Sebastian thought that Jim sick was one of the funnier things he had been privy to. He had gotten a doctor, asked what it was, and was assured by the doctor that the fever would break in a few hours. Pilar warned that Jim would be nauseous, dizzy and the fever may cause the man to say strange things. 

Sebastian was sitting by the hotel bed, reading, when the man woke up and puked over the side of the bed. Not something he would be bringing up again. He reached around to pull Jim out of bed, muttering under his breathe as he brought the man into the bathroom and sat him down. 

“How’re you feeling hot stuff?” Sebastian asked as Jim rolled over and puked in the toilet. “That bad, huh?” Sebastian stood up and grabbed a glass, finding a bottle of water and pouring a cup for Jim. 

“You’re hot stuff.” Jim muttered, taking the water and gargling before spitting into the toilet. “Mister runner. Mister fine arse.” 

Sebastian laughed, pushing his hand against Jim’s forhead as the man glared at him. 

“I didn’t say that.”

“I didn’t hear a thing boss.” Sebastian said, smiling a bit. He was crouching down and leaning over Jim, checking his eyes and putting his hand over his pulse, making sure all the things were regular.

“I’m not sick.”

“No that’s the sound of me puking.” Sebastian said, smiling as Jim retched over the side of the toilet.

“Kill the chef.”

“No,”

“I’ll kill him-“

“No.”

“You spoil all my fun.”

“You’re spoiling my appetite,” Sebastian said, placing the bottle by Jim’s knee and standing up, walking towards the bedroom. “Just try to aim properly.” Sebastian said, just about to close the door.

“Yeah you walk away mister fine arse! I’ll puke on your rifle.”

“That’s cute.” 

“Your ass is cute.” Jim muttered before puking again into the toilet. Sebastian shook his head and kept the door open as he called for the maid from downstairs. These would be a long few hours.