#( sick )

[blakocelot]

I would love to analyze this frame by frame

Dandadan | E7 - To a Kinder World

[creekfiend]

literally just starting to come out of this two day migraine fugue state lmao today was FULLY tall small in a cup hours all day

[bisexual-engineer-guy]

Just had a shower so good I had to step out to grab a glass of water and go back in

[ink-the-artist]

omg redbubble has holographic stickers now?????

[roxygen22]

Sickly Lee from bones and All getting taken care of by reader they have to stay at a hotel cuz Lee feels so sick as they are traveling during bad weather. He doesn’t want to rest but reader is worried about him and they need somewhere safer than lee’s truck. They wait out the storm and lee’s illness until it lets up. Which is a good few days.

Snowed In

"Lee, we have to find somewhere to pull over."

Your words didn't seem to register as Lee maintained a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel, except when he swiped his runny nose with the back of his hand. He stared out into the swirling mass of snow that violently attacked the windshield and blanketed the ground. It was getting exponentially harder to see as day transitioned to night.

"Lee!"

"What?!" he bit back. You startled. He hardly ever yelled at you unless he was stressed. You saw instant regret on his face at your reaction.

"We need to find somewhere to stop. You can hardly see as it is, and it's getting dark," you repeated in a lower register.

"We need to get back to Independence. I've got a job lined up starting Monday. I can make some real money and stay in one spot for a while like you've wanted. We can push through this."

"But we'll freeze to death if we get stuck out here in the truck. The heater is already struggling to keep it warm in here," you retorted, zipping your coat to the max at your neck and throwing the hood over your head. You knew you had successfully made your point when all you heard was a heavy sigh in response.

As if it were by divine intervention, a red vacancy sign glowed in the distance. Lee followed it like a northern star to a third-rate motel off the highway.

"Stay in here. Gonna leave the truck running in case we need to move," he instructed. He bundled up the best he could in his tattered jacket and scarf and deftly exited the truck, barely letting in any of the bitter cold. He leaned into the wind as he walked to the office.

With nothing else to do, you looked around, noticing how the snow was already piling up into drifts on the upwind side of the trees. Being from the South, you'd never seen snow blow in sideways before, so you were both alarmed and mesmerized.

Movement from the office refocused your attention toward the door. A red-nosed Lee quick-stepped back to the truck with a large plastic keychain in hand and nimbly jumped back into the driver's side.

"We got the last room. The lady had the news going on the TV. Radar looks bad. You made the right call, making us stop." He half-smiled and held his hand to your cheek. You jumped back.

"You're freezing!" you shrieked.

"I know," he said, cackling. "And you're hot!" He grinned and raised his other hand as if he was going to put it on your other cheek, but you shoved it away with a playful scowl.

"Alright, alright, let's get inside, and then I can warm you up," you teased. The two of you traveled lightly, so you were able to make quick work of getting to the room. Lee sat on the edge of the bed and wiped his nose again.

"You feelin' okay?" you inquired, worried by the increasing frequency of his sniffling.

"Huh? Oh, it's just the shift from cold air to warm and back. I'm fine. Why don't we, uh, make the most of having an actual bed for a change?"

Lee snatched your arm and pulled you down. "Besides, we'll stay warmer if we're naked," he continued, cheeky grin plastered on his face. After snuggling turned into lovemaking, you both soon fell asleep, finding comfort in the warmth of tangled limbs.

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At some point in the night, you woke to Lee's obnoxious snoring, thanks to his congestion. You were unsure how much time had passed, but it was still dark out. Very dark. A little too dark. That's when you noticed the silence between Lee's breaths and realized that the power had gone out.

Curious, you extricated yourself from his grip and shuffled to the edge of the bed to look out the window. The parking lot was solid white, covered in undisturbed snow except the crude outline of buried cars and trucks. The wind had died, allowing the flakes to gently fall to the ground.

You were so caught up in the serenity that Lee's sudden cough startled you. He stirred but was still mostly asleep, just repositioning to get comfortable. You crawled back over to the middle of the bed and felt his forehead. As you suspected and feared, he was unnaturally warm. He shifted again in response to your touch.

"-t's up?" he slurred almost incoherently.

"Nothing, love. Go back to sleep." He immediately stilled as if you had him under a hypnotic spell. It took all your restraint not to giggle. You settled in next to him and went back to sleep yourself. There was nothing else to do in the pitch black without a flashlight or candles.

