[wren & jeremiah]
For a heartbeat, Jeremiah stood frozen, and then he quickly slipped the thermometer and the chest rub into his pocket, and held out his hands so Wren could see them, there was just the bottle of Tylenol, and he hoped that it wouldn't be a problem.
"Wren it's okay," he quickly told the younger boy. "See it's just Tylenol, it'll help with your fever, and keeping your chest from hurting and you don't have to take it - honest, I just want to try to help."
He didn't step any closer, not from any particular fear of the boy - it seemed likely that Jeremiah could probably wrestle him to the ground if needed. He was a slip of a thing, but he could see the fear was real and he didn't want to create more of it. "See, if you don't want it I'll put it away, but the thermometer goes in your ear, like so -" he demonstrated with his finger - " and we can see what your body temperature is and if you're sick. But we don't have to. If you don't want it."