#campus/con crud

[sicktember]

Sicktember 2024 Prompt-Based Resources to Help You Get Started! 💚

**Sicktember 2023 prompt-based resources can be found [Here]

Hangovers

What is a hangover [niaaa.nih.gov]

15 hangover horror stories [buzzfeed.com]

7 ways to cure your hangover [health.harvard.edu]

How to Write a Drunk Character [allwritealright.com]

Over Indulgence

Dealing with Food hangovers [health.usnews.com]

4 Ways to Stop Digestive Discomfort  [michiganmedicine.org]

I Ate Too Much. Now What Do I Do? [osfhealthcare.org]

Is It Possible… Stomach Explode? [popsci.com]

Campus/Con Crud

Crushing the Campus Crud [hercampus.com]

So What is Con Crud  [granitcon.com]

Coming Down With the Crud  [bmhsc.org]

Rogue Organs

What Is Appendicitis? [hopkinsmedicine.org]

Gallbladder Removal [nhs.uk]

Tonsillectomy [mayoclinic.org]

Spleen Problems and Removal [nhs.uk]

Dizziness/Vertigo

Understanding Vertigo [on.bluecross.ca]

Types of Vertigo [acare.abbott.com]

Dizziness vs. Vertigo [cornerstonephsio.com]

Medieval Treatment

Medicine in the Middle Ages [ncbi.nlm.nih.gov]

6 Medieval Medical Practices [guavahealth.com]

Healing Power of Maggots/Leeches (Modern) [mountainview-hospital.com]

When Medicine was Humorous [merryfarmer.wordpress.com]

Mononucleosis

About Mono [cdc.gov]

Mono For Teens [kidshealth.org]

How to Test for Mono [mountsinai.org]

Sick People Food

What People Around the World Eat When Sick [businessinsider.com]

Sick Day Foods Across the Globe  [nyubiteclub.com]

8 Best Foods to Eat When Feeling Sick [forbes.com]

Toxin/Poison

Poisons and Toxins [sciencelearn.org]

Poisoning. What The Doctors Do [thedoctorwillseeyounow.com]

Common HouseHold Poisons [cincinnatichildrens.org]

FAQs Carbon Monoxide Poisoning [cdc.gov]

Brain Fog/Spaced Out

What is Brain Fog [everydayhealth.com]

Understanding Brain Fog [henryford.com]

Causes of Zoning Out [verywellhealth.com]

Aches And Pains

What Causes Body Aches When Sick? [uclahealth.org]

5 Tips For Writing About Physical Pain [louiseharnbyproofreader.com]

Hypochondriac tendencies

Illness Anxiety Disorder [my.clevelandclinic.org]

Signs You May be a hypochondriac [centerforanxietydisorders.com]

10 Health Anxiety Myths  [happiful.com]

How To Write Anxiety [writerscookbook.com]

Anaphylactic Response

What is Anaphylaxis  [betterhealth.vic.gov.au]

Anaphylactic Shock: What You Need to Know [healthline.com]

Waiting Rooms

What happens in the emergency department [advocatehealth.com]

Triage and Emergency Assessment  [ncbi.nlm.nih.gov]

Setting Description: Emergency Waiting Room [writershelpingwriters.net]

Summer Flu

Can You Get the Flu in the Summer? [verywellhealth.com]

Leisure Sickness  [avogel.ca]

Catching a Cold When It’s Warm [newsinhealth.nih.gov]

Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest

Types of Heart Attacks [www.healthline.com]

Common Heart Conditions [summahealth.org]

What Does a Heart Attack Feel Like? [health.clevelandclinic.org]

How to Describe a Heart Attack in a Story [writingtipsoasis.com]

Pulling a Ferris Bueller

Define Pulling a Ferris Bueller [urbandictionary.com]

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Summary [gradesaver.com]

10 Things Ferris Bueller Taught Us [dailyedge.ie]

A Note From the Mods [Tumblr Post]

Sick While Traveling

Take Steps to Stay Healthy While Traveling [cdc.gov]

Motion Sickness [sciencefocus.com]

How to Remove Vomit From Car Interior [wikihow.com]

Sick on Vacation Tips [apartmenttherapy.com]

Hospital Bed

How to Write a Hospital Scene [writersdigest.com]

Hospital Bed Components & Safety [robsonforensic.com]

9 Way to Help When Someone is Hospitalized [upstate.edu]

First Aid Kit

Make a First Aid Kit [redcross.org]

Travelers First Aid Kit [hopkinsmedicine.org]

Health Plan and First Aid for College [uh.edu]

Flushed Cheeks

Causes of Facial Flushing [verywellhealth.com]

What Can Cause Flushed Skin?  [medicalnewstoday.com]

Doctor's Note

Obtaining a Dr Note for Work [inhersight.com]

How to Get A Dr. Note for School  [solvhealth.com]

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 3

#3- Campus/Con Crud

*Saturday afternoon- Cosmic Con*

“How can we even be having this conversation? You go to a smart school.” MJ shook her head in disappointment. “And while I am not actually invested in your health one way or another, I would be remiss in my duties as a human being to not advise you that, if you put that or any other mask on, you are going to catch some funky disease and end up camped out on some random sketchy bathroom floor begging for death.”

Even as they stood amongst the throng of fans pressing against the table filled with 100% American made, guaranteed authentic unauthorized replica masks of every Batman villain in the DC Universe, Peter could not understand her point.

“You’re being paranoid, MJ. Look!” He dropped the much handled mask that was in his hand, and grabbed at one still packed in plastic from closer to the bottom of the pile before pulling it from its packaging. “I’ll even try on a fresh one, just to make you feel better.”

“I know what I said and I meant what I said. I am telling you, Peter. You’ll regret this decision one way or another.”

