Jason was driving through the thick snow that was falling outside, trying to get home faster since his partner had called to say he was feeling sick. He was so worried he couldn't think straight. The money problems were already weighing heavily on him, and now his partner being sick was making everything worse.

His partner's mental health had deteriorated over the past few months. He was schizophrenic, and his constant attacks made Jason extremely worried. Now with him being physically sick too, Jason's concern had reached new heights.

Jason pulled in front of a small pharmacy, got out of the car, and the cold air hit him like a slap. He really needed a new coat; this one couldn't keep him warm anymore. He brushed off the thought and walked inside, buying medications for fever and coughing to be prepared.

When he arrived at the apartment building, Jason first fed the cat that usually stayed outside. He then took the elevator up to his shared apartment. It was about 9pm on this cold winter night, with snow still falling and wind blowing fiercely outside.

He slowly removed his coat and boots, both covered in snow, then walked to the bedroom. There he found his partner covered in blankets, face flushed and sweaty, shivering underneath the covers. Jason sighed, seeing clearly that he was sick. He walked over, moving a few strands of hair from his partner's face and placing his palm on his forehead. He was burning up. Jason gently shook him by the arm to wake him. "Come on baby, wake up a bit," he said softly.