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equestrianwritingsstuff · 3 years ago

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Oh damn. Your drabble "Drowning" has given me IDEAS....

I can just see hero managing to stop villain from killing Supervillain, but Supervillain still being injured/ getting pneumonia from the water in his lungs... and how awkward it would be for hero to take care of someone who'd just tried to drown her.

This idea is fantastic! I hope that this was an ask to do it. If not, I apologize, but this was just such a great idea!

May get a little sad at the end (spoiler alert)

Drowning Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: concussion, CPR, death/killing mentions, descriptions of how someone was going to kill another (never acted upon), classic sick and delirious whumpee, sedatives mention, descriptions of medical setting and practices, mentions of loved ones death, pills (tylenol), hallucinations

Villain grabbed the knife, his fingers clutching the hilt until they glowed white. Supervillain was breathing heavily, yet he was still unconscious- lips parted and blue.

Hero also moved forward, her legs tensed and ready to pounce. The scene registered in her mind very quickly. The knife, the villain, and the heaving supervillain... blood and then the inevitable stop of breath.

It didn't have to be inevitable.

Hero rushed forward, grabbing a metal rod, and landed the blow directly to Villain's temple. He faltered, letting go of the knife and collapsing into Hero's awaiting arms.

"M Hhh," he breathed, bleeding head lolling in the crease of Hero's elbow. His eyes shifted from focused to unfocused in a matter of seconds, only to fluctuate back. Here flipped out her phone and called her medic.

"Hero! You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Get to Supervillain's base. It's empty. Villain has a bad concussion, he's not entirely lucid right now..."

"Oh uh, um... I'm on my way." The line clicked.

Hero laid Villain against the wall, cupping his heavy head for a moment before tending to the unmoving supervillain. He wasn't breathing.

Hero quickly felt for a pulse and upon finding a soft thump-thump, she tilted his head to the side. Water immediately gushed out of his nose and mouth. He sputtered a little bit, but never woke.

Hero pressed her lips against Supervillain's after rolling his head back to the center. She breathed into his mouth four times, checked to see if he began to breathe. No.

She continued this. Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, check... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, check... until the supervillain gasped for breath, choking and coughing out water and mucus.

Supervillain jerked himself forward, glancing at Hero to Villain and then back at Hero.

"H-" another coughing fit with more water. He started to gag, dry-heaving until tears spiked his eyes and nausea rose in his throat. When he was done, he scrambled to his feet and tumbled towards the open door to his base.

Hero returned to Villain's side and scooped her friend up. Medic wasn't there, so she decided to take him herself. Caressing his head, gently, she followed Supervillain outside and to her base.

The next day, Hero was walking along a sidewalk on her way home from visiting Villain in the hospital. It was a nice day, a great change from her near-death experience with Supervillain the day prior... Hero shuddered, trying not to think of the agonizingly cold water, the darkness lapping at her vision, knocking Villain out... the whole ordeal.

Knocking Villain out... Hero replayed the conversation she just had with her very ungrateful ex-frenenemy (apparently?). The half-dazed cusses and just plain rudeness from the bedridden patient were more than enough to make her feel annoyed. She saved Villain from committing an act that would have surely land him in jail- if not a mental facility. Especially the way the concussed villain talked about killing Supervillain. Apparently, Villain was going to slowly kill him with the knife, decorating major body parts with cuts and blood.

Hero sighed. That sadistic little turd that couldn't just walk away-

A groan.

Hero looked up to find herself walking in front of an alleyway. It was dark, if that's not a little too cliche, and eerily quite. Not even a stray cat knocked over a garbage can like in every classical alleyway scene.

Hero entered the alley stealthily, opening her holster and lying her hand over her gun. She looked behind every dumpster and every cardboard box. Finding nothing, she proceeded to leave, but two hands grabbed her mouth and throat.

Being yanked backwards sent a spark of adrenaline through Hero's veins. She turned and thrashed, but her attacker was unrelenting.

"Let me go!" Hero yelled when a large hand slipped away from her mouth. The other hand went away too. Pulling her gun out, Hero spun around, only to have a fist meet her face.

The impact startled her, but not as much as the body leaning heavily against her's.

The body heaved and gasped, heat radiating off its skin. Hero looked down and took in the features. She couldn't see a face, but it was obviously a guy. Hero dragged the man over to the only bare spot against the brick wall and leaned him aaginst it. She began to step away, only to realize that his head was resting against her shoulder.