“But MJ! It’s Bane!” Peter offered up the odorous latex mask to her as though he were offering up a holy relic. “BANE!”

MJ simply took a step back, rolled her eyes, and threw her hands up in defeat. “Whatever, loser. It’s your funeral.”

 Peter glared at his newest friend before looking to Ned for support. “C’mon, Ned. Back me up!”

“What?” Ned startled as he looked up from the enamel pins displayed on the same table. “Oh, yeah, for sure,” he replied, having no clue what was going on. “You know I’ve always got you.”

“See!” Peter waved his arms about wildly as he got even more worked up, “Ned says I’ll be fine!”

MJ cast an unimpressed glance past Peter to Ned, once again focused on his own quarry. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what he said.”

Peter peeked over at Ned, realized it was a lost cause, then tossed the mask back at the table in frustration. “Fine! But when we start planning for Halloween and you’re dressed up as Catwoman and looking to for a villainous DC duo to team up with, remember this moment.”

MJ’s eyes narrowed as she stared down the boy. “I’m sorry?”

Peter gulped as he stared back. Had he failed to mention that she’d play a part in their ultimate DC villain trio—and maybe look way better than either of them while doing it?

Slowly, MJ placed her hands on her hips, her gaze more intense than ever.

Peter blinked, thought for a second, and paled. Yeah, he had definitely said the inside part out loud.

MJ crooked an eyebrow and smiled slyly, “Well then, we can’t risk having that happen, can we. By all means, Peter. Get the mask.”

Peter blinked in disbelief.

Hang on.

This felt like a trap. Was this a trap?

Finally, he had to ask, “Do you mean it?” He gulped and then continued, “You don’t think this will end up killing me or something?”

“Oh, Peter, far be it for me to get in the way of your villain origin story.” Her grin broadened as she stepped back a little further. “I’m gonna head over to Artist Alley while you and Ned finish up with this. Meet me there when you’re done.”

Peter nodded, then ignored the elbows and jostling from the other customers wanting at the table as he watched MJ walk away. “Yeah,” Peter inhaled deeply as he dragged his hand down his face. “I definitely think I’ll need to buy her an apology frozen lemonade for that.” Peter groaned as he absently grabbed at the Bane mask in front of him and focussed again on the table. “But at least our Halloween costumes are set! Hey, Ned, you said you wanted to get Two-Face, right?”

“What?” Ned came back to awareness as Peter grabbed at a still packaged mask to hand over to Ned. “Uh, duh! Thanks, man. It’s gonna be amazing!”

“I know, right?” Peter passed his cash to the vendor for his own mask while Ned gathered up his own extra purchases.

“Right!” Ned repeated, then his forehead scrunched in confusion as he scanned the area. “But hang on a sec? Where did MJ go?”

/-/-/

*The following Monday- Midtown School of Science and Technology*

Something was off. Peter was sure of it.

He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but his spider senses were pinging just enough that he felt physically uncomfortable— and he was literally only sitting in AP World History.

Mr. Johnson was droning on about something to do with the Mongol Empire with his back turned to the class so he could point something out on the map displayed on the interactive whiteboard so Peter took the risk and shifted quickly to do a quick check of the room from his seat.

But Peter saw nothing.

For a minute, Peter was almost able to convince himself that he was imagining it, but the sense persisted, so he did the only thing he could think to do.

Peter texted Mr. Stark.

After all, that had to be the explanation, right? It wouldn’t have been the first time something big was coming and Peter’s spidey-sense had acted as an early detection system. Iron Man and the other Avengers needed to know, and were going to need him! He was sure of it—

—At least until Mr. Stark replied back to Peter’s text, complaining that the only thing Peter could be sensing was that his mentor was actually dying of boredom in yet another drawn out board meeting that Pepper had forced him into when everyone knew he’d much rather be blowing crap up in his lab and—“wait a minute! get off your phone! you’re supposed to be paying attention!”

Peter scowled and tucked his phone away.

Paying attention to Mr. Johnson was infinitely harder to do when Peter was sure that the world could be ending.

The following class period moved along the same way, with Peter barely paying attention to Ms. Warren as she taught something physics related, he imagined.  His physical discomfort had increased so who could blame him for not being sure, right? Still, he observed the room as best he could, though it seemed that his senses weren’t sensing at all. The anxiety was simply developing into a headache to go along with the muscle and joint pain that had kicked in and Peter couldn’t help but wonder—was this what happened when his senses went repressed? Unacknowledged? He’d never really needed to ignore them before so...

Peter fanned himself with the booklet that had been placed on his desk at some point as he wondered. Someone must have messed with the thermostat in Ms. Warren’s room, on top of it all.

Peter clapped his hands over his ears as the bell sounded for class change, wishing for the millionth time that the school could find something a little less grating on Peter’s super-hearing, and then collected his books and bag to head over to Mr. Harrington’s class. At least he’d have Ned there with him, and if his Guy-in-the-Chair couldn’t help him figure out what was going on, then no one could.

/-/-/

Ned was already in his seat when Peter turned into the doorway and shuffled into class.

“Peter?” Ned looked concerned. “Dude? Are you okay? You look a little... ”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine... it’s just—“ Peter dropped into the desk seat beside Ned and looked suspiciously around the room. His stomach was a churning ball of nerves. “Something’s up and I need an extra set of eyes.”

Ned didn’t hesitate to put a hand to Peter’s forehead before his eyes widened, “I’ll say something’s up! You’ve got a fever!” Ned turned to the front of the classroom and threw his hand up into the air. “Mr. Harrington, Peter’s sick! Can I take him to the nurse?”

Peter blinked in confusion. “What?” Peter put his own head to his forehead, “I’m not sick. It’s my—”

“You’re talkin’ crazy, Peter.” Ned had hefted Peter’s backpack over his own shoulder and grabbed his books before Peter could protest. “Let’s get you out of here.” With that proclamation, Ned hefted Peter to standing by his elbow and ushered him out into the thankfully deserted hallway and closed the door behind them.

