Peter looked at Harper curiously, wishing he could understand her. He thought she was more likely to tell him what was the matter than Jules was.

She got up quickly and went into the bathroom, Harper trotted behind but got shut out with they door.

"Are you OK Jules?" Peter called softly.

"Mhm" she called back, she sat in the corner and curled up.

Peter frowned worriedly, especially when she didn't come out. "Please tell me if you need help.." He sighed

"I'm fine!" She got up and opened the door, "See I'm not dead"

Peter sighed. "I love you Jules but I don't think this going to work if you just keep lying to me"

"Im just sick, I wont die" she leaned on the door frame.

"Im just sick, I wont die" she leaned on the door frame.

"I sure hope not" Peter said softly. "Anything I can do? Honestly?"