Sure, why not?

You go to the bathroom and open up the cabinet before removing two cold madicine tablets from their foil encasing. You fill a paper cup with some water and bring it over to Melody, who has moved into bed. She gladly takes the medication and downs it with some of the water.

"Thanks." She says, setting the cup down on her dresser. "And thank you for being so nice to me tonight. It means a lot to me."

"Hey, you don't deserve what Keith did to you. It was my pleasure to cheer you up." You smile and she smiles back.

"It's funny. I thought I was going to cry all night long, but now I can't even bring myself to shed a tear over him. " She put her head down on her pillow and closes her eyes. "You have a way with my emotions, Jack."

God, if only you knew how to work all of her emotions. "Good night, Melody. Sweet dreams."

"You too." She responds before drifting off. You take you pants and shirt off and climb into your own bed. You slowly go to sleep as well, your eyes locked on Melody's snoozing body until your eyelids closed shut.

The next morning, you wake up to the unpleasant sunbeams penatrating the blinds on the window and forcing themselves into your eyes. You grumble as you get out of bed and look over at Melody. Her forehead is soaked in sweat and she's rolling around uncomfortably, groaning.

Uncertainly, you touch her shoulder and give her a quick shake. She bolts right up in bed and almost gives you a heart attack. "Keith! No!" She cries out before seeming to realize where she was. Slowly she lowered her head down to the pillow. "Oh, Jack. Sorry about that. I was having a bad dream."

"I gathered." You say. You press your hand against her forehead and besides finding it wet, it's also extremely hot. "Holy crap." You say. "You're burning up."

"I feel like shit." She grumbles.

"I think you have a fever. We should check though." You look around. "Do we have a thermometer in here?"

"Not since you accidentily broke it a few months ago." Melody mumbles.

"Well, shit. Would any of our neighbors have one?"

"Alicia's pre-med and she owes me a favor. She should have a spare one lying around."

"Alicia hates my guts." You grimace. "She'd rather give me hell than a thermometer."

"You'd just have to ask nicely." Melody says with a groan. "What about Scott and Dirk? You're on good terms with them."

"They only thing remotely medicinal in their room is herbal." You sigh.

"Well, I'm out of options. No one else on the floor is going to give a damn." She closes her eyes and groans again. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. You were going to have to do something quick.