“Ned? I mean it! I’m not sick!” Peter tried to pull away but Ned kept a steady hold.

“Shhhh!” Ned double checked that they were alone. “Fine,” he whispered, “Tell me why you think you’re not sick.”

Peter wiped the sweat from his forehead as he straightened himself up. “My senses are telling me that something’s going to happen.”

“Okay?” Ned was listening. “And? Did you tell Mr. Stark about it?”

 “Yes, and he didn’t think it was anything to worry about.” Peter frowned at the recollection.

“Okay? But you’re still convinced. Why?”

“Because my senses are doing something weird!”

“Okay!” Ned pulled Peter further down the hall and away from the door. “Like what?”

“Well, my senses buzzed that something was gonna happen, but now I have a headache and my body is feeling sore and my stomach...” Peter clutched at his stomach and hunched over as it gave a gurgle of warning. “Oh, no.”

With no time to spare, Ned rushed Peter the thirty feet down the hall to the boy’s bathroom, shoved Peter through the stall door, helped to lower him to his knees and backed the hell outta there.

“Oh, f—” Peter couldn’t finish the word before his stomach clenched and forced every food that Peter was certain he’d ever eaten in his entire life out of his body and into the toilet bowl before him. “Please kill me,” he gasped as he flushed the toilet during a brief reprieve from the heaving.

“No can do, Peter, but I can call May for you?”

Ned took the next heave as approval and stepped out of the room.

It was a few minutes before Peter was convinced that his stomach had settled... for now, so he rested his head against his arm on the toilet seat and closed his eyes to catch his breath.

“Knock, knock,” a familiar voice called out as the bathroom door creaked open. “Betty sent me a text saying that you guys had rushed out of the room and I wanted to check in on you.”

Peter brightened, even as he waited to die. “You wanted to check that I was okay?” he croaked out from the stall.

“No, dumbass. I wanted to check that I was right... though kudos to our ridiculously thorough janitor, Mr. Blake, that you didn’t end up on an actual sketchy bathroom floor.” Her focus turned to Ned, who must have snuck in with her when she’d entered, “Tell me, Ned. Has he prayed for death?”

Ned without missing a beat, his cruel answer echoed, “Yup.”

“Awesome.” 

Could Peter hear a little laughter in her tone?

“Oh, and I’ve decided I’ll be going out as a mime for Halloween. It’s an underappreciated art form and deserves to be taken seriously... and because I’m a good person, I’ll email you a copy of the chemistry notes later on.”

“Oh. Thanks?”

“Whatever, nerd,” MJ replied, and exited the bathroom.

Peter was sure there was nothing left to do but wallow in his idiocy and bide his time until someone came to collect his sorry hiney, but then Ned interrupted the silence.

“Uh, Peter?”

“Hmm?”

“Did I miss something there?”

Peter chuckled as he braced himself for the next wave. “Yeah, Ned, you absolutely did.”

[gay-for-the-snz]

Day 3: Campus/Con Crud (M, cold)

yayyy, Joseph prompt. I am one of the people who loves pointing out the irony of a sick doctor that he complains about, so now you get a whole prompt about it! 2.2k

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It is impossible, truly, to avoid the oncoming 'fresher flu', or whatever other coy little term it's stuck with. A large number of people congregating, mingling, away from home for the first time and desperate to make a good impression; it's a recipe for one person tracking something into the university, and it spreading like wildfire amongst the population, whether they be student or staff.

Of course, he's no fool. He takes more than adequate precautions, but all the caution in the world is unable to do anything to prevent contracting something entirely. He may as well pin his same hopes on holding back an ocean with a sheet of paper.

And so here he sits, holed up in his office like a hermit while he feels this cold settling in full force. He wrinkles his nose against the feeling of it, everything damp and thick like it's trying to become a swamp in inflamed sinuses. He blows his nose, frowns more deeply, and blows it again. It does little to ease the discomfort, but does provide a small amount of relief in allowing him to breathe somewhat more easily, at least for the next few moments.

He squirts some hand sanitizer into his palms, even if by now it's somewhat of a moot point. If someone doesn't get something from him, they will get it from someone else. That doesn't mean, of course, that he shouldn't still be cautious--he is, after all, a medical professional. To transmit something to someone else, they would need to actually enter his office, but no one has signed up for his office hours, and it's customarily silent in here, save for the sound of his sniffling.

It hasn't quite progressed to the sneezing just yet, but there's that niggling irritation in the back of his nose, nestled deeply within where no amount of sniffling, or rubbing with tissues, or blowing his nose will truly clear it. It will only be satisfied by a truly scraping sneeze that will scratch the itch, if only temporarily.

The door opens, much to his surprise, and Monty slips in as unobtrusively as he can manage. "Mr. Cavanaugh."

"Dr. Valentine." He goes to raise his mask, but Monty waves him off. "Don't bother, I'm sure I've already got it coming down the pipeline. My roommates all came down with it earlier this week, and there's really not much room to stay away from eachother."

He doesn't shrug, but does give a slight nod of affirmation. "You're free to make your own decisions." He nudges the box of tissues in between their two desks, to keep it in reach of the pair of them. He doesn't exactly want to share the box, he would much prefer unfettered access to them, himself and no one else. But it's important to be generous and open--or so says the HR department.

They love to fuss and fawn and breathe down the back of his neck, but rarely seem to actually take "yes" for an answer. He's not going to be kissing babies or shaking hands, and that seems to be the only thing that people want to see. No one cares about the fact that he has opened his office to another person. That he is sharing the burden of his workload. That he is being so gracious as to even share his tissues with someone else.

