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cyanbugremix · 4 months ago

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Sick Vampire - Stories of the Shaw Pack

Characters: Darlin'(Tank)/Sam, Vincent, Marie

CW: None; Fluff

Written August 2023

Summary: Sam gets sick and Darlin' is there to take care of him.

Can be found ✨here on Ao3✨, written by moi (cyan_bug37 on Ao3)

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Sam rarely got sick. Honestly it was a surprise that vampires could even get sick at all. Yet here he was, his head muddy and heavy, his nose making it hard to breathe, and standing up made him dizzy. One of his occasional coughs would ring out in the silent home. He had felt this way for awhile, but he honestly couldn’t remember what day it was.

“Google doesn’t say anything about vampires getting sick,” Darlin’ walked in with a warmed up mug. “Maybe we should call Vincent?”

Sam leaned forehead into his hands, his head too heavy to keep looking up. Darlin’s warm hands settled onto the nape of his neck, and stroked all the way down to his shoulders. Darlin’ was starting to get worried, as this was the third day Sam didn’t seem to be getting any better. They couldn’t tell if he had a fever, his temperature was not accurately reading on the thermometer, and honestly, Darlin’ couldn’t tell if his temperature actually changed.

“Sure,” Sam slurred, the effort of talking felt too difficult to do.

Darlin’ grabbed his hands and carefully placed the mug in them. His hands were shaking. Luckily they had put a straw in there, seeing as lifting the mug was a great effort. Sam took a sip of the drink and closed his eyes.

“I’m gonna be back in a second,” Darlin’ kissed his temple. “Just keep drinking the tea.”

Darlin’ slowly got up and grabbed their phone from the kitchen. Clicking on Vincent’s contact they held the phone up to their ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Vincent. This is Tank. Uh, Sam is sick. He’s not doing too hot, and I– I don’t know what to do? I figured I would call you before I tried calling a healer in my pack. Do vampires get sick?”

“Woah. Okay. How sick is he?”

Darlin’ bit their lip before responding, “He’s gotten worse from the first day. He can barely stand up without possibly fainting. And he seems to have a headache and he keeps talking to a minimum. He doesn’t seem very hungry either, I mean, vampires don’t eat much in general, but his appetite is unusual.”

“How long has he been like this?”

“Three days,” Darlin’ replied.

“I remember William saying that vampires can get sick sometimes if they drink bad blood–”

“He could be poisoned?!” Darlin’ panicked.

“Nononono. Not– no. It’s more like picking up a bug from school when you were a kid. Bad blood is a terrible term for this– He’ll be fine. Considering that I haven’t ever seen Sam sick before, this could be his first time exposed to the bug. I got sick like that once. You just have to wait it out.”

Darlin’ exhaled.

“I would suggest the usual when someone is sick, to just let them rest. I’d also call your healer if you want to double check. Make sure he gets something to drink from in a few days, if he’s still sick.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll text you if William suggests anything else. Don’t worry. He’ll be fine,” Vincent replied.

“I appreciate it, Vincent,” Darlin’ said.

“No problem! I hope he feels better soon!” Vincent said his farewell.

Darlin’ decided to call Marie next. Even though they didn’t know if Marie knew how to cure vampires, it still wouldn’t hurt. “Hi, Marie,” Darlin’ said as soon as they heard the phone pick up.

“Hi kiddo, what’s wrong?”

“Sam is sick,” Darlin began, and then proceeded to list off his symptoms that they told Vincent. “Do you know anything to help him feel better?”

“It's quite interesting that a vampire can get sick. I can’t say that I know anything about it though. I never really dealt with vampires much. I could come over today and see if I can do anything about it,” Marie suggested.

“That would be good. Thank you,” Darlin’ agreed.

“Sounds good. I’ll come by this afternoon.”

With that, the calls were done, and Darlin’ took a deep breath.

Then Sam called their name. Darlin’ quickly walked back into the living room. Sam had sat the mug down on the coffee table and was resting on his hand.

“Hey, how are you feeling,” Darlin’ brushed the hair out of his face. They sat down next to him, still with a hand on his forehead.

“Stop. . checkin’. . . for a fev’r, Darlin’,” Sam said, leaning down to place his head on his mate’s shoulder.

“I don’t think you can tell me what to do. You’re the sick one, who can barely even sit up,” Darlin’ retorted. Sam grumbled but stayed flopped over onto his mate.

“M’head hurts,” Sam then said.

“I know, baby,” Darlin’ stroked his hair. “I know.”

Sam harshly inhaled. “M’sorry.”

Darlin’ frowned, “For what?”

“Bein’ sick. I’m supposed to be takin’ care of you.”

Darlin’ couldn’t help but smile. “You’re my mate. I take care of you when you need it. Just like you take care of me, whether I’m upset, or sick, or bleeding out, or even all at once. I'd do the same for you, because I love you.”

They wrapped their arms around Sam, gently rubbing circles on his back. They stayed like that, while Sam heavily breathed and sniffed a couple times. He mumbled a thank you at some point.

“I called Marie,” Darlin’ quietly said. “She’s gonna come over and check you out this afternoon.”

Sam tapped his fingers twice on Darlin’. Ok.

“You should sleep,” Darlin’ added. They patted his back and he moved to lay back down. Except he dragged Darlin’ down onto him as well. “Sam. You have to let me go.”

“No. . . lay with me,” Sam peeked an eye open. Darlin’ looked into his red eyes and noted the dark circles under them.

“Ok.” They laid their head back down and lifted their legs up to lay between Sam’s. “This alright?”

Sam hummed, “Yes.”

Really they should be working on lunch, or dinner. They didn’t really like cooking, but they knew that home made foods were good for fighting colds, and it also gave them incentive to eat, which pleased Sam. Yet they also hadn’t slept with him in awhile, preferring to take naps in the nearby arm chair and then getting up again to make sure he was okay before worrying about taking care of him again. It was nice to finally be in his arms.

"Y'take such good care of me," Sam mumbled. His grip barely tightened around Darlin'.

Between Sam’s sighs and breathing— no matter how harsh they sounded— and the lack of sleep they accumulated, Darlin’ closed their eyes, sleep eventually taking over them as they comfortably laid in their lover’s arms.

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As always, I have no ownership or rights to these characters, stories, or franchises. I write this to appreciate the content Redacted ASMR/audio makes. Anything I write is not official in their stories, other than using moments from the original story line. I make no profit from this.

Please don't steal.

#cyanbug fanfics #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #redacted asmr fanfics

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running2reanimation · 2 years ago

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Illness

Caring comes in many forms.

King scrunched his face up as he felt the light hit it, rolling over to waking. But the the soft whine that followed had his eyes shooting open.

Gold was standing in his bedroom door, clutching his blanket. Now that King was awake, he could smell it before Gold even said it, “I threw up.”

King looked at the clock; he’d only been asleep for two hours. Oh well, time to get moving now.

First order of business, stripping Gold’s bed and pyjamas and putting them in the wash and cleaning Gold’s floor while convincing the feverish Gold to rest on the couch.

Once that was cleaned up, it was time to take his son’s temperature. Gold whined about it, curling away from the thermometer, “Come on now, under your tongue, there you go sunshine.”

Well, that was definitely high, but not dangerously so. Not rush him to the hospital high. King shuffled his way to the medicine cabinet and pulled out the fever suppressant and something to settle Gold’s stomach.

He read and double checked both bottles before measuring out the doses, two tablets and a glass of water.

“Here you go, yes both of them, no not at the same time if you don’t want to, down the hatch,” King steadied Gold’s shaking hand and helped him tilt the glass to his lips.

“There we go, good job,” King soothed, settling Gold back onto the couch, “Try and get some more rest, alright?”

And he could hear the washer come to a stop, so off he went to move the laundry along while his son slipped in and out of fevered dreams.

At least it was first thing in the morning and not midday, making calls and getting the day off wouldn’t be too much of a hassle. Of course he’d do what he could at home, so the day wouldn’t be a total waste.

Not that taking care of his sick son was a wasted day.

He still hadn’t had a cup of coffee yet. At least that explained the growing headache.

By the time the sun was up, Gold’s bedding was dry and King remade the bed and scooped up the now deeply asleep child - who was soon to be too big to pick up - and tucked him in.

King placed a bucket next to the bed and a glass of water on the nightstand, just in case.

Gold slept most of the morning, crawling out of bed to sit at the kitchen table, “‘M hungry and out of water.”

“Okay, well, I want to check your temperature again, but you’re looking a lot better than earlier,” King got the thermometer again, and Gold was a lot better about taking it this time.

Definitely going down, but still a little warm, “How’s your stomach doing? You said you were hungry, how about some toast and a banana?”

Gold nodded and King went to work toasting up two slices of bread and cutting up a banana, “Don’t force yourself to eat it all.”

He managed to finish one slice of toast and few bites of banana, to which King nodded in approval before giving Gold another dose of medicine and sending him back to bed.

King ate the remaining toast and banana and considered that his lunch.

When King went to check up on Gold later, he found his son sitting up in bed, playing one of his video games, eyes bright and alert, “You look like you’re feeling better.”

“A lot,” Gold nodded as King laid a hand on his forehead. No longer felt feverish, that was good.

“How does supper sound, nothing big, maybe some fried rice?”

“Sounds good!”

“Good,” King let out a breath and felt himself finally start to relax from where he’d been tense all day.

——

King arched an eyebrow as Purple marched from his room, bedding in arms, to the laundry room, “Purple?”

“Just a minute,” Came the all too quiet response; once the washer was going Purple joined him in the kitchen, “Sorry, I was just a little bit sick this morning, don’t worry I’ve got it cleaned up-”

“Have you checked your temperature yet?” King chided, already getting up to fetch the thermometer from the cupboard.

“C’mon Baba, do I have to? It’s just a normal stomach bug…”

“Humour me, please?” With a whine, Purple stuck the thermometer under his tongue.

“Okay, so it’s a little high, but it’s not dangerous ‘rush me to the hospital’ high. Don’t worry about it Baba, I’ve got this. I’ve been sick like this before, I know how to take care of myself,” Purple reassured, swaying as he stood up on trembling legs.

“Okay. I’ll try, but worried is one of my default states these days. I do have some medicine if you would like to take some.”

“I… yeah, think I would. Up in the medicine cupboard, yeah?” Purple asked swinging the cupboard door open.

“Let me get that for you, I think you’re too short to reach,” King reached up and grabbed the two bottles of medicine.

“You’ve got to stop being so tall.”

“Unfortunately, it’s a curse I must bear for the rest of my life.”

Purple measured out the pills, swallowing them dry and making King cringe, “You should probably have some water.”

“Once the medicine starts kicking in and I’m sure it’ll stay down,” Purple nodded, moving to go back to the laundry room since the washer stopped.

“I’ve got it, you go lay down in my bed for now and get some more rest.”

“But-”

“Purple, go rest. Please.”

“Fine, but only because you said please.”

—

King hadn’t really been in Purple’s room before, he wasn’t expecting it to be so sparse as he made the teen’s bed. A few purple things and a cherry blossom bonsai, no books or anything.

He’d have to get Purple some more things to help make his room more homey.

And now that the bed was made he scooped up up Purple - who was definitely too big for him to carry like that - and tucked him in with a bucket and a glass of water for the bedside.

Purple woke up not too long afterwards and headed to the kitchen, “Making some toast and applesauce, if you want some.”

“No thanks, do you want any help?”

