Jesse had gotten up and taped his first two fingers together after his tantrum. (That's what it was, if he was being honest with himself.) An old bag of frozen corn had gotten pressed into service as an ice pack, and now he was tucked into their bed, feeling generally miserable.
He sat up when he heard JJ come in, the greeting dying on his lips as he took in the state of her. "Fucking hell, JJ, what happened to you?" he asked, getting up and coming over to have a closer look at her.