It's not so much the tissues that he's really focused on, it's the concept. It's the fact that he is being so gracious, that he is working so diligently to appease the desires of the people who need to feel so important that they have nothing better to do but hound him, and no one is giving him the credit he is due for it. To buy him a bit of breathing space from the fears that they will take away his final chance to have a TA, that he is some cruel beast who is going to chase this one off like all the others.

"You should be resting, if you're coming down with this."

He laughs, adjusting the thin wire frames of his glasses in that unconscious habit of his. "I could say the same to you, really."

He takes off his reading glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose between his eyes, something to fend against the dull headache that's starting to grate at him. "You're right."

It's a surprising admission, clearly, because Monty looks like he's been nearly knocked out of his chair just to hear it. "Did I hear you right? You, Dr. Valentine, are admitting that you're willing to go rest?"

"That's where you're wrong. I admitted I should be."

"Doctors make the worst patients, then?"

"And I'm one of the worst." He sniffles, distinctly aware of just how wet the sound of it is, and plucks a couple tissues from the box. He can feel that nascent tickle, the feeling of it beginning to slowly unfurl and brush delicately along. He grits his teeth slightly, waiting for it to decide whether or not it's going to become an actual sneeze.

And it does.

He takes a sharp gasp, and sneezes harshly into the handful of tissues, his shoulders jumping hard from it. "HH'RRASSHHue!" It scrapes roughly over his throat, tears through his sinuses in a way that does, thankfully, scratch that irritation.

Monty jumps, looking up from his laptop. "Jesus! Bless you!"

He glowers over his steepled hands, nothing but exhausted and angry eyes above the painted nails.

"Right. No blessings. You got it."

He waits until he sees him swivel his chair back to what he's doing before he finally relaxes his shoulders, blows his nose harshly. It was satisfying, this time at least. It'll become less effective later, when he gets into the thick of this cold. For now, it's an effective, if momentary, relief of the tickle. He sniffs again in the aftermath of it, the action feeling significantly drier and less wretched than it did beforehand. He knows it's going to refill soon enough, his mucous membranes working overtime to attempt to flush this virus out of his system, but for now he's thankful for what relief he can scrape together.

"This is one of the things you must accept, as a medical professional." Monty doesn't turn to look at him, and for once he's thankful to not have to be making eye contact. "You will still always get sick, no matter the precautions you take, and no matter the attempts at diverting the course of nature. Being the 'sick doctor' is something that people always find deeply amusing to point out the irony of, and something you must accept."

"I don't think people usually hold it against anyone. Like you said, it's impossible to avoid--especially this time of year, when it just wreaks havoc on everybody."

"And yet. And yet." He swipes a pair of tissues from the box, folds them in half in preparation. "People will point it out as if you're supposed to be able to make it happen. As if being ill is some moral or professional failing on your part."

"I guess it's hard for people to sort of separate the professional from the profession."

"The 'campus crud' and 'fresher's flu' and whatever else they decide to call it. Every year it takes its toll on the populace of any school, and every year everyone wrings their hands and fusses and frets because it's inevitable. Would I prefer that it was something we could actually truly avoid? Something which we could actually force the steps necessary to minimize its effects? Certainly. Who wouldn't, especially as a medical professional? But as it stands, we can only work with the authority which we're granted, and that authority doesn't extend much farther than the walls of this office, or occasionally the classroom in which we're teaching." He sniffles, and takes the tissues from his desk. "Don't startle, this time."

"Doctor?"

" 'RRSSHHue! HH'RRASSHHue!"

He sniffles in the aftermath, holding his position for a second longer than he really needs to ensure he's finished, before he straightens up and pinches at the tip of his nose.

He looks like he tried his best, but it's impossible not to notice the jump in his shoulders, the way he looks more like a prey animal than a TA. "Bl--" He falters under the waspish glare. "--ack. Black...uh, polish. It suits you." He gestures flashes his own bare nails for emphasis.

"Don't get used to wearing it if you want to be in the operating room." Even though he just sneezed, it hasn't fully scratched that itch. He grants himself the indulgence of wrinkling his nose hard against the feeling, and sniffs sharply, the liquidy sound blunted by the congestion preventing it from being wholly effective. "Some hospitals allow it, but I would discourage its use. One of the many perks of teaching, rather than doing."

He leans forward slightly, takes another couple of tissues and blows his nose thoroughly, before squirting hand sanitizer into his palms. Monty's stopped working entirely, it seems, because he leans back in his own chair and makes some vague motion with his pen. "And the schedule, I'm sure."

"I don't miss being on call. I will likely never be able to hear the sound of a pager without that instinctive jolt of adrenaline that tells me something is happening urgently."

"You still have it, I'm guessing?"

He offers a faint, wry smile. "I'm not one to throw out perfectly good technology."

"I don't think you're beating the old man accusations at this rate."

"Let them make whatever accusations they want. I'm middle-aged, but old to those doe-eyed and bushy-tailed freshmen who think that anyone over the age of thirty-five is going to keel over and die at a moment's notice." He rolls his chair across the floor mat and grabs a stack of papers from the printer. "Here. Tomorrow's lecture notes, you're going to be my annotation."

"Wow, and just when I thought the exciting world of Molecular & Cellular Basis of Disease couldn't get any more exciting, now I get to annotate a stack of papers that are their own basis of disease."

He scowls. "If you're implying that I've handed you lecture notes I've been using as a tissue, you're insulting me."

"I wouldn't say insulting so much as, like, good-natured ribbing."

"Don't."

"No ribbing? No friendly joshing?"

"Get out of our office."

He certainly isn't going because he's been told to, but he gets up nonetheless. "Fine. I'm getting a Monster."

"I will remember your kidneys fondly."

"You'll be my donor?"

"I will not be offering you my kidneys, nor my surgical prowess."