“I got it, thanks,” Purple’s tone was a little snippy, but he caught himself pretty quick, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, you’re not feeling well.”

“I am not,” Purple agreed, munching on his single piece of toast, “Gonna take some more medicine and head back to bed to ride this out.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

#avm #ava #alan becker #avm king orange #avm king mango #avm mango #avm mt #avm king #avm purple #avm gold #king #purple #gold #emeto mention #nothing graphic

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idolish7imagines · 1 year ago

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Hiii could I request imagines for Tenn and Momo x Reader and what they’d do if they were stuck in the rain? Thank you🤍

Tenn and Momo with an s\o stuck in the rain

A\N: I hope you enjoy these! Sorry it took a while

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Kujo Tenn

"Agh, you're definitely going to get sick. Let me take your temperature."

Your boyfriend heads to the bathroom cabinet with a sigh, looking over the shelves to see where the thermometer was.

Since you'd been slightly shaking (though you'd been trying to hide it so he wouldn't get even more concerned) there was a pink blanket thoughtfully draped over your shoulders by him so you could warm up.

That morning you'd nearly been running late for work, so you headed out without checking the forecast, which turning out to be to you dismay prompting the absence of an umbrella you desperately needed as it almost violently started to pour down right before you got off work.

Fortunately Tenn spotted you as he was walking home from the store, your job was conveniently nearby and you were standing under a roof at the entrance of your job's building praying that the rain would at least let up soon. To make matters worse you were even wearing short sleeves.

After your temperature is taken, he looks at the number on the thermometer, shaking his head.

"..is it bad?" You attempt to lean over to look.

"Not as bad as I expected it to be, but still." He frowns. "You should take an umbrella with you whether you're sure its going to rain or not." He scolds you.

You could only hold your head down and nod. There wasn't much you could say back to that, he had a point.

There a pause for a moment, and he leaves the room again.

Because of you being too cold and wet to think, you hadn't yet thanked him for walking you back to his house. Letting out a small hum while glancing around his room while you sat in his chair, you decide you'd do so once you got more settled. It was still pouring outside after all, so you weren't in a rush to leave.

Tenn returns with a small portable heater and a towel. Running water was heard from the bathroom.

"I'm going to wash your clothes while you take a bath, and then you can lie down next to this heater." He places it on the nightstand next to his bed.

You blink, looking at it and then into his pink eyes in slight surprise.

"Oh Tenn you really don't have to do all this, I'm fine right here." A fond smile crept onto your face.

"I don't mind. Besides, if your clothes are wet, not only will you be more likely to get sick from wearing it for a long time but you'll get my chair and blanket wet." He reasons with a stoic expression.

You have half a mind to give a half lidded stare back at him, but either way he had a point. Getting up from the chair, you neatly fold the blanket before heading to the bathroom.

"Thank you for everything tonight Tenn." You finally get a chance to say before walking in.

"Of course." You couldn't see it, but there was a small smile on his face.

Momo

Unfortunately you only have your work briefcase to hold over your head to shield you from the harsh rain as you began your commute home. It didn't help much, as the freezing droplets still hit the rest of your skin and clothes, but it was something. Your ride cancelled at the last minute and there were no taxis nearby.

You had barely noticed someone holding an umbrella walking past you, who soon stopped and did a double take in your direction, turning around.

"D−Darling?" A familiar voice is heard from them, and you finally look up from your downcast gaze you'd had since beginning this walk.

The rain stopped piercing your skin as there was now an umbrella held over your head.

"..Momo?" You blink a few times in shock.

"Where's your umbrella?" His tone is more concerned and worried than scolding, as he puts a hand on your back and continues walking with you to your house.

Once you're home, Momo walks inside with you, closing his umbrella and taking off his jacket.

"...Sorry, I should've asked first, but its too rough out there to just trudge through it all over again." He lets out a short chuckle. "Do you mind if I rest here for a minute?"

"Sure, go ahead. I owe you for walking me home." You begin taking off your own incredibly damp jacket, going to put both his and yours on the coat rack.

Thankfully his clothes weren't nearly as wet as yours, so you wouldn't complain when he sat on your couch.

"This is a little romantic, we're rained in together!" Momo jokes.

"I think the trope is being snowed in." You correct, letting out a small laugh while you made a hot drink for both of you to have to warm up.

"Still, its a good excuse to cuddle." He pauses, before dramatically gasping. "Do you think we were meant to conveniently be heading the same way?"

"Either way, its better than being rained on. And you saved me. So a win win." You smile at him. "Now go get the blanket off my bed so we can cuddle like you want."

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #ainana #idolish seven #i7 #kujo tenn #yaotome gaku #idolish7 momo #momose sunohara #momo x reader

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ahmementos · 2 years ago

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Hazards of The Job

I'm not sure if I'll manage all the prompts as real life kinda went wild, but I'll still write some for the rest of the month on a pick and choose basis.

Febuwhump Day 11 : Fever

Happy Ending On Ao3

You didn’t just have a fever, not in Leon’s line of work. It was worse than a typical person googling their symptoms on WebMD. You had to figure out when the last time you had a dangerous mission was. You had to double and triple check your body for cuts or abrasions that looked infected in the worst way possible the doctors might have missed. If you had a fever, you had to report it to work so their doctors could run a multitude of tests.

When you already had a prior infection inside you, it sent you down a never ending spiral of dread and anxiety. Your mind plays tricks on you. You start to remember every pain you had when infected. You cross reference the aches and pains you currently have with the ones you had over a decade ago that were as fresh as remembering what you did or didn’t have for breakfast.

When you hear the front door to the apartment open up, you dread giving Chris that key. “It’s a fever,” Leon groaned, too weak to do much else from his position on the bed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You have been at a desk doing paperwork for a week and before that it was training at the on-site range.” Chris brought in two bags of food that contained what looked to be soup containers. “It is probably the flu that’s going around at work.”

“Got my flu shot,” Leon mumbled against his pillow.

“And we both know that shit doesn’t always stop it from happening.” Chris grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand. “Open up.”

Leon didn’t fight the order.

“Don’t let that fall,” Chris added as he pulled out what was very clearly soup from one of the bags. “If you turn into a zombie, I’ll shoot you, okay?”

Leon rolled his eyes; obviously taking his temperature was a tactic to shut him up, not that he had the energy to really sass him back anyway.

The electronic beep told Chris the temp was taken and he pulled the thermometer away and stared at the numbers. “What was it earlier?”

“102.”

Chris nodded. “It’s 100.9 now. Our lines of infection to worry about run upwards to 104.” He sat down on the bed and smoothed his hand against Leon’s warm skin. “Unfortunately for you and your death wish, you just might live.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbled but allowed Chris to help him sit up against pillows. “I feel like shit.”

“It’s a pretty bad flu this year.” He dipped the spoon into the container and moved the soup closer to Leon’s mouth. “You have to eat.”

Leon stared at the soup and the moving contents slithering in and out of the broth. “It’s moving.” He looked up at the drooling monstrosity that was definitely not Chris and was too weak to move. “Jesus fucking Christ…”

“Leon, wake up!”

The feeling of Chris’ hands on his shoulders jolted him back to consciousness. “Fuck,” was all he could get out before he had to lean away from Chris and vomit. Black liquid splashed against the broken cement he’d been sitting down on. It may have been blood but the darkness of the abandoned sewer entrance made it all seem black. Knowing his luck, it was black, which meant the infection had progressed to a dangerous point.

“Are you still you?” Chris gestured to his side at the soldier who had a gun trained on Leon’s forehead to make him stand down.

“Just kill me.” It was jarring to be in one place then suddenly meet the glaring reminder that you were actually infected while on duty and waiting on an antivirus that might not even work. They’d vacated the lab and found a sewer tunnel entrance just beyond the facility to keep Leon secure while a cure was located.

Second time in a row, too, and Leon wasn’t sure his luck was going to hold for a second miracle. Did he want to die? No, but he also didn’t want to become the job, either.

The soldier lowered the weapon. “Yeah, that’s Kennedy.”

Chris might have growled under his breath before he started removing enough of Leon’s jacket to have access to his shoulder. “I told you,” he said softly. “You aren’t dying today, damn it.”

Leon was sure he looked amazing, black liquid already drying against his lips and his hair plastered from sweat against his forehead. “I was looking forward to it.” He didn’t wince when the injection burned through his body; the fever cooking him from the inside out decided the antivirus just felt like a slight tickle.

“Now we wait.” Chris gestured for the soldier to guard outside the perimeter. “I told you if it doesn’t work, I’ll handle it. Go guard the entrance.”

“Yes sir.”

Leon didn’t watch the soldier leave but the heavy boots signaled his departure. Gravel shuffled in cadence with footfalls retreating outside the broken down sewer entrance they’d bunkered down in. It left the suffocating presence of Chris Redfield’s overwhelming guilt and possible looming loss. “I’m sorry.”

“Shut up, Leon.” Chris had his handgun out but his other hand was holding Leon’s. “You’re going to be fine.”

“I don’t want to be another loss you shut down over.” Leon couldn’t bring himself to look at him. He couldn’t stand to see those puppy dog eyes. He didn’t want to recognize that impending dread lining Chris’ face. “I can do it myself.”

“No one is doing anything right now.” Chris didn’t outright sound defeated, but he sounded uncharacteristically quiet.

Leon’s fingers attempted to grip Chris’ hand tighter but he could only manage a light squeeze. “This isn’t your fault, Chris.”

They both knew he was going to blame himself, regardless of the outcome.

“Just put a barricade up and go finish the mission.” Leon tried to sit up and fell against the bricks for his efforts. “I’ll either be recovering when you get done or I’ll need to be put down when you get back.”

“Mission is being handled.” Chris tried to reach out and help him sit up but Leon shook his head.

“Without the commanding officer.” Leon swallowed down bile; he refused to vomit a second time with Chris sitting there.

Chris nodded. “They can handle it.”

“You can’t handle this though.” Leon managed to turn his head and finally looked at Chris. “I don’t know if I can handle having to look you in the eyes if you have to put me down.”

“I can’t handle leaving you here, worrying out there if you are even going to be you when I get back.”

Leon forced his other hand to rest on top of Chris’. “You’re an idiot.”

Chris almost seemed to relax at the insult. “I love you, too, asshole.”

#chreon #Chris Redfield #Leon Kennedy #Resident Evil #Febuwhump #FebuwhumpDay11

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mermazeablaze · 1 year ago

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@advocatechanges

Thermal pants & shirts

Ski grade pants & jackets

Also the rule of thumb w/bundling is thinner layers of clothing, thicker clothing items might be ideally warmer, but the thicker they are - the less likely body heat will be distributed through the layers creating warmth insulation.

A majority of your body heat is released through the bottom of your feet & the top of your head, keep both covered.

Hands muffs (yeah, I said muff) are good to have too on top of gloves/mittens. Sometimes wearing thin gloves inside of thicker gloves like a lining also helps.

Emergency blankets (the shiny aluminum looking ones) are made to help trap heat. They're super cheap & thin & you can lay one on your bed/pallet & cover up with another & add layers to it.

Find a room central enough in your home that can still be closed off. By central you're close enough to the kitchen to make food in the kitchen if it's functional (try placing a microwave in your central room if possible, so you don't have to leave the room as often) & the central room is close enough to the bathroom. In the central room definitely make sure the windows are more weatherproofed than the rest of your home, even if you have a door - hang a thick blanket like a curtain over it on either side you prefer for functionality (to combat any possible draft). Also, try to keep everyone in the same central room if possible.

