Joey couldn't help but smile at Jessie. She was doing for him what he had done for her and it was what he needed. Just because he could care for other people didn't mean he could take care of himself right now.
"Okay," he agreed, because he did want to feel better. "I can do that. It will probably help make me not feel so sick after I take medication too. I'm on like 13 things. I had to have surgery on my hands and feet. I still can't really play my guitar." He held his wrists out and flexed them. "Had nails jammed in there. Messed up ligaments or something or other."