping it all went away but after a nap it just felt ever worse.
The doctor soon came in and confirmed the test and you were out the door quickly with Jake and your prescription.
He dropped you off at home before he ran out and got it along with a giant box of popsicles and a blue slushie for you.
The next day you were still a little bit iffy but finally the day after that you were feeling more like yourself.
Jake smiled seeing you out of bed in the morning, “No more glass?”
You shook your head with a smile, “No more glass.”