Griffin's POV

When Jack woke up, he really didn't look any better than before. If anything, he was worse. His eyes were bloodshot, and he had a terrible, wracking cough. I told him to say put, which I realized was ridiculous the moment I said it, and ransacked his kitchen cabinets for anything that looked like it might help. I found some tea that looked relatively new, and a can of chicken soup that appeared to be somewhat promising. I put a kettle of water on the stove to ...