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You woke again after daybreak, but it wasn't the sunlight that roused you. Lee was shivering violently, despite the restored power and heating during the night. His red curls were damp from sweat. With no access to medicine or a doctor, you hoped that his body could fight off whatever was wrong on its own.

You slid out of bed again, careful not to jostle him. After quietly padding to the bathroom, you grabbed a washcloth and wet it down. The cold tap was freezing, and the hot tap was only slightly better. Once you wrung out the excess water, you laid it on Lee's forehead. This seemed to soothe him long enough to settle back into deeper sleep.

Knowing you had zero food in your bags, you decided to venture out to the vending machine you saw on arrival while there was still power. In case Lee woke, you wrote a note and stuck in on your pillow. You draped as many layers of clothing over your body as you could manage and bravely opened the door. There was a wall of snow up to your knees.

"I am definitely not used to this," you muttered. Tucking your chin into your jacket, you took a step forward and sank into the powdery mix. You awkardly picked up your feet up and over the snow step by step until you made it to the breezeway that housed the vending machine. Luckily, it was tucked away and spared from drifts.

Your gloved hands fumbled with the coins. You queued up a couple of bags of chips and granola bars and followed your footsteps back to your room. Thankfully, Lee was still sound asleep. He needed the rest.

You breathed on your hands and rubbed them together to warm back up. Once you could feel them again, you ripped open a granola bar only to be disappointed that it was hard as a rock, either stale or just frozen solid. You were so hungry, though, that it didn't deter you from ripping off a few chunks with your canine teeth. Unsure of how long the two of you would be holed up, you rationed the remaining half for later.

The power cycled off again, luckily after you had warmed back up. After making sure Lee was bundled up in blankets, you grabbed a book from your bag and perched in the window sill to take advantage of the ambient light. Right as you started getting deeply absorbed in the plot, Lee's voice startled you.

"Hey," he rasped.

"Hey, sleepy head. How are you feeling?" You immediately stood and brought him a glass of water. He drank greedily, making needy little gulping noises.

"My throat is so dry," he whined.

"That's probably because you breathed through your mouth all night." You took the glass from him and refilled it. "Drink some more water, then you should probably eat something." You pointed to the chips and granola bar.

"You left?"

You nodded. "Just out to the vending machine. I was starving."

"What time is it?" he asked.

"11:00am."

His mouth gaped and he smacked his forehead with his hand. "Dammit. Checkout was at 10:00am."

You chuckled. "Lee, nobody is going anywhere. When you feel up to it, you should go look outside."

He stretched and stood shakily before shuffling to the window. His jaw silently dropped as he took in the scene. "We're stuck."

You detected a hint of anxiety or fear in his voice. You walked over and gently rubbed his back. "Hey, don't think of it as stuck. Think of it as a remote cabin getaway on a snowy mountain, just the two of us."

He half-smiled. "You have a knack for always seeing the bright side."

"Somebody has to."

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Masterlist

@croatianprincess @bluizh @jindongdongie @groovy-lady @pmak2002

[sickficideas]

Ooooh since you're doing dandadan now, can I request general headcanons for sick okarun and momo? Like who'd get sick more often, how badly would it affect them, symptoms, caretaking etc? Whether or not it's related to your current wip :)))

YES!!! absolutely anon i am happy to start talking about them...!!!!! You gave me a lot to work with and I tried to include everything you mentioned but if you ever want anything more specific from these feel free to come back !!!! 👽👽💖💖

PS I'm fighting demons on whether to call him Okarun or Ken but he's Okarun for this post since that's what you've called him lol

- Okarun is definitely sick more often but only as a result of his body not being able to handle his Yokai form. Like random high fevers, awful body aches, nausea, tinnitus, nosebleeds (i think even worse things like coughing up blood or absent seizures from over using it)...he's kind of a baby about it, he has a very low pain tolerance and fevers are so overwhelming for him with all of his senses being muddled 😭😭

- Momo isn't necessarily sick often but her similarly her newfound powers give her the gift of frequent headaches and migraines 👍 they don't hold her back most of the time, she just pops a ton of pain killers and moves on (after complaining), but bad with migraines she's huddled up in her dark room and just praying it goes away 😭😭😭

- Momo's fevers don't get as high and aren't as frequent as Okarun's, but the fever really messes with her abilities. She can't use it properly with Any higher temperature, but she gets really weird visual and auditory hallucinations too and she has a hard time distinguishing them from reality. This Deeply concerns Okarun any time he notices and he'll usually pick up on her hallucinations before he realizes she has a fever 😭 she hears him ask her something when he didn't even speak and he's on high alert all of a sudden like, miss Ayase I didn't say anything are you okay what's wrong?????