He rolls his eyes, but continues out the door nonetheless.

He massages his sinuses now that Monty is out of the room, granting him the privacy to be a little more indulgent in the way he tackles this cold. He is not optimistic that it's going to be over soon, nor gently. His nose is prickling with irritation, and he can feel how warm it is to the touch, blushing from the abuse it's been taking. He's always been somewhat chagrined by how quick it is to redden from his attention, drawing everyone's eyes to it without any chance to say no.

He glances towards the ugly fluorescent lights outside of his office in the hallway, the light harsh in the little window by the ceiling. It does enough, this time. "Hh'RRISSHhue! Hh...hH'RRRSSHhuh!"

He sighs, and brings a hand up to rub his throat with a little wince. The curse of the 'dad sneeze', as it were, is that an already tender throat is only made more so by them. He blows his nose, and pinches at his nose. This has, finally, seemed to scratch that itch fully. He's bought himself a bit of time before the next time, and in so doing has bought himself the time to start annotating a test that's already starting with several wrong answers in a row. Joy.

He pinches the bridge of his nose again, the headache trying to push through the malaise. He's going to have to sleep early tonight. An extra hour of rest, perhaps, carefully rearranged to fit into his busy schedule. He isn't planning on taking any time off--for a cold, especially one so minor as this--would be foolish. And, of course, this early into the quarter, it would be not only unprofessional but setting his students up for failure. Missing time as a student? Difficult, but able to be made up. Missing time as a professor? It sets the entire class behind.

He's never smoked, but there's occasionally that desire within him to go take a smoke break. That immediately soothing of tension, of frayed nerves and discomfort eased. He takes a sip of coffee instead--a different concession to himself, one that isn't recommended but is more tolerable than alternatives. His mug, some old, kitschy thing with a bat that was a gift from a friend years ago, shows its age in the fading color and the surface cracks that run along it.

Simply another storm to be weathered.

[roguesnezblog]

Catching up on Sicktember. This includes the prompts 1-6. I am going to use Judas, Ornel and Tordek and their relationship for the entirity of sicktember. I love these three. Prompt 1: "I'm not sick, i'm just hungover"

Prompt 2: Too much of a good thing.

Prompt 3: Campus/Con crud. (For this I guess Marketplace crud LOL)

Prompt 4: "Great. I got a cold for my birthday."

Prompt 5: Rogue Organ (Tonsillitis)

Prompt 6: Dizziness/Vertigo

[setsuuestsu]

Sicktember Day #3: Campus/Con Crud

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker: Jimin

Word Count: 243

“Joon hyung,” Jimin chastises. “I told you that the crab festival was a bad idea.”

Namjoon sniffles, both from the nasty cold he’s caught from said festival and from the false advertising of the festival. He had assumed it was a festival where all crab lovers would get together and raise funds for the protection of the crabs, not that it was a festival where all crab lovers would get together and eat crab.

“It was totally worth it.” he lamely insists, reaching past Jimin for the tissue box left on the coffee table. He blows his nose, frowning at how unhelpful it was, then slumps back onto the couch.

Thankfully, Jimin takes pity on him and wraps him in a throw blanket hanging off the back of the couch. It smells like Downy and cotton, and he can easily identify it as Jungkook’s. 

He leans into his elbow and lets out a coughing fit. 

“Jimin-ah,” he complains. “I can’t lay here any longer. I have schoolwork I could be doing.”

Jimin stares at him, unimpressed. “You’re not going to exercise that brain at all. Your

going to rest and recover, not … not … AGHHH! I can’t think of the word!”

Namjoon snorts, but it turns into a deep cough and then a sneeze or two. Maybe he shouldn’t have gone to that festival. Too many germs.

“Let me go get you some medicine.” Jimin insists. “You’re due for another dose soon.”

[tastydoge]

Last month, I participated in Sicktember!

I wrote 27 fanfictions total in the Don't Starve fandom. It took me about three months to write them all, and I'm still missing three days. It was really hard and time consuming, and I lost a lot of sleep for it, but it was fun.

I put them all into a series for ease of access, and here's a link to that:

Below the cut are links to all of the individual fics w/ their prompts & the involved characters. Hope you find something you like!

Day 1: “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa) - Woodlegs

Day 2: Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence - Webber & Wanda

Day 3: Campus/Con Crud - Wanda/Wickerbottom

Day 4: “Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” - Maxwell

Day 5: Rouge Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…) Alt 5: Doctor’s Note - Winona/Genny

Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo - Wheeler

Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie - Wilson/WX-78

Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!” - Wickerbottom & The Kids

Day 9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker - Wigfrid/Wes

Day 10: The Sniffles ™ - WX-78/Wilson

Day 11: Medieval Treatment - Wonkey

Day 12: “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung” - Wolfgang

Day 13: Mononucleosis Alt 4: Flushed Cheeks - Wormwood

Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas - Walter & Woodie

Day 15: "Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" - Warly & Woodie

Day 16: Toxin/Poison - Wilson/WX-78

Day 17: Brain Fog/Spaced Out - Wilba

Day 18: “My whole body is one big ache.” - Wendy & Maxwell

Day 19: Hypochondriac Tendencies - Wigfrd

Day 20: Medication Bribery - Wurt & WX-78

Day 21: Anaphylactic Response Alt. 3: First Aid Kit - Walani

Day 22: “You didn’t use my cup, did you?” - Reader & Maxwell

Day 23: Under a Spell - Wortox & Willow

Day 24: Tales From the Waiting Room - Woodie

Day 25: Summer Flu - Wendy & Wigfrid

Day 26: Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest Alt 1: Hospital Bed - Wagstaff & WX-78

Day 27: incomplete

Day 28: incomplete

Day 29: Sick on a Road Trip - Willow

Day 30: Past Prompt of Your Choice! - incomplete

[whumperwithwings]

Sicktember Day 3

Campus/Con Crud

Content: Horrible parent (I literally wrote this as protest because my mum wouldn't watch the Newsies proshot because she wanted to watch the Phillies game. They last won the world series in 2008. I don't see how the Phillies game is more exciting than the Newsies proshot.)