Get a crank mini FM radio/flashlight/phone charger combo (we have one) - they have USB ports to charge your phone. You can also charge them if the cranking becomes cumbersome with a solar battery pack. So in case your power goes out - you can keep track of the weather & other emergency reports, also entertainment. & it's better if it's crank because if you're in a situation where you can no longer charge your solar battery packs - you can crank it.

There are solar floor & table lamps now. Or you can just get a simple solar lantern.

& also solar space heaters - just be careful & extensively read the reviews on the heaters. There are a few that can emit heat from 150sq ft away!

IF you can afford it, there are also solar powered generators.

There are also 'All Season Solar Ovens'. They take twice as long to cook things & you need a food thermometer to double check. But they're good in an emergency if you're comfortable using them.

But sticking with canned (make sure you have a manual can opener) & premade dry foods (cereal bars, poptarts, peanut/almond butter etc) are better in case you have no working oven/microwave. The same for dry snacks - jerkies, dried fruit & vegetables, nuts/trail mix, chips, etc & there's also shelf stable cartons of liquid milk dairy/dairy free. Depending on your palette/health needs - spicy food helps keep you warm. & fatty & high protein foods help insulate your body. The math for drinking water is 1 gallon per person per day.

Chimineas can be used as a heat source too. Do NOT burn wood or charcoal in them indoors - use candles only.

If you're able make sure to massage yourself/each other to improve blood circulation which can help increase body heat (yes, another potentially dirty joke).

Hot Hands packets are nifty.

Batteries

Lighters/matches

Candles

Glowsticks

First Aid Kit

Paper/foam plates, bowls & cups. & disposable utensils so you don't have to worry about or waste galloned water on washing dishes.

Baby wipes to bathe with in an emergency.

Update friends & family often not only to check-in, but on the status of your supplies you have stocked. So in case they don't hear from you esp in a blizzard/snowed in scenario- emergency knows not only when you were last heard from, but how you might be faring supply wise to gauge how dire your situation is.

Heads up east coast

They are calling for a bad winter, almost if not just as bad as what happened to Texas a few years ago.

So start stocking up. I recommend starting with these:

Toilet paper (not all at once! Maybe just an additional small pack every time you get more. Flushable wipes are also good)

Period products

Canned goods

Gallons of water (Aldis has some for about $0.85

A small tent (if you can. Check Walmart.) If the power goes out, popping a small tent inside can help keep you a little warmer. If I remember correctly, inside the tent can be about 10° warmer.

A cold weather sleeping bag. (I got one for 30° weather from Walmart for under $25) if it's too big, stuff blankets at the bottom

Socks, socks, socks

At least 3 sources of fire (matches, lighters, etc)

Solar powered charging blocks

Batteries

Candles

Possibly a small camping stove (if you use this inside be careful.

If you have a fire place, make sure that shit is cleaned now. (I also encourage you to start collecting lint from the dryer as a fire starter

Tape cellophane over the windows to help with drafts.

Try to get boots or water proof your boots

Salt for the ground

Jarred goods

Find your local food pantries if you are worried about running out of food.

When it gets to freezing Temps, let your taps run a bit at night so they down explode. This can happen even while the power is on, I believe.

And if you can, donate to your local food pantry. Especially diapers. Donate coats. Don't forget the homeless and low income who are going to be in extreme danger.

Anyone else have anything I might have missed?

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feverhalo · 6 years ago

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ANYWAY i went and watched a movie in theatres rather than doing my homework, proceeded to get back and fix some junky dollarstore thown together decor I fucked up like 2 days into having it, and now im super tired and still havent done my homework

i thought I’d be better this semester but uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

#i also took advil before i went out because my temp was reading at 101????#but again i dont feel bad just a little sleepy #and now its at like 99 still #and i figure im going to go to the health center tomorrow if its still reading high and just get them to double check #that my thermometer isnt faulty- and if it isnt what tf is making me so warm #im like50/50 on if im getting overheated in this hellscape shoebox of a room or if im just too dense to realize im sick #so im like. stay up an sacrifice more of my 6ish hrs of sleep before class- or try and do at least a minimum tomorrow #or just fess up and say i fucked up bc im still organizing and have been slacking on my down time instead of working #im kinda like. do yall got any tips on what i should do about this warm reading things?#the schoolwork like nbd #but the potential fever w/o explanation is kinda frekin me out and google isnt helping #im literally just getting 'how to lower a fever'/'how whigh is too high for a fever?' and im like bruh thats not what im even lookin gup

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iceysghost · 3 years ago

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NXX Boys with a Sick Significant Other: Part 2

Tears of Themis: Artem Wing x Rosa (MC) Reader

Word Count: 1,196 Words

Your head was spinning, and your face was unbearably hot. It didn't matter, because there was still so much to complete. Papers had to be signed, strategies had to be made; clients are waiting for a lawyer who could defend them, clear them of guilt, possibly even save their lives—

"Rosa?"

"Hm? Oh! Yes! I'm sorry for the trouble, I'll be sure to work double-time, I'm aware of my responsibilities as a partner—"

"I was going to ask if you wanted a break."

"A—a break, huh... well, th—th—there's work I still have to do, it's getting late, you should relax, I'll take care of it!" You chuckled awkwardly.

"You're not normally like this, Rosa. Your face is flushed."

Your eyes widened. How embarrassing! Blushing in front of your work partner: quick, think of an excuse!

“Well, it is quite hot, so…”

“Hot? Are you alright?”

Immediately, Artem dropped his pen and reached to touch your face. “You’re so hot. I mean, as in, temperature-wise.” His face became nearly as flushed as yours.

“Artem, I’m fine, I can still work—”

Before you could protest, he was leading you to his bedroom. He did it so quickly that you couldn't keep up, but he took careful attention to every move you made. He was like a robot, carefully scanning every body part. Rosa. Consciousness: Stable. Target Acquired: Book. Clear Obstruction from Stairs Immediately.

While in bed, you were still worried. You really wanted to continue working, but this guy, who should be supportive of your hard work, was preventing you from it! You were this close to getting out of bed, storming down the stairs, and yelling into his face about how important your clients are—

“I brought you some things.”

You looked at him. He was so cute. Nevermind.

His tie was out, and he was holding a tray of several things that could topple any second. It was messy, but you could feel from your side of the room how hard he worked to make it for you. It wasn’t much, heck, it was more than much, and it was also honest work. How good was that?

He sat down at your side and made you sit too. He placed down the tray, and you expected him to start the care session by giving an entire opening statement on the Benefits Of Everything He Had On The Tray. In the end, it was similar to a speech, but came from his warm heart and not his sharp mind.

“Rosa, I’m your partner. You can always tell me if you’re tired, or sick, or if you can’t take the work anymore. And I’m not only your work partner either. We’re romantic partners, too. You can hug and kiss and need me whenever you want.” For a bit, it was as if he was just a coworker to you. You were so focused on work that you forgot that the two of you were finally dating, and even tried to cover your blush…

“Artem, I wasn’t! Well, I was tired and sick, but I wanted to keep working. You told me that a lawyer dreams of a world where they are no longer needed. And I’m striving for that. I want to be able to help my clients because people are crying and dying—”

“Do you think you’ll be able to help them when you’re tired and sick? If you fail to take care of yourself, who will take care of them? Before focusing on the lives of everyone in the world, focus on yourself, because that one life is the only life that you'll be able to use to help."

His voice was already raised slightly, but you were not scared. He only ever raised his voice when he was concerned. Your plan to rage at him was suddenly the stupidest thing you'd ever heard of. I guess one of the consequences of being tired and sick is extreme moodiness.

"I'll check your temperature. I also have a towel bath, some medicine, warm soup, water, and tissues. Oh, and some books. Non-law related, of course." After inserting an old-style thermometer in your mouth, he asked, "What other things do you want to do to pass the time?"

"Chuuess?" It was hard for you to speak. He laughed, no: giggled, took out the thermometer and inserted a modern one in between your armpits. "I'll fetch my chess set."

You and Artem read together and played chess. Of course, he still struggled to keep up with the ridiculous chess rules you made on-the-dot just so you could win. He didn't go easy on you, but with effort you won twice out of more than ten matches.

He knew that your sickness was probably contagious, so he didn't want to sleep beside you because it could infect him. You never saw him go to bed, or wake up, so you were never really sure on how long he slept for. But by the next day, you knew his sleep was just not enough.

You knocked on his office door, alongside your boss. No answer. Celestine knocked a second time, but harder. Still no reply. She looked at you, smirked and walked away. Seems it was your turn to find out what was happening inside of that office.

You slowly opened the door, and called out in a soft voice. "Artem?"

You laughed at the irony. Here he was, falling asleep on his own desk while doing work.

You walked towards his desk and stopped down to his level. You kissed him once or twice on the cheek, and he woke up quickly. "Rosa?"

"Now, if you fail to take care of yourself, who will take care of me, hm?" It was fun to tease him every once in a while.

"Ah. Well—" His eyes flit to one book. It was slightly buried under different files. He was hiding something.

You reached for it quickly. There was no title on the cover. so you turned to the bookmark. Chapter 14: How to Take Care of Your Sick Girlfriend.

"Artem!" You laughed.

"I—ahem, Rosa, please don't talk about it!" He was so flustered, like a dense, senior attorney tsundere. His voice was surprisingly stern, which made it all the funnier.

"It's fine, you executed it really well anyways, I surely have a story to tell to Kiki later—"

Your sentence was cut off. He gently kissed you. Woah. The fact that he did this so suddenly, and in his office? It was enough to stun you.

"Please, Rosa, don't tell this to anyone." He wasn't a tsundere anymore now, just Artem feeling embarrassed after doing something so painstakingly attractive. He was still so cute, and the way his laugh and voice rang out gave you butterflies way after the crush phase.

"Alright. Next time, refer to this book only when I'm stubborn. You can always ask me what I want. Besides, communication is key!" You pecked him on the forehead.

Artem didn't reply. He was just amazed about how Rosa was able to recover so quickly. Well, uuunbeknownst to him, it was because of how good of a boyfriend he really was.

A/N: Hello everyone! I apologize again for not posting in a while, I have been Unable To Write due to immenseeee schoolwork. We'll be having our final exams anytime soon, so I can't exactly promise that I'll post more.

It's been several days since @ollieisdumb requested this. Hello, Ollie! I hope that by now you've already recovered, but still feel free to read the rest of the series even though you don't exactly need it now, haha > <

Following my timezone, it's already very early morning of the 27th, but still HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARTEM WING!

Thank you for the support! I'm very glad to have several notes and followers, and that as I get more consistent with my posting, your positive feedback will also be consistent and increase eventually.

Having said that, I received a request from an Anon (if you're reading this, hello Anon! I'll make a separate post to reply to you directly later.). The request was The NXX Boys with an Assassin S/O. Specifically, an S/O similar to Yor Forger (Spy × Family), but more emotionless and ruthless. I plan to start this request after finishing the Luke and Marius parts of this series.

Thank you for reading, everyone! Have a nice day :)

#tears of themis #tears of themis x reader #tot fluff #tears of themis fanfic #tears of themis fanfiction #tears of themis artem #artem wing x reader #artem wing #artem x reader #zuo ran x reader #zuo ran

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Hi!:D Can I request Connor Walsh and Wes Gibbins taking care of there’s gf/s/o when she/they has a really bad fever?

