#i’m gonna take my meds and be FINEEEEE

[okthatsgreat]

sorry for all the uni posts i feel that if i talk about it enough on here i can scare myself out of immediately dropping out

[biillys]

But like broke ribs and a chest cold at the same time would be so painful 😢

it would literally be the most painful :’( 

like. billy would probably be one of those kids that just didn’t get sick, was always running around and on the go. it’s literally like his body just didn’t have time to be under the weather. 

but then they move to fuck all indiana, and its cold as shit, and like. he does his best to keep busy and stay out of the house, always moving, keeping warm, but there’s absolutely nothing to do. pools closed for the winter, he’s picked up a job doing handyman miscellaneous shit for locals and neighbours, but half the town hates him on principle for being the punk with a led foot and the too loud music, so he’s not exactly booked with jobs. 

so before he realises, he’s coming down with the common cold, and he’s fucking miserable. he goes between being Mr. I Am Definitely Dying Due To The Man Flu and Mr. I’ve Never Been Sick Before In My Life And I’m Not Starting To Get Sick Now. max is looking for any opening to just knock him out with cold medicine without him knowing since he claims he’d rather die than be drugged up.

but he’s handling it well! he’s dealing with this whole not-being-sick thing fineeeee!!! he’s also kinda dealing with the fallout of being home late last week; which wasn’t so much as him being late, more neil changing the time of curfew as he walked in the door, but billy still payed for that one. made worse by the fact that he also got suspended from the basketball team and a weeks worth of detentions for some shit tommy pulled just before that. as well as the fact that mr. jackson complained to his dad that billy didn’t fix his kitchen sink properly, but instead apparently made it worse. all up, he’s lowkey pretty sure his ribs are bruised. maybe fractured. slight possibility that they could be broken. billy’s in fucking denial about that though. 

but he’s dealing with everything like a champ!!! totally handling it!! so of course, his cold goes from a head cold to a chest cold, and he’s coughing up his lungs every two minutes. and like, smoking definitely isn’t helping, but he’s trying to cut back. so. also his ribs are just fucking aching, but he point blank refuses to go the the hospital or go see a doctor, so he’s just doing everything he can do to get through the fucking day. but he’s handling it!

until he’s not, cos basketball practice is back, suspension finished, and he just. fucking can’t. cant run laps, can’t do jumps with his arms above his head, can’t handle the noise of a bunch of obnoxious teenagers and a whistle happy coach running and shouting and cheering. he tries!! real hard!! to just grin and bear it, but he’s lagging, looks like absolute shit, and coach catches just a glimpse at his side when he tries to make a hoop and. well. coach hasn’t stopped a game so fast in fucking years. 

so after a little bit of arguing, billy’s sitting in with the school nurse, getting told more or less that he needs to go to an actual hospital. that he could be proper injured, could be seriously hurt. and he’s hearing what they’re saying, he really is, but like fuck is gonna be able to pay the medical bills for this shit. they’d probably wanna take x-rays, make him buy his own meds? no fucking way.

after nodding his head along to everything they’re saying, and walking out without planning on doing a single thing they said, boy struggles through the next few weeks. coach lets him stay benched until billy gives him the go-ahead that he feels ready to be back in the game. he does his best to stay off neil’s radar, even makes a deal with max that he’ll chauffeur her and her friends around where ever they wanna go if she does some of his chores. heals slowly but surely.

all in all, billy decides he fucking hates winter. hates the cold weather. never wants to deal with being sick again. promises himself that by the time next winter comes around, he’ll be back in california, never again having to deal with fucking snow.