"So, Whumpee, how's college been?" Whumpee's parent asked, not taking their eyes off their phone.

"Hell." Whumpee said, sniffling. They walked over and sat down on the couch, burying their feverish, delirious face into their parents neck.

"That's great, Whumpee" Their parent said, not looking up. “Im glad you’re having such a good time at college.”

[the-au-collector]

Sicktember 2024 Recap

Sicktember is officially over! As stressful as it's been and despite using all my creative juices, I'm proud of what I've done! That said, I am planning on making a "Collector's Sicktember 2024 Redux" where I rewrite or extend certain fics (ones I’m definitely doing are marked with an asterisk*).

I'm making this recap mostly to keep an archive of all the prompts and their fics, but also for others to find later if they so want to.

Total Words: 59,581

Flushed Cheeks: Taking Care of A Legend

Hospital Bed: A Really, Really Poorly Timed Cold (Chapter 1)

Campus/Con Crud: Crud, We're Sick

"Great. I got a cold for my birthday": A Great Birthday

Rogue Organ: Ear Infection

Dizziness/Vertigo: Spinning

Borrowed Hoodie: A Really, Really Poorly Timed Cold (Chapter 2)

"The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!": What We Can (Chapter 1)

Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker: A Really, Really Poorly Timed Cold (Chapter 3)

The Sniffles: Totally Fine

Medieval Treatment: Maggots

"You're not fine, you're coughing up a lung": Sick Day (Chapter 1)

Mononucleosis: Karma (Chapter 1)

Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas: Stomach Flu

“Who decided _ was sick people food?”: Sick Day (Chapter 2)

Toxin/Poison: Sometimes It Takes Death To Make The Truth Come To Light *

Brain Fog/Spaced Out: Unreal

My Body Is One Big Ache: Warmth *

Hypochondriac Tendencies: Talking Through It

Medication Bribery: Bribes

Anaphylactic Response: Berry Cake

“You didn’t use my cup, did you?”: Karma (Chapter 2)

First-Aid Kit: What We Can (Chapter 2)

Tales from the Waiting Room: What We Can (Chapter 3)

Summer Flu: Lazy Day *

"I didn't mean to wake you up.": What We Can (Chapter 4)

This is non-negotiable: Negotiations

Pulling a Ferris Bueller: Freedom

Sick on a Roadtrip: Motel Room

Past Prompt of Choice (2023 Anxious Stomach): Poor Rabbit Heart, Please Slow Down (You're Okay)

(Series on AO3)

[rickybowensfever]

Dance the Sickness Away (Campus Crud) - Sicktember 2024: Day 3

Welcome to Sicktember 2024, Day 3: Campus/Con Crud!

You can find out more info @sicktember.

About this story: Days after "Dancing for A Cause", a charity event put on by Kylie and her sorority sisters, everyone starts to fall ill and Zach is first.

CW: very brief mention of childhood cancer since that's the cause they were raising money for

NOTE: I love all of my oc's equally but I can't help but have a strong connection to Zach and Kylie. I just *love* them. Short bio: College AU, Zach and Kylie are living with each other during their junior year of college at Lakewood University (All of my college oc’s go here!). Zach went to community college but transferred to Lakewood once he completed his associates degree. . Zach and Kylie started dating senior year of high school. The two have known each other since kindergarten. They're childhood friends to lovers. Now, they live in an off-campus apartment together. If you think they're as cute as I do, I have a couple of other fics with them. See this fic for their origin story & you can also search #zachandkylie on my Tumblr for more fics of them or any of my oc's. about my ocs! Zach Perez loves Spiderman and is a hopeless romantic. He studies computer science. He comes from a single mother, Angela who is an RN and he has an older sister, Emily who is 2-years older than him. She is a pediatrician. Kylie Daniels is a girls-girl, she loves event planning & is the Community Service chair of her sorority. Kylie studies Media & Communications. She is the eldest daughter. She has a younger brother, Blake who is a trans boy. He is a year younger and on the road touring with his band.

(SET DURING MID-OCTOBER 2024) 

Zach felt like he was hit by a truck. 

It had been three days since he pulled an all-nighter for Kylie’s 24-hour dance-a-thon for charity. Kylie had been planning the charity event for months with her sorority sisters. Like many other universities that held these types of events, Dancing for a Cause helped to spread awareness about childhood cancer and raise money for the charity they collectively chose. Plus it was also a great way to bond with other students on campus. For twenty-four-hours, they raised money for every hour that each participant danced. 

Thus, Zach’s sleep schedule was totally off. But now, it felt like it was finally coming back to normal. However, when he woke up that morning, something felt off. Of course, the morning after the dance-a-thon where they both slept for over 7 hours, his body was sore, and his muscles ached; that was normal after dancing for a long period of time. 

But this time felt different. Aside from the body aches, his head pounded, his throat felt like he had swallowed shards of glass, and chills coursed through his body, making it impossible to move from his bed. Plus, he had been coughing all night, sporadically which definitely didn’t help with his throat pain. He slowly patted the mattress to find his phone. He grabbed the cold phone from beside his pillow, lying on the white sheets on the bed. He used his thumb to unlock the phone and spoke for the first time that morning. 

“Siri, can you text Kylie and tell her I’m sick?” he croaked, wincing at the pain in his throat as he spoke. 

Certainly. To Kylie (heart emoji), “I’m sick” Send it? 

In the midst of a coughing fit, Zach croaked out a weak yes as he curled up under a mountain of covers hoping that would ease the chills. 

Sent. 