Hi dear! Sure thing! Enjoy the headcanons 💕 (PS: Reader is gender neutral because I wrote it in second POV)

Connor Walsh

He knew something was wrong when he came home to find you there, lying on the couch and 'watching' some cheesy rom-com

Yeah, not exactly 'watching' considering you were in no state to keep your eyes open for too long, leaving you half-asleep

The hot and cold flashes knocked you down a few notches in class, but when the weakness in your limbs also kicked in, you had to excuse yourself and return home several hour early

You foolishly thought it would pass without any need for a doctor visit or medication but were quickly proven wrong when you felt nothing except worse

Hell, you barely heard Connor entering the apartment but still wanted to go greet him with a hug like he would greet you

Problem is, you couldn't even sit up without a cold shiver running up your spine

And he, of course, wasn't blind to any of these details of your oncoming flu

He'd be such a mother about it though

A thermometer's in your mouth because you know it and he's already preparing a cold tower for your forehead

All done while he scolds you for not dressing for the weather and kicking the blankets off yourself in the middle of the night

Some time during his rant, you even had the audacity to say, 'Jeez, ok, mom.' Which only prompted him to get more irritated

But you knew it was a side effect of his mother hen personality - he was so worried about you he couldn't even pick a single way to express it

Further proof of this is that once he made sure you took a fever defusing pill, had enough liquid in your system and were comfortable, he finally let out a sigh of relief and kneeled down by the bed to finally ask you what you wanted

Although he already knew

"Cuddles, angel?"

"Yes, please"

Now you were both 'watching' the rom-com for approximately ten minutes before you both drifted off to sleep

Wes Gibbins

Wes had called you on his way out of Annalise's office to double check if you wanted to meet up at his place or yours for your movie date that Friday night

You'd told him that you had to cancel because you didn't want him exposing himself to whatever bug you had

Surprisingly enough, he was agreeing on the phone and didn't try to argue with you about it like you had thought he would but instead you agreed on a time to reschedule the date once you got better

What you didn't know is that, after the two of you hung up the call, he hopped on his bike and rode off straight to a pharmacy then a store to buy the typical 'get better soon' starter pack with some extra items

He heard how out of it you sounded over the phone, drowsy and tired and unlike your usual self one bit

He would've been damned if he didn't stop by to see you, probably wouldn't have been able to sleep that night either

But then again, he's come to realize that he's gotten so used to sleeping with you in his arms, he has trouble sleeping alone

So, truth be told, you weren't all that surprised to find him knocking on your door barely twenty minutes after the two of you spoke on the phone

The date still took place but with a twist to it which turned Wes into a nurse and you a patient who wasn't allowed to complain about any of the treatments without sounding like a hypocrite, for every time he has been sick you've been hella bossy with him

But you'd be lying if you said you did want to complain

It felt like a little vacation if you could overlook the medication and the symptoms of your fever

But what really made it perfect was when he slipped under the covers with you, despite your protests and warnings that he too would get sick

"So what? If I do we'll be stuck home together. Doesn't that sound just wonderful?" He asked, kissing your cheek as his arms engulfed you in a safe, warm embrace

"Guess it wouldn't be bad..." You mused, stealing another kiss from him before you could slip into some much needed slumber

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is-the-snake-video-cute · 2 years ago

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Do you have a recommendation for thermostats that work for heat lamps? The only one I've seen is for heat rocks. My room can get relatively warm in the summer (not crazy since I have air conditioning) but occasionally with the heat lamp, my corn's enclosure can get up to 95/100 and I want to make sure they don't over heat. Thanks!

You've got options - there are a few brands that make thermostats just for reptile setups. Vivarium Electronics is probably the best out there! That said, though, you can expect to pay at least $100 for one of their thermostats, and cheap models from trustworthy brands are usually just as reliable. I love my VE models, but I can also highly recommend this drastically cheaper model from BN-Link.

If you go with a cheaper model, I recommend always double-checking your temperature readings with probe thermometers.

#not a rating #reptile husbandry

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ethereousdelirious · 2 years ago

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Sicktember 2022: Day 14

Prompt: "I might be a teeny tiny bit sick, but it's fine"

Fandom: The G.reat G.atsby

Wordcount: 1,284

Summary: J.ay stresses himself into an illness the day he's supposed to have tea with Da.isy.

Comments: Somebody asked for this prompt with N.ick but @clear-preformance sent me a GOLDEN prompt with G.atsby, so I ended up going with that. If you notice any slips into first person, please look past them 😅😅 That's my secret to getting into Fitzgerald voice and sometimes I miss words when I swap it to third person

CW: None

Gatsby looked like a wraith among the varicolored flowers imposing upon Nick's living room, his face a beacon of white in a sea of pinks and yellows. The rain had scarcely had a chance to touch him on the short trek from his car to the doorstep, but still he shivered like he'd been soaked to the bone. Nick tried not to stare at him, fearing his expression would betray some of the pity he couldn't help feeling, but the constant motion of Jay's shuddering fluttered in Nick's peripheral vision and engaged some nervous, animal part of his brain. In fact, Gatsby's nerves seemed to be contagious, for when a barking sneeze bent him nearly double at the waist, Nick jumped and clutched his chest like a housewife confronted by a sudden mouse.

"Jay!" he said, forgetting any well-wishes in his astonishment. "You're ill!" In truth, he hadn't believed such a thing could happen. Gatsby, cool and untouchable in his pressed suits, seemed so far above such petty inconveniences as all that.

Nick bent to touch his forehead and Jay waved him away with a billowing handkerchief he'd produced from somewhere about his person. "Perhaps a bit," he admitted, sniffling, "but it's quite alright, I assure you."

"A bit!" Nick repeated incredulously. For he saw it now: no nervous tremors wracked Jay's frame, but the persistent chill of a fever that tricked brain and body alike into believing that the minor inconvenience of a warm summer rain was as brutal and serious as a sleet-storm.

He colored, or perhaps his cheeks had been that pink since his arrival and Nick had only just noticed. "It's fine," he said with conviction, and sneezed again. Rather than wait for Jay to resurface and gain another opportunity to shoo him away, Nick pressed his palm to the back of Jay's neck. He jumped and shot Nick a reproachful look, though thankfully did not seem put off by the over-familiarity.

The over-warmth of his skin jumped up to meet Nick's hand, though admittedly, he did not have much experience in nursing. "I think I ought to take your temperature," he said, casting his mind back. He was sure he had seen an old mercury thermometer about, though he had not yet had cause to use it.

Absent of permission, his fingers found their way to Gatsby's neck and felt for a pulse. He found the vein and the gentle, rapid throb. He refrained from checking it against his watch, however, fearful of what Jay might do following a reminder of Daisy's imminent presence.

Jay shivered, displacing Nick's fingers, and drew his arms around himself. "If you must," he said with dignity.

Nick poured him a glass of scotch and, by some miracle, found the thermometer sitting innocuously by his razor as though it had always been there, and the Finn conspicuously absent.

Jay had crossed his legs in Nick's absence, and drawn himself so far back in the armchair he stood a real chance of disappearing among the flowers. Pushing aside a blossom-laden branch with his arm, Nick nearly slipped the thermometer into his mouth before realizing what an overstep that would be. He handed it to Jay instead, and turned his face away to hide the flush that warmed his cheeks.

"I really am fine," Jay assured him before slipping the thermometer under his tongue.

"Thank you for humoring me," Nick said, taking a page out of his book.

They sat in silence after that, Jay rendered mute by the thermometer in his mouth, and Nick unable to find a topic upon which he might chatter to fill the space.

The knock on the door startled them both, though Jay managed to contain his reaction to a widening of the eyes that was nonetheless as expressive than Nick's whispered oath.

"Don't move," Nick told him, and spread a throw blanket over his lap on his way out.

After seeing off Daisy's chauffeur, Nick escorted her to the door but paused on the step, his back jammed hard against the knob to keep them both out of the persistent drip off the awning. She smiled at him, seemingly delighted by the strange behavior. "Well, shall we go in through the window?"

"Sorry," he said awkwardly, "it's just that my neighbor dropped by unexpectedly and he seems to have caught a chill."

"Oh?" she said coolly.

"I just didn't want to take you off-guard."

She threw her head back and laughed melodiously, exposing a flash of white teeth. "Oh, Nicky, any friend of yours is a friend of mine."

He swallowed down his reply and opened the door for her. Once inside he said loudly, for Jay's benefit, "Yes, I'd told him to come over sometime this week so we could get better acquainted. I should have mentioned that I'd have company today."

Daisy laughed again and touched his arm. "How he frets! I'm sure we'll have a lovely time."

She took his arm and Nick led her into the sitting room, relaxing a little when he saw that Jay was still there, thermometer fixed under his tongue. He'd gone glassy-eyed in Nick's absence and took a moment too long to react to the re-entry. His eyes darted to Nick, then to Daisy's, and his expression took on such a shape of longing that Nick's own heart wrenched.

"Oh!" said Daisy, not moving. "It's you!" Then she rushed over and knelt beside him, already pulling off her long gloves. "No, don't get up. Poor dear." She pressed a bare hand to his forehead and smoothed his hair back.

Nick stood with his back against the mantle, hands clasped between his body and the wall. Gatsby was no longer his charge, but he couldn't bring himself to step away. So he stood, the paralyzed voyeur, and watched Daisy flit around Jay like a dark, elegant butterfly, murmuring to him all the while. The melody of her voice was so enchanting that he hardly registered the words until the meaning touched down in gentle retrospect and he blushed to have overheard something so sweet.

"It's alright, my dear," she cooed, her long white fingers moving over his face and body. "How funny; I can't believe you're here. Like this. You planned it all, didn't you, you clever thing? I've missed you, you know. How lovely, how lovely."

Nick couldn't help but wince when Jay waved her off and sneezed, but she only laughed and blessed him."What a brute!"

"Do excuse me," Gatsby said, and the clarity of his voice was somewhat marred by congestion. "I may have overexerted myself these past few days."

"A big, strong man like you." Daisy shot Nick a look and grinned in girlish delight at this novelty. "Don't you think he ought to lie down?"

"I suppose," Nick said, considering the logistics of this. "I'll need to change my linens—"

"Heavens no, old sport," Gatsby cut him off.

"The sofa?" Daisy said diplomatically.

Nick swept a few throw pillows aside and watched Daisy hover about Gatsby's side while he transferred himself to the sofa. Spying the thermometer on the end table, Nick looked sharply at Jay, who was occupied, allowing Daisy to strip off his suit jacket and loosen his tie.

"Do you have a fever?" Nick asked.

"It's bad," Daisy said with faux-solemnity. For a moment, Nick was fooled and his heart sank, but then she smiled and cupped the back of Jay's neck with her hand.

"101," he said, "but I'm really alright."

Nick turned away so Daisy could kiss his forehead and murmur in his ear.

Embarrassed now, Nick muttered some excuse and slipped off to the kitchen to wait it out.

#ethereous writes #sicktember 2022

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zaviyar · 3 years ago

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INGREDIENTS

Dough

3 cups flour (360g)

1 packet of yeast

1 tbsp sugar

1 1/2 tbsp olive oil

1 cup warm water

1/2 tsp salt

Vegan Cheese

1/2 cauliflower (375g)

3.5 tbsp tapioca flour

1 tbsp nutritional yeast

2 tsp salt

1/2-1 cup non-dairy milk, unsweetened and no flavor (I used 3/4 cup)

Pizza Sauce

3/4 cup tomato sauce

1/4 tsp garlic powder

1/4 tsp parsley

1/4 oregano

A pinch red pepper flakes

METHOD

Warm the water up to 110-115F (43-46C). I usually put it in the microwave for about 30 seconds and that is good. You can use a thermometer to check or I test it with my finger for the temperature of a very hot bath.

