[Not only is Jane randomly thousands of miles from the bed she left Jesse in, she's also not alone. A teenager is kneeling beside her. He's kneeling in a puddle of ginger tea that he had intended to give her-still steaming a little and making his eyes water where it's burning his knees-but dropped in surprise at that violent awakening. Oh, gods. Girls aren't suppossed to throw up like that...]

Hey. It's okay. I've got you. It's normal to feel sick, so don't be scared, alright?

[He removes the hand he'd pressed queasily to his own mouth to mumble a few reassurances over her. Wow. Chunky vomit aside, she's beautiful...and also like half naked. Definitely not wearing pants. Woah.]

[...Right, that's a problem! He shakes his head a little to clear his thoughts, eyes lingering on her smooth thighs a few seconds longer than professional, and then a few seconds longer yet. He pries them away a little short of indecently gawking, and hazily shrugs out of his sweatshirt. It takes a little longer than it would if there wasn't a giant cast on his arm, but he manages it anyway, and holds it out to her.]

Here. It's chilly, and anyway you're-um. Don't worry, we can fix that too. Can you stand up, or do you need help?