Moments later, Kylie was hovering over their bed and pulling the blankets off of her boyfriend who groaned in response. She frowned as she got close enough to see his condition. Glassy eyes, pink cheeks, and a pale complexion. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to feel his warm forehead.  “Awe, you poor thing. You were coughing all night. Everyone’s been texting me saying they’re sick too. I asked Krista to send me the symptoms she and Natalie are having too” she said, running a hand through his matted dark brown hair. 

“I feel so sick” he croaked, holding his throat as if that would ease the pain and pulled the comforter up to his chin as his teeth chattered and a train of coughs followed. 

Kylie grimaced as she heard the painful coughs escape his lungs, “You’ve been out for a while. It’s already noon” she told him. Despite being in college, Zach was usually awake before 11am on his good days. Thus, her boyfriend looked at her with pure shock on his face as if she were pranking him. She chuckled and showed him her phone’s lockscreen with an image of them hugging with Zach kissing her on the cheek at a college football game. Her phone’s time read 12:15 PM. 

Zach blinked at her. His energy was on E. She smiled softly as she revealed two pink tablets of pain reliever showing them off in her palm like a hand model. Zach cracked a half smile and slowly picked his body up. Kylie turned toward his night stand and grabbed his reusable water bottle, as she shook it she made a mental note to refill it on her way out.  There was enough to suffice for now. 

“Take these. It’ll help the little fever you’re running and relieve some discomfort for a bit” she said with a smile, passing the water bottle off to him and holding her palm open toward him. Zach slightly nodded and grabbed the two items from her, taking the medicine and chasing them down with the cold water. He winced as he swallowed, the pain in his throat making him clench his fist in pain. 

Kylie pulled out her phone, her face lit up as it dinged. She tapped the phone’s screen and read her newest text message. Zach groaned as every little sound started to bother him and melted back under the covers, pulling them up to his chin. 

She recited the text listing off the symptoms the rest of the group were experiencing: runny/stuffy nose, low-grade fever, chills, cough, headache, sore throat, fatigue. Zach gave a short nod if he was experiencing the same. He happened to check off half of the list. 

Kylie kept her phone in her hand and looked down, swiping until she landed on the DoorDash app. “Alright, I’m going to order some things on DoorDash so we’re prepared. I’m sure to catch  it soon. So I’d rather be safe and quarantine for a few days. Thank goodness for Fall Break,” she said as she tapped the screen, adding things to her cart. 

As Zach dozed off to sleep, Kylie  quietly tip-toed out of the room and closed over the door waiting for the notification that her order had been delivered. 

### 

Zach woke up in a daze to a cold hand gently shaking him. “Hey babe, you’ve been out for a while. Why don’t we get some medicine in you?” she said, holding a bottle of cough medicine in her hand. 

He groaned, attempting to pull himself up with any ounce of energy he had. Kylie set the cough medicine on the nightstand and grabbed the warm pillows her boyfriend had been sleeping on, fluffing them up. She placed the two pillows by the headboard and put a hand around his waist helping him sit up, her cold hand touched against his warm skin. 

Kylie smiled softly at the boy; his hair messy and his cheeks bright pink, lips chapped. Kylie leaned over the nightstand filled with supplies: tissues, digital thermometer, a bottle of red sports drink and a bottle of cough medicine with a small plastic medicine cup beside it. She twisted the lid to the bottle and poured the required dosage of purple liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to her boyfriend. 

Zach took the medicine cup from her hand and drank, wincing at the awful taste. Kylie frowned, holding in a laugh. “I’m not trying to poison you. I swear this will make you feel so much better” she explained. Her boyfriend looked at her giving a glare then a thin-lipped smile to show he was joking. 

With his right hand, he signed “thank you.” His hand near his lips, he moved his hand forward and slightly down toward her direction, giving a thin-lipped smile. 

“You’re welcome” she whispered, grabbing the red sports drink from the table and passing it off to him. “Want to watch a movie or something?” she asked, turning her head toward the flat screen TV on top of the TV stand in their room.  

Zach took a long sip of the drink before responding with a nod. “Sounds good! Be right back” she said, jogging out of the room. Zach was starting to feel slightly better even if it did still feel like complete garbage. He grabbed the TV remote from the night stand on his side, leaning his body slightly to grab it as it sat next to the lamp in the center of the table. He pointed the black remote at the TV and selected Hulu, starting up Freaky Friday with Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsay Lohan. 

Kylie quickly returned with a mug of chicken noodle soup, her reusable water bottle, and a pack of saltines. Zach turned to look at her and smiled as he melted into the covers. Kylie set everything on the nightstand next to her side of the bed (on the right) and joined him. 

Zach lay his head on her shoulder as the movie played. 

[sicktember]

question what does campus/con crud mean😞😞 i can’t find anything on google tyty <33

Con (Convention) Crud and Campus Crub are slang terms referring to the illness you tend to gain after being around so many people for a few days. Typically, it's a cold/flu-type situation. Lots of sneezing, coughing, and icky stuff like that.

There will be more information about this prompt and a few others in the next few days as we put together a resource list!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

soften every edge

by skarmoree After a gala, seemingly the entire family comes down with an illness. Alfred refuses to let them waste away in bed. Sicktember 2024 day 1 - "I'm not hungover, I'm just sick AND day 3 - campus/con crud Words: 3430, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of skarmoree's sicktember 2024 Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Batfamily Members & Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Sicktember 2024, Sickfic, Batfamily (DCU), campus/con crud, POV Alfred Pennyworth, POV Alternating, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Fluff via https://ift.tt/R7VndbK

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember 2024 Masterlist

Updating daily, but I've filled in previews for Day 1-5, as well as groups for a few more days!

