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little did @parvuls know the extent of their power to manifest some zimbits but uhh here you go
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“Hey Bittle?”
“Mphhh.”
“Bittle, you awake?”
“Mphhhhhhhhhh.”
Jack edges into the room, lit only by the twinkle lights above the bed. That part isn't new. As much as Bittle perks up during checking practice and afterwards when they get coffee at Annie’s, Jack can count on one hand the number of times that Bittle has actually been ready to leave on time. Jack’s not a huge fan of a four AM wake up either, but he still does it. The team is important, Bittle’s comfort on the ice is important, and at the end of the day, Jack’s the captain. He has to live up to all their expectations.
What is new is the sweat that Jack can see on Bittle’s forehead even from across the room. He edges closer. Bittle is shaking pretty hard for all he’s wrapped in two different comforters and an extra blanket. He reaches out to shake Bittle on the shoulder.
“Bittle?”
Bittle’s shoulder is clammy. Jack reaches out to feel Bittle’s forehead with his other hand to check and - yup. Bittle’s definitely got a fever. Probably the flu that’s been going around campus in recent days. Jack’s had his flu shot this year already, so he’s probably fine.
He leaves quietly, trying to let him sleep a little more and pads down to the kitchen. He finds both bottled water and gatorade in the fridge. Makes some dry toast in case Bittle feels up to solid food. Grabs the tylenol. Heads back upstairs.
He nudges the door open with his shoulder and sees that Bittle has fully retreated into his bedding, only his hair visible in the soft light.
“Bittle wake up.”
“Can’mayme,” comes from the cocoon.
“Captain’s orders,” Jack says firmly.
Bittle pokes his head out, eyes firmly closed.
“Jack Zimmmermann I have a fever if you think I am getting out of this bed for fucking checking practice in this condition you have another thing coming. They’ll never find your body. Every now and then the NHL commentators will be all: ‘Remember Jack Zimmermann? He was doing so well in college, scouted by the Falconers and Bruins and Habs his senior year, and then just disappeared. Wonder what happened to him.’ Now go ‘way.”
Jack’s never heard Bittle’s accent so thick before, not even after long breaks.
He retreats back into his cocoon, sniffling loud enough that Jack can hear it, even through the blankets.
“I brought you tylenol and gatorade. Toast if you are hungry.”
Bittle’s face is wide with shock over the top of his comforter.
“You did?”
“Yup.”
“For me?”
“For you.”
“And you aren’t going to make me go to checking practice?”
“Of course not Bittle, I’m not a monster.”
“Oh,” says Bittle. “Thank you, Jack.”
“You’d fall over before we even got to Faber anyway,” he teases. Bittle groans.
“Chirp chirp, Mr. Zimmermann.”
Bittle manages to extract himself enough to sit up. Well, to slump up against his headboard, at least. He reaches for the Tylenol weakly. Jack wordlessly pops the top and shakes out two pills, and hands them over. He cracks the top of the gatorade for him and passes that over as well. Bittle knocks back the tablets and puts the gatorade on his nightstand.
“Toast?” Jack asks.
“Not hungry. It’s four in the morning, Jack.”
“Okay,” he chuckles. “Get some more sleep, Bittle. Let yourself get better.”
“‘Kay.”
Bittle’s sliding back down to his mattress, already halfway back to sleep. Jack hovers by the bed, uncertain.
“I can email your professors for you, um, if you want me to.”
“Mhmmkay.”
“I’ll be back to check on you in a few hours after my first two classes,” says Jack. “Do you need anything else before I go? There’s some water here too.”
“Actually, Jack?”
“Yeah Bittle?”
“Come closer, my throat hurts if I talk so loud.”
He leans in, concerned. Should he grab some cough drops? Make tea? Do they even have honey in the Haus right now? Bittle hasn’t been coughing yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
“What is it?”
Bittle cracks one eye open, and Jack almost falls over from the force of the glare Bittle manages.
“Go. A. Way.”
“You got it.”
He has just reached the door when from behind him he hears Bittle one more time.
“Thanks, Jack.”
“Of course, Bittle. Feel better.”
He leaves the room, and before the door closes he hears Bittle sigh quietly, already asleep.
He gets back from his run before anyone else is up and takes it upon himself to do some tidying after his shower. Bittle shouldn’t have to navigate any size mess when he’s in the Haus alone and sick. He puts on his audiobook as he puts the clean dishes away and wipes down the counters, clears the stairs of a couple coats that have been there since the last kegster, and makes sure there’s nothing in the hallway from Bittle’s room to the bathroom. He even empties the bathroom garbage can and makes sure there’s extra bags in case Bittle feels nauseous later. In a stroke of genius he makes signs for the other Haus denizens to be quiet when they wake up and tapes them on their doors. (Shitty’s sign is on their bathroom door.) Satisfied with his morning’s work, he leaves the Haus, heading to the dining hall for a quick breakfast before class.
He’s halfway through his meal that it occurs to him that he’s never fussed this hard over any other friend when they’ve been sick - even Shitty. The thought makes him freeze mid-bite.
It’s probably just because I was the one who found him.
Content with that reasoning, he resumes eating his breakfast, idly planning on what to bring Bittle after his morning classes. He’s pretty sure they sell cough drops at the student union...
Yusei: *giving some sorta speech about friendship and how he is strong because of his friends*
Jack: I’m not one of your friends
Yusei: *continues giving speech about friendship and how jack is one of his friends unperturbed*
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