"Hey," Hero mumured and grabbed the man's cheeks, holding him up, examining his face...

Hero nearly dropped the pale face.

It was Supervillain.

Also known as the man who tried to kill her.

Hero, for a brief second of primitive logic, contemplated leaving the feverish man to deal with himself. But guilt, and maybe a twinge of annoyance, drove her the complete opposite direction.

After all, she didn't just save him and give Villain a concussion only for him to die, right?

Yet as she scooped her attacker up, two portions of her brain- her sensible part and her empathetic part- played tug-of-war with each other. Drop him, bring him home, drop him, bring him home...

Of course the empathetic clump of cells won and she bridal-carried the shivering supervillain to her apartment.

She set Supervillain on her beige couch with a blanket strewn over his lap. He just had a cold right? She brought him some tylenol and a glass of water.

"Hey," she said softly, almost a whisper. Supervillain seemed so disconnected that she was afraid that she would startle him. His eyes were glassy and had an abnormal, faraway look.

Supervillain didn't reply, or look at Hero. His gaze was fixated on a corner of the living room.

Then, like a bomb suddenly going off, he started to cough.

He coughed until blood, water and mucus gushed from his mouth. He hacked it up like a waterfall. Hero stood up, linked her hands under his shoulders and hauled him into a better sitting position.

He coughed until he was sobbing, screaming. He fell back against the cushions, sputtering and crying, with tears streaming down his face. Each breath seemed to be a workout- shaky and shallow. He never made eye contact with Hero. Just stared ahead, coughing and crying.

"Are you okay?" Hero asked, loudly, but she still doubted the sick supervillain heard her. She placed a hand against his back, rubbing circles. It was just a cold- she was certain.

But he was so hot.

So unnaturally hot.

Hero frowned and went to grab a thermometer. She placed it against Supervillain's lips, but he didn't open them.

"Come on now," she coaxed gingerly and rubbed his flushed cheeks. She sighed. She didn't even need to know the temperature to know that the sick man infront of her had a fever.

Supervillain parted his mouth open and allowed the pointed metal edge to find a home under his tongue. He tried to move it around, but his resolve was too weak. Hero held it there until it beeped. 102.9

102.9 degrees fahrenheit. Nearly 103 degrees...

"Oh gosh," Hero exclaimed and dumped a couple tablets out of the tylenol bottle. She coaxed them onto Supervillain's bacteria-lidden tongue and pressed the glass of water against his bottom lip.

"Drink," she whispered. Supervillain obeyed and took a sip just big enough to force the pills down.

"Good job," she praised and lowered Supervillain down. Only for him to start coughing again.

"Take it easy, honey," she murmured. Honey? Where did that come from? Come on Hero, she scolded herself. The guy just tried to drown you the other day; you don't have to make this even more awkward or embarrassing.

Supervillain leaned into her. His firey body nearly made Hero begin to sweat. His eyelids drooped, breaths slowed, and soon he was alseep in her arms.

Hero knelt there by the armrest, alone with her intense thoughts. She rubbed his moist hair, allowing her nails to scratch at his scalp. Even alseep, she hoped it gave some comfort.

Not that he exactly deserved comfort. Villain was in a hospital bed, sleeping off sedatives and painkillers greedily and dealing with a major concussion. She thought of the grim night the doctors and her shared. Restraining a delirious villain, the MRI, all the tests... and then finally given the clear to inject a moderate sedative dose to help him sleep.

But Hero still gave the undeserved comfort. Maybe she was too empathetic, too caring and generous for her own good, but that matter could be taken care of another day.

Supervillain awoke a few hours later to Hero'd strawberry smelling hair resting against the top of his head. Her arms dangled across his chest as if she was giving him a hug from behind. She fell alseep mid-hug.

Of course, the supervillain did not register this interaction as that. He imagined it more as encompassing tendrils of ivy tying him down to a foreign object. He squirmed, trying to break free of Mother Nature's restraints, but he was too sick, too weak, and too helpless to do much more than move around.

Hero then woke up also, pulling her arms- the so-called vines- off the terrified supervillain's body.

"Good morning," she yawned and pressed a hand against her ward's forehead. Supervillain didn't seem to know what to do. He wavered between pushing forward into the hand- or the frustratingly threatening boulder to him- or pulling away. He chose the later, jerking away only to send a rush of mind reeling dizziness through his head.

He swayed, or he thought he did for he was still lying against the couch as if a magnetic force attached him to it. Reaching out weakly to grab Hero's hands, he closed his eyes.