ATEEZ - BTS - EXO -Seventeen - SHINee

“I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” - D.O. (stomach bug)

Too Much of a Good Thing - S.Coups, Joshua (cold)

Campus/Con Crud - Seonghwa (cold)

“Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” - Minho, Onew (cold)

Rogue Organ - DK (tonsilitis)

Dizziness/Vertigo - J-Hope (exhaustion)

Borrowed Hoodie - EXO (flu)

ALT - Hospital - Taemin (exhaustion)

Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker - Dino (fever)

The Sniffles ™ - Hongjoong (cold)

ALT - “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” - Vernon, Joshua, Dino~ (flu, both varieties)

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up”- Yunho (stomach bug)

Mononucleosis - Wooyoung, Yeosang (mono)

Claean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas - Xiumin (flu)

"Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" - Mingyu (cold)

Toxin/Poison - Taehyung (fever)

Brain Fog/Spaced Out - Woozi

“My body is one big ache” - Seungkwan (flu)

ALT - First Aid Kit - Wonwoo (cold)

Medication Bribery - Yeosang (flu)

ALT - Flushed Cheeks - Key (fever)

“You didn’t use my cup, did you?” - Woozi, Jun, Mingyu (strep throat)

Under a Spell - Jun (cold)

Tales From the Waiting Room - Yeosang, Mingi (flu)

Summer Flu - Dino (flu)

ALT - Doctor's Note - Taehyung (lost voice)

“This is non-negotiable" - Suho (general illness)

Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’ - Taemin, Jonghyun, Onew (flu)

29. Sick on a Road Trip - Jeonghan

30. Past Prompt of Your Choice! - Joshua (cold) Jun (injury) DK (voice loss)

[aswallowssong]

Here's my masterlist of the prompts for this year (maybe this time I'll finish them all!)

“I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vice versa)

Too much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence

Campus/Con Crud

“Great. I got a cold for my birthday.”

“I didn’t mean to wake you up”

Dizziness/Vertigo

Borrowed Hoodie

“The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!”

Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker

The Sniffles™

Medieval Treatment

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”

Doctor’s Note

Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

“Who decided ______ is ‘sick people food?’”

Toxin/Poison

Brain Fog/Spaced Out

“My body is one big ache”

Hypochondriac Tendencies

Medication Bribery

Anaphylactic Response

“You didn’t use my cup, did you?”

Under a Spell

Tales from the Waiting Room

Summer Flu

Flushed Cheeks

“This is non-negotiable”

Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’

Sick on a road trip

Hospital Bed

Some of these are the alternates, because there are things I don't always feel comfortable writing about (or a desire to, tbh.)

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

Fever Just Around the Bend by happyaspie

No Archive Warnings Apply | Rated G | Word Count 3,142 | Sick Peter Parker, Road Trips, Slice of Life

Summary: Peter and Tony are on their way home from a Science Conference and Expo. It’s late. Peter wakes requesting a stop. It’s clear he’s not feeling well, even if he tries to brush it off as nothing. Still, Tony worries.

“You might have a fever, Bud.”

Sicktember 2024 Prompts:

3 Campus/Con Crud

17 Brain Fog/ Spaced Out

25 Summer Flu

29 Sick on a Road Trip

Alt 3 First Aid Kit

[caspersickfanfics]

Sicktember Prompt List 2024

If there are specific prompts you'd like to see, please request! Adding some additional information about what you'd like the fic to look like is encouraged but not required.

[OPEN]: These are prompts that I like, or I feel would fit particularly well with characters I write for. Please feel free to request!

[SKIP]: These are prompts that don't particularly draw me to them, or may push me out of my comfort zone in some way. If there are any that you'd really like to see, feel free to request, but for these prompts some additional information about what you're looking for (the fic scenario) is required. I may be more likely to refuse asks for these prompts.

[IN PROGRESS]: I already have plans for these. Feel free to request, but I will be more likely to reject asks for these prompts unless I really like the idea. However, if I can reallocate overlap fics to other prompts, I will try to!

[SKIP]: I will not be writing for these prompts under any circumstance due to personal reasons. I (of course) have no issues with others writing for these prompts, they simply are not my cup of tea. Please do not request them from me!

Priority will be given to my favorite characters within my preferred fandoms. Check out my Rules page for more about that.

Daily Prompts

1. “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa) [OPEN]

2. Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence [SKIP]

3. Campus/Con Crud [SKIP]

4. “Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” [SKIP]

5. Rogue Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…) [SKIP]

6. Dizziness/Vertigo [IN PROGRESS | Sick Cyno]

7. Borrowed Hoodie [IN PROGRESS | Sick Lu Guang]

8. “The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!” [OPEN]

9. Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker [SKIP]

10. The Sniffles ™ [SKIP]

11. Medieval Treatment [SKIP]

12. “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung” [IN PROGRESS | Sick Tighnari]

13. Mononucleosis [SKIP]

14. Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas [OPEN]

15. "Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" [SKIP]

16. Toxin/Poison [IN PROGRESS | Sick Ito]

17. Brain Fog/Spaced Out [IN PROGRESS | Sick Cyno]

18. “My body is one big ache” [OPEN]

19. Hypochondriac Tendencies [SKIP]

20. Medication Bribery [SKIP]

21. Anaphylactic Response [SKIP]

22. “You didn’t use my cup, did you?” [SKIP]

23. Under a Spell [SKIP]

24. Tales From the Waiting Room [SKIP]

25. Summer Flu [OPEN]

26. Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest [SKIP]

27. “This is non-negotiable" [OPEN]

28. Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’ [SKIP]

29. Sick on a Road Trip [OPEN]

30. Past Prompt of Your Choice! [IN PROGRESS]

Alternative Prompts

Hospital Bed [SKIP]

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.” [OPEN]

First Aid Kit [SKIP]

Flushed Cheeks [IN PROGRESS | Sick Tighnari]

Doctor's Note [SKIP]