"That's a hell of a nightmare." He agreed. "It's likely the NyQuil what caused it. I'm sorry 'bout that."
Jesse left the cloth where it was and reached to pull more blankets over her. He'd left them at the end of the couch just for that reason. He didn't need her shivering or her burrowing further under to know that she was cold. She was sick, so she was either way too cold or way too hot at any given moment. Either way, it meant she needed more covers.
"In the kitchen, makin you some soup." he nodded behind, "Chicken and stars. My momma used to make it for me when I wasn't feelin well. The little pasta stars made me feel better. Thought it might help you, too."
Jesse didn't feel the need to add that the stars hadn't actually done anything to help his illness, that it was all just in his head. She was a smart woman.
"Nah, not like a girl. But ya sounded scared. Thought somebody broke in here somehow without me knowin it. Got my heart poundin real good."