If you're taking requests. Could I get a sick War JJ. He's sick with the stomach flu (Or just regular flu) and someone like Henrik tries to help. But because of War JJ not particularly liking Henrik... like at all, he freaks out (like a panic attack) because of him instead so Henrik and the others have to find a different way to help him. (Sorry if this was kind of long).
This wasn’t right. He was a soldier, he wasn’t meant to show weakness. He had to pull himself to his feet, bear down through it but he was shaking too fiercely to get his bearings. His weak legs had only lasted long enough for him to escape that so-called bloody “doctor’s” table and take cover in one of the far corners. Now his head was spinning, his throat and stomach frighteningly tight. He could barely make out the German’s voice at the door.
“...no more I can do! ...not a scrap of trust...only glad I did not have the scalpels close at the hand! Can you...?” A weighted silence and then...
“Warren?” It was one of the other Jacksons, the dapper one, hands held up placatingly as he approached to crouch across from him. “This is quite a state you’re in, eh? I hear you took rather unkindly to Dr. Schneeplestein’s examination...He has no desire to hurt you, I swear.”
“Warren”, as he was so called to differentiate him, offered a glare that was more pain than defiance, curling in on himself as his stomach spasmed. A lurch and a shudder had his breaths shallowly hitching, a clammy hand clamping over his mouth.
“Alright, alright, easy. There’s a bin just there if you need -- ” Jameson cringed, averting his eyes as his counterpart violently retched. His meals were few and far between; there wasn’t much to bring up but bile. “Jeepers! Y-You, ah, you stay put, my good man -- I shouldn’t think you’d care to move anyway -- and I’ll just fetch some water and broth.”