Chapter 45: Space

Jameson got to his apartment and slammed his door shut. His fingers went straight to his hair. "It's the right thing to do, James, you did the right thing," he kept assuring himself but couldn't suppress the anxiety growing inside him.

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Back in New York, he remembered how Jackie knocked on the door of his room. They all lodged in a hotel, their rooms not far from each other.

Opening the door, his face contorted into a surprised expression.

"Jackie?" He frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on you. You seemed pale for a moment while we were at the beach. That was why you left early. Are you alright?"

"I thought I clearly told you not to worry about me, Jackie," he cut her off.

"None of your friends or even your sister knows you're sick. This is too risky," Jackie said.

"I'll be fine if that's what you want to know," Jameson said, trying to close the door, but she held it.

"Wait," she stated, and he waited for her to speak again. She drew out a small container which J