Peter Maximoff and Jubilee (x men)

Help me please

Peter's POV

Jubilee is sick, really sick. She's been sick for two days already and she can barely walk straight. Her fever has been spiking like crazy, and she can barely keep anything down that she eats. No one has gone in her room in two days besides me. I get to her door, and prepare for the heart break I'm about to endure seeing that girl I love, and my best friend sick. She feels terrible, and you can tell by just looking at her. I open her door and peer in to see her laying on her bed, trash can of tissues next to her and blankets everywhere.
"I told you to go away," she says quietly, her voice raspy from al the coughing she has done the past two days.
"I didn't listen because I'm afraid for you okay? I care ya know, and plus I've never gotten sick a day in my life. I'll be fine!" I say smirking and walking over to her bed to get a better look at her. Her face is pale, but her chest and arms are beet red.
"But you could still get sick Peter. Please," she says as I attempt to climb into the bed with her.
"Even if I do it's worth it. I love you Firecracker, you can barely see straight. God forbid anything happened to you while I wasn't in here, I'd die from pure guilt and despair. Just let me help, please?" I ask and she nods giving up entirely. We lay there like that for a long time, and she ends up falling asleep. Occasionally her body racks with coughs, but all I can do it just hand her the glass of water she has. When she wakes up I leave to grab her a bowl of soup, because honestly who doesn't love soup? The kitchen just ran out, so I start to head back up to her room to ask what else she wants.
"Help me... please..." I hear faintly coming from her door and I panic for a millisecond before running in. Everything looks like it's happening in slow motion, and technically for me everything does happen in slow motion. All I see is Jubilee falling, her head about to connect with the corner of her dresser. I run to catch her right in time, her eyes barely open, and I can feel my heart beating 200 times a minute. Once she is safely in my arms everything goes back to normal.
"Jubilee! Jubilee are you okay?" I ask my voice cracking lowering her to the ground.
"What?" She asks groggily, her eyes barely opening and my heart drops.
"You could've died..." I say quietly a tear rolling down my cheek, thinking about what wouldn't happened if I had gotten here a second later.
"But I didn't right?" She asks sitting up slowly and smiling at me and kisses my cheek. "Stay as long as you like babe, I love you," she whispers pressing her forward against mine and tries to get up. She sways and I steady her by her waist, and lead her to the bed. I throw her a blanket and curl up next to her. I try to slow my heart beat, and steady my breathing. I hear her faint snoring and smile knowing that I saved her.
Two days later Jubilee is no longer sick and everything is back to normal, for the most part at least. I sleep next to her every night, although I never tough her unless she cuddled up next to me. I try to respect her personal space, and I never know when I'm allowed to touch her. I always ask to kiss her most of the time, and when I go to hug her I always give her time to pull away. I love her a lot, but that doesn't mean I can't be a gentleman about everything.