She knew that he hadn't gotten much sleep that night, that was pretty much a complete given. She reached up and gently traced under his eyes, frowning at the deep shade of purple that they held. She knew he didn't get sleep, she had either mistaken his stillness for rest, or he had pretended. Even if he had actually fallen asleep, it wasn't for very long. Though, she didn't chastise him for acting as he did, she knew he didn't need any additional stress to his current situation, all she wanted was to know how to help him. It killed her to see him in pain like this, she wished she could just lull him to sleep, but it didn't particularly work like that.<br/><br/>When he tucked his head against her chest, she smiled and continued to run her fingers through his silky hair, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. When he fluttered his eyes closed from her actions, she continued, hoping to bring him some comfort in his discomfort. When he questioned her about her dreams, she raised an eyebrow with a smile. She wasn't sure she remembered what she dreamed through the night, but she could easily make one up, or go off one from a previous night. Anything for him. "Well, I can't really remember, but I can tell you this really weird one I had as a kid." She offered with a smile of her own, stretching a bit before she continued. "So it was really weird, you can't judge me. So I was sitting in my room, at my house before The Fall. I was talking to my stuffed animals, which was weird thing number one, but all of the sudden this big man came in. He was like, six foot on e thousand, fat, and bald. Me, the nice tiny kid I was, went to sat hi, but he grabbed my hand and went to eat it." She stifled a laugh, shaking her head at the story. "But the weird thing was, his teeth weren't teeth, they were crayons. Eating my hand didn't go as planned for him, and he broke his crayon teeth, so I grabbed my stuffed animals and took off down the stairs, which was a slide might I add. And when I got downstairs there was this random ass party in full swing," She shook her head with a laugh. "I can't even remember the rest, I think I was on crack as a kid." She giggled, looking down to him. He was honestly one of, if not the, most attractive people she'd seen.<br/><br/>She brushed some hair out of his face, sitting up. "I'm going to get you some water, and let's see if we can't get some food in your stomach, yeah?" She didn't want to get out of bed, but she had to take care of him and all of their other duties that he couldn't participate in. He needed to rest, and she would force him to if he refused. She slowly slid out of the makeshift bed, pulling the blanket back up over him and giving him a warm smile before stalking back to the kitchen area. She wasn't a particularly skilled cook, but she was able to whip something up based on the number of times she'd seen him cook. Hopefully she could offer him something edible at the very least. She ended up just making the same stew type thing he had made for her, deciding it was easiest. She grabbed him a cup of water and walked it back into the bedroom, offering the two items to him after he sat up. "Okay, there's a small chance I could've poisoned you, but I think you're safe." She winked and sat on the edge of the bed, biting her lip.<br/><br/>She looked him over, seeing the small layer of sweat on his forehead. She handed it to the sheer heat of the plane, hoping that they weren't facing the physical side effects of withdrawal so early on. She didn't have any way of cooling him down once he hit a fever, so she had to be creative on the ways she could tend to him. "I'm going to need to make a supply run here in a handful of days, just to give you a heads up." She didn't, by ANY means, intend on leaving him while he was sick. "So we will just see how you are by then." She gave him a tentative smile, nodding as he ate. These next few days would be interesting to say the very least.<br/><br/>The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully, and while to most that sounds boring, to her it was a blessing. Arc hadn't presented that many alarming symptoms, the most 'severe' she would say would be the dizzy spells that he tended to get while he was sitting up. It was safe to say she made him lay down and rest the<i>entire</i>day. He ate on and off, drank some of the water she would offer him, but not enough for her to be satisfied. He was exhausted, and didn't have the energy to do anything except breathe for the most part. Madison tended to all the major needs of the plane, going back and forth from taking care of him, to washing his blood stained clothes, to taking care of him, to fixing a bulb, to taking care of him, the list was endless, but she didn't mind. It kept her mind busy, and she would do anything to help him. She hadn't ever been in love before, but she was sure that was what she felt for him, or pretty close to it at least. Feelings are complicated.<br/><br/>By the time the night rolled by, and she was finished for the day, all she wanted for him to do was sleep. She knew that he was more comforted when she laid with him, so that's what she did. She propped her back against the wall as he laid against her, her hands running through his hair and along his back. "You're so tired, I can tell, let's try and get you some rest." She whispered quietly. She was<i>not </i>going to sleep if he didn't and that was absolutely final. A random thought popped into her head as she was stroking his hair, making her tilt her head. When she was little, her mom would sing to her if she couldn't sleep. "You know, my mom would sing to me if I ever couldn't sleep, it worked pretty well...want me to try?"