Pour the sugar and yeast packet into the water and set it aside for 10 minutes. The yeast will get foamy and start to smell.

Sift in 1/2 the flour and salt into a big bowl. I like to add the flour in halves so I do not add too much. Some days you may need more or less flour.

Add the olive oil and activated yeast in. Begin to gently mix. Continuously adding in the rest of the flour and mixing. The dough should look somewhat sticky.

With clean hands and a clean, floured surface begin to knead the dough. You will only knead it for about a minute. If you find the dough is too sticky add a little extra flour. If it seems too dry add a little extra water. Dough should be smooth and soft.

Form the dough into a ball. Place into an oiled bowl. Cover with a dish towel and set it aside for at least 30 minutes or until it has doubled in size.

While the dough rises, cut the cauliflower into small chunks. Boil on the stove until fork tender.

Drain the cooked cauliflower and the rest of the cheese ingredients to a high speed blender. Start with 1/2 cup of non-dairy milk and add more as needed. The less non-dairy milk you can use the better.

Blend until the mixture is extremely smooth. It should be thin but not complete liquid.

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sickonthedancefloor · 3 years ago

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77-Minute Consequence...

Prompt: Not everyone left the pool from Run 132 unscathed...

Sickie: Hoseok, Jimin Caretakers: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi... so far Content: fevers, flu-like illnesses, emeto

Hoseok had fun filming the double-dose of run episodes, their second being a watery debate that ended in non-stop splashing and drenching, but he could feel the chill once they were out of the water. Even if the water was so forceful it really almost hurt, after their long morning of tennis battles, it was still a great day. The pool water was warmed, not quite at the intensity of the hot tub but it certainly wasn’t freezing. But they could feel the draft every moment they stepped from the water, the feeling of the air drafting over their soaked clothing the moment they left the safety of the pool.

“Come on, hyungie, time to get out,” Jimin urged, pushing his foot against Hoseok’s. They were still in the pool trying to soak in the last bit of warmth they could after Jungkook pushed them in while horsing around, hair plastered to their necks and foreheads while they bounced across the shallow end.

Laughing, Hoseok tried to grab Jimin’s foot, only to assist in tripping the younger member as Taehyung hurried in after them.

“Come on, guys, let’s get ready to go.”

Suga, with a new towel wrapped around his shoulders, stood from the sidelines. He already worried about all of them catching something, but he definitely didn’t want to be the first. While the pool was relaxing and the hot tub even better, it was just slightly too cold for them to enjoy it to its fullest. Hoseok, ever the one of reason, let go of his roommate in favor of wading towards the exit—but Jimin was quick to jump on his back to shove him in, cackling as Hoseok barely had time to grab his nose to prevent inhaling water. When he came up, spluttering and wiping away fresh water from his eyes, he leaned back in an attempt to dunk Jimin off.

…just kidding about reason, Suga realized. Laughing, he just turned and hurried off to find where Namjoon had gone.

Hoseok sneezed again, small but powerful; it shook his core, his sinuses burning, his nerve endings tingling uncomfortably from his shoulders to his fingertips from the force. It startled him.

“Uh-oh.” Came a voice behind him in the water.

When Hoseok shook water from his eyes, slightly dazed from the force of the sneeze, he caught Jungkook wading over, hands outstretched. Hoseok barely had time to reach back before Jungkook had latched onto his shoulders, slowly dragging him back.

“Jungkookie, what are you doing?” Hoseok mumbled.

“Taking Hobi-hyung to the steps. Come on, let’s go, I’m hungry!”

“We need to shower first,” Hoseok started. “The chlor—clor--… claahh…” And another sneeze, which had him shaking suddenly in Jungkook’s grasp.

Jimin, who’d been lazily wading behind them, sniffled with a frown. “Hob-ah, that doesn’t sound so good.”

“Aish… I just need a hot shower when we get back. You too, Jiminie, your nose is running.”

“Is d’ot!” Jimin protested, but he had to bring a hand to his face to wipe away what he had originally thought was just water. It felt wet but warm, stringy; definitely snot. And disgusting. He turned his head from Hoseok to hide the move, but Hoseok had already begun ascending the stairs, already trying to peel himself out of his soaked tops. On Jimin’s own way out of the pool, he sneezed—and it was enough to drop him back into the water with a melodramatic air about it. Jungkook lost himself to laughter immediately.

~*~

The next morning, Hoseok woke up with two major complaints. His blanket was part missing, and he was hot. The dorm room had felt frigid the night prior which prompted Hoseok to crawl underneath the comforter and the sheets, but his bed felt so warm he began to regret his choices the moment he stirred awake. It felt almost… stuffy. A little gross. As he blinked open his eyes, ready to push back one blanket, he noticed a familiar lump pressed against him that was holding on to his blanket like a lifeline.

“Jiminie?” he mumbled, voice hoarse and thick with sleep. Still as ever, Hoseok recognized that messy blonde hair from anywhere. He and Jimin had shared enough beds that he could tell in an instant.

The room still seemed too dark as Hoseok tried to blink the sleep from his eyes, but he knew something had to have been wrong if Jimin had maneuvered over to his bed that night. Stifling a yawn, he reached a hand over, gingerly pressing his palm against Jimin’s forehead. He could feel heat, but… not too warm? Maybe? Jimin felt clammy to him, which he was sure wasn’t his own sweaty palms. Something still seemed off to Hoseok, but even with his sleep-logged brain he wanted to do something about it. He figured, while he was up, he’d at least check on him, perhaps get him medicine and water to shake whatever he seemed to be coming down with. The older dancer moved carefully, sliding his legs from the covers first so he could slip from the bed without disturbing his younger guest. The floor seemed chilly under his feet, but what startled him awake was how fast the world seemed to sway the moment he stood.

Was he really so tired?

Taking a moment, hand pressed flat against the wall, he just reacquainted himself with his sense of balance before he took another step. He felt… sore, tired from yesterday’s events. Perhaps he just really needed more sleep; Hobi hated not getting enough sleep when he had the chance to. But today’s schedule was light—he could go back to sleep after he took care of Jimin, squeeze in another hour or two. Grumbling, he shook his head; once everything seemed to right itself, he shook the funk from his head and just left the room. That sure was strange. With a soft yawn, he headed over to the bathroom on their side of the hall, as he could hear the shower running in the closer one, moving towards their first aid and medicine stash they had.

Given the seven of them were always prone to falling, overworking, or catching each other’s illnesses, their bathrooms in the dorms were always stocked with various painkillers, bandages and cold medicine or prescriptions for various circumstances. For organizational purposes, Hoseok had placed them all in a plastic container, so different bottles wouldn’t just get knocked over and passed around the bathroom. It still had a crack from the last time Namjoon knocked it over. Pulling over the container closer to him, Hoseok reached in for one of the bottles of painkillers, looking at the specifics on the label. His vision blurred, and he spent a few moments just blinking, trying to will his eyes to focus so he could read the label.

Wow, he must have been really tired…

“Hoseok-ah?”

The light turned on suddenly. That would’ve helped, but it had Hoseok grimacing, an odd heavy feeling forming in his head. He didn’t often get headaches from lack of sleep, but he was starting to wonder if an impending one was coming along. He looked into the mirror at the new offender, and was surprised to find Jin standing in the doorway with his toothbrush. The two made eye contact through the reflections.

“Ah… Hyung. Good morning. Using our bathroom?”

“Yeah, Taetae’s hogging the shower in ours.” Jin’s head tilted to the side, a small frown tugging on his lips as he noticed the medicine kit in front of them. “Did something happen? Hoseok-ah, are you okay?”

“Hn? Ah… Jiminie’s sick, I’m pretty sure,” Hoseok explained. “He crawled into my bed last night, but he’s really warm today so I think he’s got a fever.”

“Hm… Well, let hyung help with that.” Jin set his toothbrush down and moved a little closer, brushing his shoulder against Hoseok’s as he slid the container of medications closer to him. “And you?” he asked, head turning to Hoseok directly. “How are you feeling?”

“Ah…” How was he feeling? Hoseok just yawned again. “I think once I check on Jimin, I’m—” but he paused, bringing a hand to his mouth to force out a rough cough. It hurt, an uncomfortable heat overwhelming his chest as he tried to choke out whatever offending phlegm had gripped into his lungs. After a few rough coughs, accompanied with Jin’s hand patting his back, he manages to stop, taking in a harsh breath. He looked up, shaking his head. “Once I check on Jiminie, I’m going back to sleep for another hour.”

Jin’s arm draped around his shoulder to give the younger rapper a hug, but he paused and moved his hand back, pressing it against the back of Hoseok’s neck. At the offending heat, he brought his other hand up to Hoseok’s cheek, pressing the back of his fingers to clammy skin. Hoseok didn’t bother fighting him off, not bothering to entertain his concern, and just continued to rummage through the kit until he could find the thermometer.

“I think you’re also sick… It’d explain why you’re so sweaty. You’re really clammy.”

Hoseok just shook his head. “Jiminie was too hot is all,” he answered. “Jin-hyung, I’m okay--” But his breath hitched. His sinuses suddenly burned, and it’s all the movement he could do to turn his head away before letting out a loud, nasally sneeze onto his own shoulder. His nose felt wet instantly, and he screwed up his face in discomfort, leaning over to grab a tissue.

Jin’s frown grew in intensity, and as Hoseok wiped his nose, the older one turned him to face him, looking closer at his face, catching view of the glassy look in Hoseok’s doe eyes. Despite his determination, Hoseok merely looked too dazed to stay on his feet for long. “Seok-ah… Come on, listen to hyung.”

Hoseok sniffled, blinking almost owlishly at Jin. “I’ll take something later, but I’m fine.” With a soft laugh, Hoseok shook his head and stepped back, grabbing the painkillers and thermometer on his way back to his room. Jin watched after him, frowning heavily.

“I’m going to get you both some water.”

“I already have water,” Hoseok called after him, but he grimaced at how harsh it felt against his throat. He pointedly ignored Jin’s pressing stare and scurried back into his room, crawling back onto the bed. Leaning over, he gently pressed his weight against Jimin, resting his head against the younger dancer’s. “Jiminie, wake up, wake up,” he said softly in a sing-song voice.

Jimin grimaced, but immediately turned his face towards his pillow to cough roughly as he tried to clear away any phlegm that settled into his chest during his slumber. Hoseok eased off, dropping the pill bottle on the bed to pat Jimin’s back until the fit ended. It took a minute, but by the time the fit ended, Jin was back with a water bottle, Hoseok slowly urging Jimin to sit up while Jin brought the cool water to his lips. Barely awake, Jimin sipped at the water slowly, his small hand reaching up to grab it from the older vocalist. After a few seconds, with Hoseok just rubbing circles against his back, he handed it back, taking a deep breath with it.

“Sorry, hyungs…” Jimin mumbled. He brought a hand to his face to rub at his eyes. “I didn’t feel great last night… I was cold.”

