Cold

Pitch lay in the darkness, feeling just generally miserable. He curled up tightly beneath his thick warm blanket, yet he was still shivering slightly.
"Hey, Pitch..." Jacks voice gently broke the silence as he stepped into the room. "How are you doing?" Pitch shot out a withering glare that, had it been anyone else, would have anyone cringing. "Look... I'm sorry ok?" Pitch just turned away. Jack sat on the bed, gently running his fingers through Pitch's hair.
"This is all your fault Jack." Pitch said his voice coming out scratchy and hoarse.
"Well when you want to snuggle with the spirit of winter you have to accept the fact that you might catch a cold." Jack said sternly.
"I still feel like blaming you." Pitch pouted.
"Well if that's how you feel I guess I'll just leave." Jack said playfully. Pouting some more Pitch grumbled an apology. "That's better, now come here." Jack placed his hand onto Pitch's forehead. "Yeah you definitely have a fever."
"I must ask how you know that since you have ice-cold skin and everything feels hot to you." Jack rolled his eyes.
"Pitch, for one, stop talking your throat sounds bad enough as it is. And just because your skin already feels hot to me doesn't mean I can't tell when its much hotter than usual." Jack gently tucked the blanket a little tighter around Pitch. "Now is there anything I can get for you?" Pitch sat up and turned to Jack, his eyes pleading. Just as he was about to say something a sudden bout of coughing wracked his body. Jack gently rubbed Pitch's back until the coughs subsided.
"S-Some tea would be nice Frost..." Pitch said. Jack nodded and wandered away leaving Pitch to sit in the dark brooding. He really hated that he was stuck having to rely on someone else. He hated feeling weak, but he guessed he had to grin and bear it since Jack insisted on taking care of him. Pitch didn't now this but Jack really did feel guilty, he felt it was his fault that Pitch got sick. He felt it was the least he could do. The teen came back a short while later, and gave Pitch a steaming mug. He sat next to Pitch again and the two snuggled together, and would do so for a good long while.