#but yeah anyway SICKFIC MY BELOVED HAHA

[robinsnest2111]

continuation of the quasi sickfic snippet.

Randy manages to hold onto consciousness till the end of his shift but only barely. Its obvious he's not fit to drive home by himself.

Chris and his girlfriend could care less what happens to their whimpy coworker, their boss has dipped early. Benson is the only one who is somewhat concerned.

Instead of asking Randy for his home address and driving him home and delivering him into the (overbearing, smothering) hands of his mom, you know, like a NORMAL person, he decides to take the fever stricken boy home with him. Leads him to his car, deposits him in the passenger seat, lifts his legs inside one by one. Randy immediately sinks into himself, visibly deflating, as soon as his behind makes contact with the cushion and his legs are inside the vehicle.

Benson turns down the radio to a more comfortable volume, pretty sure that Randy is fighting a losing battle against a nasty headache at this point. Reaches over to lower the passenger side window, letting the air flow cool Randy's flushed face.

Halfway home, Benson realises that he now has to find a place for Randy to rest, has to take care of him, has to make sure the boy doesn't succumb to whatever virus it is that's got him in this sorry state. Are there even any meds at home? When was the last time he was sick? He quietly curses himself and his less than thought through decision. The worry about Randy got the better of him.

He makes a quick stop at a pharmacy and a convenience store, picks up the basics of anti-inflammatory painkillers and a couple cans of cheap chicken soup. That'll have to do.

When they make it to the house Benson shares with his mom, Randy is barely responding. Which is concerning. The fever must be in full swing already. He picks the boy up, he's lighter than he looks, which is also concerning. Does he get enough food at home? No wonder this cold has knocked him on his ass in less than 24 hours.

He walks through the front door, past his mom and down the hallway, straight into his room. He places Randy down on his bed, draping his arms and legs into a somewhat comfortable position. Fixes the pillow under his head. That'll have to do for now.

Benson makes his way back out to his car, getting the painkillers and the soup cans. Walks back into the house and into the kitchen, ignoring his mom's questions. At least for the rest of today. It's all about taking care of the boy his boy now, and trying to not fuck it all up.

[notfeelingverywell]

my brand-new sickness/whump blog!

Hello ‘dere! I’m evie, and i’ve finally made a sideblog for this stuff - i actually only recently discovered that there’s a whole community of people on here who love sickfics and whump too! 10/10 v relieved, i thought i was the only one haha

anyway, please do message me any prompts of ficlets for me to write, or just general ideas or scenarios and stuff you want to share! i would honestly love that so much

here are some of the main fandoms i’m in, and the characters i like to whump:

voltron (lance)

yuri on ice (yurio, victor or maybe jj)

the infernal devices (will)

guardians of the galaxy (peter quill)

check please (chowder)

star trek aos (jim)

hamilton (i think jefferson atm?)

so yeah, feel free to send me prompts, or just come talk to me about stuff!

Oh, and real quick, i just wanna mention some of my favourite sickfic/whump blogs that have inspired me to make my own: @ya-nurse, @taylor-tut, @beloved-whumpage, @ithadtobesneezing, and @whumpdump!! honestly all these blogs are 10/10 perf and i would honestly bake them cookies if i had any idea how to bake

anyway yeah, thank you for reading, and i hope you enjoy!