“You’re sick, Minnie.” Jin ran a hand through his hair, then pressed a hand against Jimin’s forehead, taking a moment to gauge his fever himself. His eyes widened, which had Hoseok tilting his head in confusion. “Your fever feels really high, too…”

“It didn’t feel that bad when I checked earlier,” countered Hoseok, though the exasperated frown he received in response had him shrinking back. He glanced around, a little surprised to find another water bottle and cough syrup on the side table. Turning his lips inward, he handed the thermometer over when prompted, and Jin removed the cap.

“Under your tongue, please. And no talking until it gets a reading.”

Jimin blinked in surprise, glancing between the two of them. “You guys came prepared… Wasn’t expecting that.” But he did as instructed, letting Jin position the thermometer in his mouth before closing his lips around it. Hoseok turned his face away to let out another sneeze, grimacing as the sensation set his nerves temporarily aflame. Still holding the tissue from earlier, he just wiped his nose again.

“Did—”

“Don’t talk.”

Jimin’s lips closed back over the thermometer, but his eyes turned to Hoseok as they waited. Jin pointedly avoided looking at Hoseok. Once the small device beeped, Jin moved it from Jimin in order to gauge the reading: 38.8°C. Jin read it aloud as he stood from the bed.

“Not dangerously high, thankfully… If we stay on top of it, it should go down. Feeling anything else besides the fever, Minnie?” Jin questioned his dongsaeng.

“This dumb cough… my head hurts a little, but the painkillers will help with that.”

The eldest nodded. “Alright… I grabbed cough syrup too. Take that while I go wash this off.”

As Jin left the room, Hoseok leaned over Jimin to grab the cough syrup, frowning when he noticed the two small dosage cups tucked on top. Jimin seemed to notice them too, looking over at his roommate.

“Did I get you sick, hyungie?” he asked softly.

“You didn’t, Jiminie, so cute of my precious roommate to worry about me!” Hoseok cooed playfully, though the rasp to his voice was evident to the younger man given his little pout. The older dancer worked on finding the proper dosage for the syrup. But as he attempted to read, his brows furrowed; for some reason, they words weren’t focusing as well, but it was probably due to the lower lighting. He brought it closer to his face, but his eyes watered a bit trying to stare too closely.

Jimin’s own clammy hands gently eased the bottle from his grip, a soft look in his eyes. Hoseok could see a look of worry; he didn’t like that at all. “Let’s just wait for Jin-hyung for that one. Where’s the painkillers?”

Oh, those he had. Hoseok picked up that bottle and opened it with slight strain, but paused as he turned his face away with another sneeze. He sniffled, then knocked out two tablets to hand to Jimin. The smaller singer tossed them into his mouth and washed them down with a large swig of the water, then glanced at his roommate again.

“What, Jiminie?”

“Are you just going to pretend you’re okay all day?” Jimin asked softly, pouting once again.

“W-what?”

Jimin didn’t get a chance to answer before Jin was back, sitting down near Jimin’s legs. He leaned over, holding the thermometer to Hoseok. He had his stern face on, something the others hadn’t seen in a long while. Jin was a rather easygoing member, usually more playful than anything, unless there was something truly bothering him or if he was concentrating too hard. “Humor me.”

“Jin-hyung, this is ridic—” Jin cut Hoseok off by pressing the thermometer in his mouth.

“Under your tongue.”

“Ji—”

“And no talking!”

With a frown over the small device, Hoseok pulled the thermometer from his lips and merely climbed from the bed to clean it. What he didn’t expect was to catch Jimin’s hand gripping his own, tugging him back down. It was almost embarrassing how easy Hoseok stumbled back, eyes wildly blinking as his view changed suddenly. He frowned, and the uneasy sensation from earlier returned almost full force. Jin wasted no time pushing the thermometer back in his mouth, but he sat still with a small huff, waiting. Jin busied himself with filling both dosage cups with liquid, handing Jimin one of them. Once the thermometer beeped, Hoseok pulled it from his lips and frowned at the reading: a 39.1°C. Jin quickly snagged it from him before he could erase the reading, which had him sighing.

“Hyung, I’m fine,” Hoseok insisted.

Jin just handed him the second cup. “Drink up.”

With a sigh, Hoseok just nodded, drinking the small cup like a shot. It burned just as badly going down, but far less satisfying, than soju. As Jin collected the cups, he handed Hoseok the second water bottle and left the room again.

Jimin sighed, flopping back on the bed. He definitely looked worse for wear, and Hoseok brought a shaky hand up to run fingers through his hair. Jimin smiled softly. “Hyungie… Since we’re both sick, we should just nap all day. Cuddle me?”

With a grumble, Hoseok just crawled his way back onto the bed next to Jimin, pushing away the covers on his side. With this fever, Jimin felt like a furnace and it was extremely easy to overheat. Hoseok didn’t sip the water, merely held onto the bottle pressed to the side of his chest; although he wouldn’t admit it, the cold temperature in his hands felt nice to just hold onto. Jin didn’t say much else, merely reached over to ruffle both of their heads before standing.

“Go ahead and rest, okay? I’ll stay in today. If you need anything, call hyung.”

Jimin smiled up at him before tucking his face into Hoseok’s neck, yawning loudly. Hoseok merely pulled him close and let his eyes flutter closed. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

~*~

Waking up was a startling affair. Still half-asleep, Hoseok barely registered the feeling of someone pulling him upright, and he bumped his head immediately against someone’s knee.

“Whoops, sorry, Hob-ah.”

“Yah, Namjoon-ah! Be careful!”

Faint coughing from Jimin, then the immediate sound of retching. Hoseok opened his eyes to see Jimin hunched over the side of the bed, Jin rubbing his back gently while looking at someone over Hoseok’s head. Namjoon, Hoseok guessed, but he couldn’t understand how Namjoon ended up standing over him. And then the overwhelming scent of vomit just attacked his nose, overpowering the scent of sickness that had begun to permeate the room. He felt hot, and sticky, and feeling Namjoon’s large arms holding him up by his armpits didn’t help.

“You awake, Hobi?” Namjoon asked. “We’re gonna have to help you two shower after this.”

Grimacing, Hoseok brought a hand up to rub his eye—only for both Namjoon and Jin to yell at him to stop moving. He paused, hand lifted upward—and it was wet. A warm, sticky wet, and smelled sour… He was quick to realize it was vomit, in its gross and putrid glory. Jimin let out another heavy, loud retch, and Hoseok’s own stomach flipped at the sound of liquid splashing into something plastic. Hoseok didn’t do well with vomit on a decent day, barely being a step above sympathy puking, but the uncomfortable warmth and the heavy odor in the air was more than enough to make him nauseous immediately. He whimpered, mouth already beginning to salivate uncomfortably.

“Yaaaah, Hoseok-ah, let Namjoon get you to the bathroom first! Namjoon--”

“I got it!”

The younger rapper came into view as he stepped to Hoseok’s left side, letting go of the dancer in order to flip the blanket to the side. Hoseok could see the liquid already seeping through, and his shirt was drenched in sweat and speckled in leftover stomach bile. He felt gross… His stomach rolled immediately. Namjoon wasted no time in pulling Hoseok to his feet and off the bed, ignoring the dripping mess from his hand as he ushered him to the bathroom. Hoseok wasted no time dropping to his knees when they made it past the door, not even waiting for Namjoon to turn on the light before he gave in to his body’s demands. The pressure forced bile from him like it had been waiting for hours, the cramp in his stomach twisting to empty the contents. He didn’t eat much, so he was startled when one mouthful became three, which soon were too many to count. Just what did he even have in his stomach to expel so harshly? His shoulders shook with exertion, cleaner hand trembling as it gripped the edge of the commode so tight his knuckles were white. All the while, Namjoon knelt beside him, wiping his messy hand with a wet wipe before just rubbing his back, reassuring him that he was okay, to just let it out and he’d feel better soon. It felt almost never-ending, each few seconds forcing out another painful retch as he tried to cough up whatever he could have eaten in the past week, his esophagus on fire. His back hurt, tense from the strain, and he could barely feel his fingers.

It took a long few minutes before the cramping let up, and Hoseok, extremely winded and drained, rested his head to the side of the bowl. He’d needed a shower anyway; this wasn’t the worst. Namjoon sighed softly, more of relief than anything.

“Nothing else in there?” he asked.

“Nn-nn. Joonie… that felt bad.”

“It looked bad.”

Hoseok could feel Namjoon easing his face away, hearing the sudden roar of the toilet flushing before him. He let him go, and Hoseok’s cheek found the porcelain again while he just let his eyes fall closed and listened to the ruckus happening around him. Namjoon swearing softly as he messed with the cleaning wipes, probably cleaning up whatever mess Hoseok may have made of around the toilet. He could hear the shower running, and Namjoon soon tugging the toilet paper roll—the entire roll, judging by the sudden clanging of metal—from the ring. It didn’t take long for Hoseok to feel toilet paper wiping at his mouth, and he pouted at the feeling.

“Sorry, we should probably rinse your mouth out before you shower, but let me get this extra off your face.”

“Can I shower here?” Hoseok muttered.

With a soft laugh, Namjoon just helped him remove his dirtied clothing. Hoseok leaned back to realize Namjoon also seemed to be shirtless, and opened his eyes to find that his friend had already stripped to his own boxers.

“Wha…?”

Namjoon laughed softly. “You’re really not in any condition to shower by yourself, Hob-ah.”

That earned him a pout. Hoseok wanted to believe he wasn’t so incapacitated that he needed help… but given how the fatigue seemed to stay settled in his bones, he knew his friend was right. Namjoon was at least kind about it as he helped him move into the shower, taking extra effort to massage Hoseok’s scalp as he conditioned his hair just to help him relax. Hoseok didn’t even feel shame as he let the shower’s water splash against his clammy skin. He let Namjoon sponge away grime and sweat from his body, and the gentle scent of the soap already brightened up his mood. Namjoon urged him out before he got too relaxed, helping him dress in fresh pajamas. Upon closer look, Hoseok realized that neither the pants nor the oversized shirt were his, but they felt nice nonetheless.

“Finally got in your pants, Namjoooon,” Hoseok laughed breathlessly.

That got a chuckle out of his friend, who just toweled his hair for a few seconds before walking him down the hall. As they passed his shared bedroom, Hoseok found himself squinting over his shoulder in surprise. “Mm… Joonie?”

“Jin-hyung’s letting your room air out a little more,” Namjoon replied. Instead, he was led right into Namjoon’s own room, and the taller rapper helped ease him into bed. With a soft sigh, Hoseok pressed his face right against the pillow. Feeling considerably cooler, more comfortable, and on one of Namjoon’s feathersoft pillows, he was already doing better. The fellow 94-liner draped a blanket over him and straightened it out, then, to be safe, pushed his desk trash can to the side of the bed. “Rest for a while, okay, Hobi?”

Hoseok didn’t need to be told twice. Eyes closing, he fell asleep easily.

~*~

Hoseok awoke feeling way too warm. With a grimace, he lifted a hand to push the blankets away, only to find that he apparently had been hugging some sort of companion. Confused, he paused, lifting his head up as he squinted forward.

From there, he saw Yoongi, earphone in one ear, phone in a hand with stylus in the other, He seemed to be jotting down notes. Yoongi absently placed the stylus in his mouth and moved his hand to Hoseok’s hair, petting it gently. The notion had Hoseok moving to drop his head against Yoongi’s chest, his arm still draped across his stomach. He hummed softly.

“Hyung?” Hoseok mumbled.

