When I had pushed open the door to the hospital the same overpowering yet familiar smells hit me. Cleaning products used so often it burnt your nose, the bags dark under the eyes of the secretary as she was almost finished her shift. A sympathetic smile raising to my lips, I walked past gazing at the scenery. 

Doctors walking hurriedly, expressions of concern or complete concentration as their feet clicked the ground at a rapid pace. Citizens waiting in different places, either for visitations or check-ups themselves. 

Clutching the paper brown bag in my hand I prayed to whatever god there was that Jack didn't have any more checkups while I was here. Wanting to spend the most time with him possible, I turned left down a hallway I knew all too well, I slowed my pace as I gazed at the door Jack was behind.

What if he's sleeping? He must've been up pretty late too.

Tugging a hand through my hair nervously, I knocked loud enough for someone to hear on the other side of the door. Silence greeted me. A frown tugging at my lips, I looked down the hallway seeing if there was anybody around to tell me if Jack was in the right condition for visitors.

A knot twisted it's way into my stomach, my mind beginning to race at what might have happened. Scowling, I scrunched my face in my hands before knocking once more. Hearing small curses being muttered from the room, I heard a groan and what sounded like a bed creaking.

 "Who is it?" Jack's voice calling out, my worry melted away instantly, releasing my death grip on the brown paper bag. 

"Me."  A chuckle escaping the lips of Jack, I felt my stomach flutter at the sound. A grin slowly spreading across my lips, I leaned closer towards the door.

"Me who?" 

"Me who brought food."  A gasp sounding out, there were quick words of 'come in' or 'I'm so hungry'. A laugh emitted itself from my mouth as I pushed the door open to see Jack sitting upright in his bed, his eyes gleaming in excitement.

Chills rushing down my spine, I walked forward, sitting beside him on the bed and raising the brown bag to my face shaking it.

"Guess what's in here?~" Jack scooting closer sniffing the air, his eyes widened as he stared at me in disbelief.

"I smell chicken nuggets."

"And fries."

"I just want to tell you how grateful I am right now to you. God bless." Jack's face beaming as he pretended to bow a few times, he tried to get a little closer, making grabbing hands toward the bag.

Laughing at his desperation, I handed him the brown bag and he instantly ripped the top of it open, staring down at the food. Jack's eyes wide open, he reached his hand into the bag pulling out a container filled with chicken nuggets.

Jack's eyes glossing over in pure bliss, he turned to look at me, his smile spread fully across his face. Springing up from the place he sat, my eyes widened as I felt his arms wrap around me and hugged me tightly.

"Thank you so much, Mark!"

"O-Oh, don't worry about it I promise it was nothing."

"Well, it means a lot to me, I haven't had this in forever." Jack's expression nostalgic, he opened the container pulling out one and brought it close to my face. Heat flaring up inside my face, I looked up at him questioningly.

"What is this supposed to do."

"You have first!" A shock jolting through me, I felt a grin spread slightly across my face. My heart beating rapidly inside my chest, smashing against my ribcage looking for an escape so it would fly away, I shut my eyes. Opening my mouth, he tossed the chicken, landing on my tongue.  Peeking one eye open, he wore a satisfied grin, pulling away from me his fingers gently brushed my lips.

The smell of pine wafting it's way towards me. Already over before it even started. Parting my lips to say something, Jack beat me to it, his expression a little more sombre than it was initially.

"This is probably the first actual meal I've had since I've been in the hospital."

"You don't eat here?"

"No, not usually unless I'm really starving. Hospital food sucks so much, I think it's healthier to not eat it with how bad it tastes." Jack giggling slightly, his hand reached and scratched the back of his neck, his eyes averting mine. Furrowing my eyebrows, I extended my hand, placing it on his chin and forcing him to look at me.

Concern ebbing through me, I let out a small sigh. Jack's eyes shining in surprise, a light tint of pink spread across his face.

"You have to eat something, do you want me to make you anything at home? I could bring some food so you'll always have something to eat." Jack's eyes widening, he grinned, cupping his hands on mine, I watched as he pulled my hand away from his face.

"You're too kind Mark, but I'm going to be alright." Jack trying to brush away the conversation, I let out a growl as I tugged him slightly towards me. Has he not been eating this entire time?

"You can't heal if you're not eating." Grabbing the nuggets and placing them in his lap, he jumped slightly not expecting the sudden movement.

"Now, what would you like me to make you at home because I'm not taking no as an answer." Making eye contact with Jack once more, he scowled, seeming like he was about to oppose before his face melted into one a little happier, hope dazzling inside of Jack's eyes.

"Pizza?"

"Pizza it is."