- Okarun does a good job taking care of Momo if she's sick but he's a tiny bit overbearing (to the point where she might snap and accidently scare him off...she Wants to be taken care of she's just very easily embarrassed) and also Horribly worried. Especially if she's acting weird or quiet he Might cry and she has to comfort him and he feels guilty about it. Vicious cycle lol

- Momo is similarly the overthinker of all time, she's watching all of his movements and focusing on everything he says and does when he's sick because he won't verbalize how he's feeling to avoid worrying her. Dummy. So she tries to figure it all out herself. She takes good care of him though and tries to make sure he's not too overwhelmed 🥺🥺

[lurkinginthesh4dows]

This is the story I said I’d be posting, this one has more description of him being sick so if that’s not something your interested in this story might not be for you.

We had been out at a bar with some friends from his University. We’d been out for a few hours at this point before he excused himself to go to the bathroom, when he came back he looked very queasy. He hadn’t drank much so I knew it must be from something else. Everyone else was too focused on the conversation they were having, so I took the opportunity to ask him if he was okay. His response was "Yeah, I just think I ate a little too much. My stomach is unsettled.” I watched him sip slowly on his drink, muffling a burp against his fist. I tried to focus back into the conversation but my thoughts kept drifting to him. It had been about 15 minutes of me watching him pretend to be okay before I asked “do you want to head home? I’m kinda tired anyway” I wasn’t tired but I knew once we were home he’d be more comfortable. I could see the relief in his eyes at the opportunity to go home. We said our goodbyes and I called us an Uber. The entire ride home he was silent, he was leaned against me in the backseat. Taking my hand in his and placing it on his stomach, to not so subtly ask me to rub it. I could feel how bloated his belly was underneath my hand. Once we got home to his apartment, he went straight to the bathroom. I went to get ready for bed so I could give him some privacy. He emerged from the bathroom and I asked if he was feeling any better, he shook his head tiredly “My stomach is really unsettled tonight. It's been crampy for awhile now and I tried to go to the bathroom, but nothing happened, and now I just feel achy and full..." We laid cuddled in bed for awhile before he whined “I feel like I need to burp but nothings coming up and it hurts” which was him indirectly asking for some help (he’s not the type of person to ask directly for help unless he’s feeling really bad.) I wrapped My Hand around his tummy, rubbing the lower part to help work some of the gas up. I felt him relax as my hand gently rubbed his stomach. A few small burps escaped his mouth as i continued to massage his belly and that seemed to help him feel better. He fell asleep while I was rubbing his stomach and woke up feeling much better since the food had digested.

[bingothedingo666]

When your snusband is feeling under the weather so you go full spa-mode

I love the HC that Crowley turns snakey when he's ill or in pain. Luckily he has an angel to take care of him ☺️.

Click to full size for better image quality, Tumblr deep fried the thumbnails.

[sibmakesart]

im sick so the blorbo is sick too

[creekfiend]

"if you think that someone you know might be having fun due to their medical treatment, please contact law enforcement immediately. all medical treatment must be as unpleasant as possible to ensure that sick people maintain an appropriately ascetic lifestyle, as penance for choosing to be sick people"

I wrote this seven years ago about federally restricted medications and I was fucking right

[sarathrwizard]

Disaster Twins

If Leo caught Donnies cold, Donnie would be in 'protect at all cost' mode.

... I'm Leo.

[transsexualfiend]

Cripplepunk, madpunk, and neuropunk aren't just "I'm disabled and also left-leaning". It's a specific realm of activism rooted in dismantling the systems that put disabled, mad, sick, etc folks at a disadvantage in society. This mean not only being against the very systems that harm us but also understanding their colonial origins and continued racist legacies. (Anti-ableism, anti-sanism, anti-psych, etc). This means not only just identifying and finding pride in your disability but also building and constantly evolving your understanding of disability and diversity and learning how you can change your worldview to accurately highlight the struggles of disabled people. (EVEN if it sometimes means you will be uncomfortable or unsure of unlearning some kinds of hate.)

[macrolit]

by Langston Hughes

[thebekashow]

She's not feeling so good :(

(yes I know drones can't exactly get "sick" like us, JUST LEEME HAVE FUN >:V)

[yellodisney]