Yoongi’s hand didn’t stop petting his hair. “You’re awake, Seokseok-ah?”

Hoseok gave a slight nod. “It’s hot in here.”

Yoongi looked down, and his hand moved from ruffling his hair to covering his forehead. “Shit… you missed a dose. You need more medicine.”

Shaking his head, Hoseok let out a whine. “I don’t wanna be asleep anymore. Yoongiiii…”

That got a chuckle out of the older boy. “Come on. Meds, a little bit of juk, and maybe we can crash in the living room for a bit—”

Before Yoongi could finish discussing the game plan, the door to Namjoon’s room swung open carefully, and Jin’s head popped in. Hoseok turned to look at him, putting on a smile.

“Hey, you’re up! See, Jimin-ah? He’s okay, he was just resting in here.” His voice remained low and soft, and Hoseok had to smile at how careful their eldest hyung was being. As Jin moved back, Hoseok could see Jimin peering in, eyes tired but delighted to see him.

“Hobi-hyung!” Jimin wasted no time in crossing the room, immediately draping himself over the two on the bed.

Hoseok fought back a grimace and smiled, small hand reaching over to ruffle Jimin’s hair. Jimin’s extra weight pressed against his tender stomach and just made him feel warmer, but he was glad to see his roommate. “Jiminie, feeling better?”

Jimin sighed dramatically. “Only a little bit… I’m sorry I threw up on you.”

At that, Yoongi laughed, hand reaching over to gently shove Jimin’s shoulder. “Better get out before you throw up on this bed too.”

“Hyung, don’t tease me, I’m sick,” whined the small vocalist. He received another shove in response.

But with a laugh, Jin merely headed in to tug Jimin back to his feet, promising they’d visit again later. As they left, Hoseok could hear Jin convincing Jimin to return to bed now that they’d seen Hoseok, and the gesture made Hoseok feel warm inside. It was nice to know that Jimin cared for him even as they were; he just hoped the others were taking as good care of Jimin as they were of himself. He was sure they were, especially if Jin was there. Jin was the best.

“What’s that make me,” Yoongi asked, “Chopped liver?”

Hoseok laughed, not realizing he’d spoken out loud. “You’re my best hyung.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Yoongi chuckled at that, bringing a hand back up to stroke Hoseok’s hair. As Hoseok began to relax against him, the older rapper nudged him with his shoulder. “Come on, Seokseok-ah… Food and meds. Food and meds, and then you can sleep again.”

With a grumble, Hoseok just pressed his face further into Yoongi’s shoulder and tried to pretend he didn’t have to get up.

#Whit writes #bts sickfic #bts sneezefic #bts emeto #sick!hoseok #sick!jimin #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!namjoon #caretaker!yoongi #tw: emetophobia #tw: emeto #!fever #!sickness

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edna-skiffens · 4 years ago

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Lean On Me - 1.5K

Summary: You are under the weather but Harrison is there to make it better. That rhymed.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: fluff as always bc it’s me, being sick 🤢, idk prob nothing else

A/N: I started this a little over a month ago when I was sick. Picked it up again a couple of weeks ago when I got sick again. Finished it after I had a stomach bug this weekend. So if you liked it you can thank my shotty immune system.

You didn’t wake up when Harrison did. He was an early riser and you.. were not.

You were, however, a light sleeper and would usually wake up when he rolled out of bed, no matter how quiet he attempted to be.

But today when you woke up, you noticed he wasn’t there. Then, almost immediately, you noticed the aches covering your entire body.

Without even looking at the clock, you decided you could use some more sleep.

When you woke up again, you weren’t feeling any better. You decided to get up anyway and try to push through. Maybe you just needed some breakfast and to move around a bit.

You made your way into the kitchen after grabbing one of Harrison’s hoodies to help with the chills. You were staring at the open fridge for who knows how long when you felt him come up behind you.

“There’s my sleepy head.”

“Huh?”

“It’s almost noon. I was starting to get worried, but figured everyone deserves a day to sleep in now and then.”

Noon? You had no idea. Sure, you slept later than Harrison, but not that late.

You were still standing in front of the fridge, processing Harrison’s information. You must have looked as confused as you felt, prompting Harrison’s next question.

“Love, are you alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah I don’t feel the best, but I’m okay.”

“Well, why don’t you go sit down? I’ll make you some lunch. Or breakfast.. Brunch!”

You gave him a small smile.

Normally you would put up more of a fight, wanting to prove your independence. Today, you didn’t feel like standing anymore. So you shuffled over to the barstool and sat down, leaning your weight on the island.

“What sounds good, darling?”

“I don’t know.”

He turned towards you and gave you a look of concern.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You do sound a little hoarse.”

“Yeah, I just don’t know what sounds good. I guess nothing sounds particularly appetizing.”

“Want to start with some toast? Some fruit? Maybe you will have more of an appetite in a bit.”

“Okay.”

Shortly after, he made the food and placed it in front of you, adding a quick kiss on your forehead as well. He pulled back and his smile fell. He placed a hand on your forehead to double check.

“Y/N. You’re burning up.”

“Really? I was freezing when I woke up.”

“Let me grab a thermometer.”

When he came back and took your temperature it confirmed his suspicions.

“You have a fever.”

“Maybe that’s why I don’t feel so good.” You mumbled while playing with the toast.

”Love, why don’t you go back to bed.”

You barely made a dent in your ‘brunch’ and your head was leaning so far forward you were practically laying on the counter.

“That sounds nice.”

“I have a Zoom meeting in a few minutes. But if you need me I can reschedule-“

“No, babe. I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.” He looked you over to make sure you seemed fine. “I’ll come and check on you after that okay?”

“Okay.”

“Text me if you need anything.”

“I’ll be fine, Harrison.”

You crawled back into bed and almost dozed off until your stomach started turning.

Oh no.

You jumped up and ran to your ensuite bathroom just in time to bring up the few bites of Harrison’s brunch you managed to get down. When you were sure everything was out, you used some toilet paper to wipe your mouth and flush.

Exhausted from vomiting your guts out, you did not have the energy or strength to get off the floor. It was then you realized your phone was on the bedside table if you needed Harrison, not that you would interrupt his meeting anyway.

Instead you curled up on the tile floor of the bathroom, “I’m just going to rest here for a moment.” You told yourself.

The cool tile felt good on your hot skin, as your chills had traded themselves for hot flashes. You stripped the hoodie away and used it as a makeshift pillow on the cool floor. “Just for a moment” until you regained your strength to go back to bed.

“Thanks. Bye!” Harrison ended his zoom and was anxious to check on you.

You hadn’t texted him, but he didn’t think you would anyway. You took such pride in being able to take care of yourself.

It was quiet as he made his way through the apartment and he assumed you were sleeping. When he made it to your room and the bed was empty, he was proven wrong.

Confused, he began looking around. Not seeing you in any other part of the house, he checked the bathroom. The door wasn’t shut so he quickly saw your body curled up on the bathroom floor, asleep. He noticed you were left in your tank top and sleep shorts with his hoodie now under your head, sweat sticking across your skin.

He wanted to let you sleep, but he also wanted to check in and see how you were feeling. Give you some medicine for your fever.

“Y/N?” He gently rubbed your arm. You stirred a bit before opening your eyes. “Hey, love. What happened here?”

“I threw up.” You sounded like a little kid and Harrison found it adorable.

“Yeah I kind of gathered that.” He spoke in a sweet voice still rubbing your side. “How come you’re in here and not the bed?”

“The cold felt good.” He nodded in understanding. “And I was too tired to get up.”

“You should’ve texted me.” He helped you sit up.

“I left my phone in there.” He gave you a sad nod as he rubbed your back.

“You wouldn’t have texted me even if you had your phone would you have?”

“Probably not. I don’t know. I don’t feel good.” You leaned into him and he held you.

“I know, love. I’m here now. What can I do? Do you need to get cleaned up? Do you want a cold rag?” You shook your head no.

“I just want to lie down.”

“Okay I can help with that.”

“I’m kind of dizzy.” You told him. You leaned into him further and your eyes remained shut.

“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.” He encouraged as he pulled you up. “I’ve got you.”

He slowly helped you back to bed and gathered anything you might need while you got comfortable under the covers.

“Okay. I brought a wet rag in case you get hot again, another blanket and one of my hoodies in case you get cold. Here’s a bucket and a towel in case you feel sick again. Some tissues and water. Anything else?”

“I have a headache. Could you possibly-”

“Say no more.” Less than a minute later he returns with even more items in his hands.

“Here’s some medicine for your headache and it should also help bring your fever down. Here’s the thermometer so we can check it again later. Here’s some crackers because I don’t know if you should take the medicine on an empty stomach, but if you feel sick don’t force it, but if you think you can manage it here they are.” He smiled sheepishly while placing them on the bedside table. “Here’s some Gatorade to help replenish you if you’d rather have that than water. And I brought some movies if you weren’t sleepy yet.”

He finally finished rambling about the various items he brought. You smiled up at him taking in this sweet boy and all that he was. You took the medicine while he continued.

“Or if you want to be alone and rest I can definitely do that. I can go do some wor-”

“Harrison.”

“Hmm? You need something, love?”

“Yeah.” You weakly lift your arms up towards him “Come cuddle me.” He smiled before stripping out of the nice shirt he wore for his Zoom and crawling into bed with you.

“This better?” He asked after pulling you into his arms.

You still felt the aches, the nausea, and the hot flashes, but having Harrison hold you made it better.

“It’s better.” You yawned.

He gave you a kiss on your temple, noting that you weren’t as warm as you were before.

“Why don’t you try to get some rest, okay? I’ll be here when you get up. And then we’ll lay here and watch movies and I’ll make some soup.”

“Okay.” You leaned your head against his chest. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, precious.” He smiled down at you, already asleep against his chest. “Feel better.”

#harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild fluff #harrison osterfield blurb #harrison osterfield fanfic #harrison osterfield one shot #harrison osterfield x y/n #Harrison osterfield x reader #sick!reader #Harrison osterfield x you #Harrison osterfield story #my writing #writing #edna skiffens writes #fluff

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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years ago

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Drowning is amazing! Please continue!!!

Thank you! I am glad that you like it!

And I wrote it. It's a late post though, sorry.

Drowning Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

@shydragonrider

Warnings: feverish whumpee, drugged whumpee, head trauma mention, pneumonia, pills (antibiotics), exhaustion, betrayal, talk of medical settings, mentions of attempted murder, anxiety, thoughts of anticipated retribution, nightmares

Hero scrambled to her feet, nervousness eating at her stomach. There was Villain, standing six feet tall and raging with anger, in her doorway. Not only did he look like he just went on a killing frenzy, he had a knife.

A knife and a true intent to kill.

"Villain," Hero cautioned, approaching the tall man. He glared, snarling down at Hero.

"I know you have him, Hero," he said, not even acknowledging Hero's quiet plea to step down. "Now, where is he before I bomb the place."

Hero noted that he still had a hospital gown on. His right forearm had blood dripping down it- the remnants of where he had ripped the IV out. The side of his head was still stitched up and hued in a deep royal purple shade. His damaged right eye was swollen, but not nearly as bruised as his temple.

"Where is he!" Villain hollered again and rushed at Hero. He stumbled a little bit and swayed as if a dense feeling of nausea washed over him- and considering the state of the villain's head, she wouldn't be surprised if he was indeed nauseous.

"He isn't here," Hero lied, but it was obvious that she didn't mean it.

"I know you took him home with you," Villain clenched his jaw, the bruise pulsating. "Why else wouldn't you visit me earlier?"

"Villain, I did visit you earlier," Hero tried to reason. "Remember?"

"No, no, no," Villain shook his head. "Only doctors and needles and fogginess and..." His voice trailed off ad his gaze darkened. "Not you."

"I'm sorry," Hero apologized, grabbing the villain's hands. She felt the knife loosening, but Villain didn't let go. Both breathed deeply, trying to calm themselves. Hero couldn't afford to get protective- if that was the correct word- and if Villain blew up again, by golly she would be.

But, the villain was obviously on another page. He suddenly punched Hero in the stomach, jabbed her jaw with the hilt, and lumbered into the house.

Hero doubled over, panting for breath as she tried to reorientate herself. After a good minute of puffing out breaths, she followed Villain.

She found him slamming his hip into her bedroom room. Instinctively, Hero lept on top of him, pulling him back. Thoughts rushed through her head. She had no means of restraints other than a pair of handcuffs in the bathroom cabinet- don't ask. She didn't even have a good enough room to lock such an explosive person in.

She had to take the handcuff route and somehow lead the maniac into the bathroom. Linking her arms around Villain's armpits, she attempted to drag the thrashing man down the hall, but, half-drugged and injured or not, he was still much taller and much bigger. He dug his heels deep into the hardwood floor and grit his teeth. He was going to kill Supervillain if it was the last thing he would do, and nothing, not even someone like Hero would stop him.

He yanked himself out of Hero's grasp and face planted into a wall, knocking down a sunset painting that Hero herself did. He weakly tried to use his arms to push himself back up, but they trembled and collapsed under his weight.

Hero returned her arms back to the position that caused Villain so much strife and dragged him. The villain had clearly exhausted himself to the point of compliance, so it really was an effortless task. She brought him to the bathroom, leaned his now lolling head against the baby blue wall and grabbed her horribly placed handcuffs. Putting them on deftly, she crouched down next to Villain.

"You are supposed to be in the hospital, you know," she lightly scolded him.

"I know," came the reply, so timid that Hero couldn't even correspond the rabid wolf that entered her den with the completely subdued fawn resting in her bathroom. His eyes were closing, too weary to stay open.

"Let's go get some sleep," Hero offered and pulled Villain to his shaky feet. But as she led him to the door, she noticed that he would not be able to make it to the living room without collapsing, so she scooped him up. Now that he was just hanging there limply, it was easy- there wasn't a fight, just complete and utter trust to allow the other to care for the wounded and exhausted one.

Once Villain was settled upon the couch, sleeping soundly, Hero went back upstairs to check on Supervillain. Unlocking the door with the key that worked for every lock, she pushed the door open and walked inside.

Hero scrunched up her nose. After spending sometime in fresh, lavender scented air, the revolting scent of sickness and sweat was like a trash can that had to be taken out to the curb.

But nonetheless, she walked over to the unconscious supervillain. His face was even paler, signifying that his fever spiked again, and he was shivering profoundly. She tossed another blanket over him and performed the hourly task of slipping the thermometer under his tongue. It beeped and like everytime, it revealed a nerve-wracking temperature.

Hero ran her hand through the grimey hair with a sigh and knelt down next to him. He was getting worse. Heck, he hardly looked like he was breathing, yet the consistent rise and collapse of his chest proved otherwise. Silent whimpers slipped through barely parted lips, a little trail of saliva streamed over parched lips. Eyes were closed, but barely. Hero could see distressed pupils shifting about as placid facial expressions contorted into ones of utter misery and pain.

"Hey," Hero whispered, grabbing his boiling hand. It didn't nothing to stop the unconscious torture Supervillain was enduring. His breaths sped up and he started to outwardly gasp, but never awoke.

"Supervillain?" Hero's voice was risen in pitch. "Hey, now. Wake up for me." She shook him, tapped repeatedly at his flushed cheeks, but nothing seemed to work.

Until he bolted up screaming.

No. Screaming was not the correct word for the desperate screech that tore itself away from Supervillain's face. It filled every crevice of the room- possibly even the house- with the haggard voice of terror. It made Hero cringe, her tired body jumping backwards. After the screaming festival was over with, Supervillain resumed a crying sound. Sobs turned into coughs as the sick man dealt with both illness from the pneumonia and whatever fear drove him into such a defensive fright.

Hero wrapped her arm around Supervillain, lethargically seating herself next to him. He turned his body over and pressed his face into Hero's side, relishing in the warming comfort it brought with a contented sigh. Soon after, he fell back asleep, mouth parting to draw in more precious oxygen.

Hero leaned against the pillow, allowing her ward to sleep cuddled up to her. Her own eyelids drooped, reminding her of the dire need to sleep. She contemplated sleeping next to the supervillain, but once Villain awoke it would be a catastrophe. Yet, the instinctual pull towards the awaiting slumber was too hard to resist. Hero scooted down into a more comfortable position, pulled Supervillain onto her chest and fell asleep next to him.

It was sometime before she felt something move beside her. Hero blearily opened her eyes- still heavy with left over sleep- to find Supervillain awake, still hugging her, but staring at something by the foot of the bed. At first Hero brushed it off as another feverish hallucination, but then she saw a shadow move.

Her eyes opening all the way, Hero's head darted to where her other unplanned guest was leisurely standing, using his knife to pick at his nails. Didn't she remove that toy from him?

"What did I say?" Villain asked, pressing his palms into the bedrail. "I say: you are housing Supervillain. No, she replies, blushing the entire time. And then what do I find? The criminal mastermind himself sleeping over the little princess with the tiara. Figures." Villain rolled his eyes, or his eye because the other was still sealed shut by the purple tarp that obscured the machine of sight from the world.

"I-i couldn't just leave him."

"He tried to kill you."

Supervillain whimpered, cowering deeper into bed as Villain's blantant mention of the past triggered his anxiety. Hero would surely get back at him once he was healed. She was just waiting so that she could redo the damage already done to his lungs. Make him suffer the agony he was experiencing. Supervillain let out a quiet sob and squeezed his eyes shut.

As complex as these thoughts seemed, the thinking of them only took a moment because soon, Hero was replying to Villain's accusation.

"And you tried to kill him," she retorted. "Twice. I stopped you both times."

"And knocked me out and hospitalized me in the process. Hero, we are the victims here. Not him," Villain shot a pointed glare at the scared supervillain with a sneer.

"You gave him pneumonia! He can die!"

"Okay, okay. One, I could've died from head trauma. Two, if he was going to die, take him to a freaking hospital. And three, you helped push him into the tank. Remember that."

The memory swarmed Hero like bees- the reminder of her own grave mistake making her feel a rush of guilt.

"I shouldn't have done that and I can't take him to the hospital or he will be arrested."

"I could've been arrested."

"Not everything's about you!"

Villain was silent, chewing at his bottom lip. "This isn't a decision of intellect, darling, housing him does not justify yours or mine or his actions. Not to mention how much you are going regret this," he pointed out, flinging the knife in his hands carefully.

"Why would I regret this. I am-"

"The Hero Agnecy dear. Did you think that your little medic friend thought it was normal for you to call my injuries in? Or are you that naive?"

Hero was silent, stunned into utter silence, but Villain's words. Medic never came. She never came to help Hero, but that didn't mean that she reported Hero's possible betrayal of the agency. It didn't mean...

She never came.

And Hero brought Villain to the hospital. That was all the proof needed for the Agency to put her on a watchlist.

"You need to go back!" Hero suddenly exclaimed, jostling Supervillain who was just about to doze off again.

"To where? The mangy excuse for a hospital?" Villain snorted. "Heck no." He chuckled. "They will put me back under with restraints this time. The chances of escape will go from 95.6% to zero in a matter of seconds. Its suicidal, not to mention probably stupid beyond reason."

"They are gonna think I busted you out..." Hero's voice trailed off when she saw Villain raise his eyebrow mockingly.

"Not everything is about you," he mimicked in perfect representation of Hero's prior exclamation that could've once been described as an arguement's winning statement.

"Shut up."

Suddenly, Supervillain started hacking, but this time around not only mucus left his lungs, but blood in the color of the deepest crimson.

"Hmm," Villain stayed silent for moment, brow ceasing. Hero thought she could literally see the gears clicking and turning in his head.

"You could be right," Villain agreed. "Going back would be beneficial. Especially for me." He grinned wickedly.

"How?"

"Well... Supervillain needs medicine and care, antibiotics to kick this pneumonia," Villain started to pace. "I could go back and gather some. Tell the docs that I escaped on my own... but for a price."

Hero got a sense of Rumpelstiltskin's classic, "all the magic comes with a price" speech with the twirl of his scaly pointer finger, from the series Once Upon a Time.

"Name it."

"All of my criminal charges are dropped, meaning I get to leave that hospital when I deem ready. Not when the stupid heroes decide that I am redeemed enough."

Well, uh, that... Hero shook her head. She never thought of it, but antibiotics were needed to make Supervillain better. She had to go through with it.

"Second," Villain counted off with his fingers as he threw sarcastically intended smirks. "I get a new motorcycle. Your boyfriend trashed it."

"He's not-" Hero stopped when she saw Villain raise an eyebrow.

"Shush, honey. Lemme talk," He drawled. "I will bring you the antibiotics if you swear you will heed my requests."

All sense of caution and foreboding were lost as Hero rummaged her thoughts over the promise. Supervillain's health for two simple things. It was easy enough.

"Deal," she said, nearly involuntary, but that wasn't entirely accurate because she indeed wanted this.

Villain smirk, running his tongue over his lips as he bounded over to shake Hero's hand. The second the two's flesh met meant that the deal was struck. Hero couldn't back away, nor could Villain.

Hero was in the kitchen tenderly feeding Supervillain some soup and prompting him to drink some gatorade when Villain returned triumphantly with a large red bottle.

"Sweet!" Hero exclaimed and grabbed the much needed tuberware. She opened it and admired the pills inside.

"One twice a day," Villain instructed, sitting down in the empty chair next to Hero. His eyes glinted with excited anticipation, narrowing slightly at the edges at the way Hero regarded the antibiotics.

She then took one and opened Supervillain's jaw. He didn't even attempt to resist and compliantly allowed her to maneuver his mouth around. Even though swallowing the hefty pill was an ordeal in itself, he managed.

Hero, seemingly satisfied, picked him up and carried him to the living room to nap on the couch. Villain followed behind her, shooting glances at his phone every few seconds.

Hero propped him against her shoulder and flicked on the television. A comedy show was on. Supervillain glanced up at it before digging his head into Hero's shoulders, completely disinterested.

Supervillain was asleep, Hero was resting with a relaxed look of tranquility on her face, and Villain was draped across an armchair completely absorbed in his phone and periodically looking out the window when the door made a knocking noise.

Hero tensed, and looked at Villain who had stood up.

"Wait here," he said, but there was no ounce of anticipation in his voice. Hero furrowed her forehead. There was even a hint of buoyancy in his typical monotone voice. Even though he usually spoke in a sarcastic air, he always seemed to drawl.

But this was different. Abnormal. Eerie. And a bit- if not very- concerning.

Hero stood up, leaning Supervillain against the armrest and pressed her ear to the recently shut door.

It was Villain who was speaking, that monotone that would stand out anywhere.

"I have them," he said. "I have them both."

Hero's heart dropped when she heard the click of guns.

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