"You are so sick," Hero cooed, her voice a mixture of both anxiety and tranquility. Supervillain gripped her tighter and tried to pull himself up to her.

"Shh, shh," Hero whispered. "Sleep."

Supervillain seemed like he nodded. Or was it due to him loosening up as he fell asleep again? Hero didn't know, nor cared.

She stood up and laid a blanket over Supervillain before heading into the kitchen to make a bland chicken soup and a small bowl of rice.

After the meal was done, about thirty minutes later, Hero returned to Supervillain on the couch with a portable plastic table and the food. She propped the still sleeping man into a sitting position before awakening him.

Supervillain blearily opened his eyes, blinked, and settled his gaze on Hero's eyes. He twitched his head upwards, but that was all. Hero didn't even think he noticed the steaming food on the table beside him.

"Want to eat?" She asked, more to herself than anyone. Supervillain looked at her with those wide, brown eyes like he did right before he attempted to drown her.

"Mnh," Supervillain groaned. "M chest hurts."

"Your chest hurts?"

"Mhm."

Hero tentatively lifted his shirt, but the feverish man didn't seem to care, or realize the possible intimate gesture.

"Let's take this off, shall we?"

Supervillain nodded, which made Hero nervous. Why was he being so compliant?

Nevertheless, she striped his shirt off and examined his ribcage. She had him take a couple deep breaths, but the movement seemed to exhaust him further. His ribs seemed a bit swollen, but nothing was broken.

Then a horrid realization dawned on her.

He had pneumonia. Most likely due to the water still festering in his lungs.

"Ooookay," Hero breathed. She would deal with that later, maybe call Medic- no, no one could know that she was housing the Man of Terrors- but first she had to get some food into Supervillain's stomach.

So she spooned, mouthful by mouthful into Supervillain's parched mouth slowly. She cleaned any broth dripping down his chin with a washcloth.

After he finished eating, Supervillain was so exhausted that he nearly fell alseep with his neck bent awkwardly. Hero readjusted him to a laying position, but elevated him slightly to ease his ragged breathing.

Pneumonia.

That would explain the harsh breathing and the daunting fever. Gosh, was he sick and so sudden too. Hero sat next to Supervillain, rubbing his hair back from his sweaty forehead like a caretaker.

Even though it was awkward, given the circumstances and past events, Hero stayed with him all night. Easing his pain, feeding him small bits of rice and soup, taking off blankets and putting them back on, wet washcloths and fans. Sometimes she would doze off on his chest, but never for long.

Whatever connection and trust built up between the two that night was unbelievable. Extraordinary, even. But still, nothing, not even with the newfound relationship, prepared Hero for the one simple and innocent yet insanely heartbreaking word that sickly Supervillain uttered.

"Mother?" He squeaked, looking up at Hero with eyes so full of love and relief that they looked about to burst. Hero felt her heart break, shattered to a million pieces as her guest extended his hand to her face.

"Am I in heaven?" He asked in such a childish manner. He looked around, but frowned at his surroundings. "Mother? You're dead right? Am I dead too?" The previous chirpy voice lowered to Supervillain's desolate montone.

Hero didn't know what to say, for Supervillain gazed at her with all the intent he could physically muster.

She could give into the hallucination and play along, but guilt would eat her alive. But, she thought it rude to just blatantly say, "No. You're mother is dead. It's me, Hero."

Supervillain whimpered, chin trembling as he began to cry. Hero winced, but then realized:

She said those words outloud and now she had a grieving, delirious, and sick supervillain to tend to. Great, just great.

#villain whumpee #supervillain whumpee #hero caretaker #tw death mention #sick whumpee #pneumonia #writing #heros and villains #feverish whumpee #feverish villain #hero x supervillain #maybe?#delirious whumpee

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wreathedinscales · 3 years ago

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No plot just fluff

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Din wakes and knows he’s slept too long. He sits up—

“Patu.”

—lies back down.

“Uh-huh.”

Cobb’s grinning from the doorway, arms crossed. “I knew that’d get you to stay.”

“What do you mean?” Din winces at his voice. Why does his throat hurt?

“You don’t remember, do you?”

That doesn’t sound good. “What happened?”

Cobb holds up a hand. “Nothin’ bad, I swear. Well, it’s bad for you, ‘cause you have a fever and you kept getting up.”

Din…doesn’t remember that, no.

Cobb’s arms drop as he steps into the room. “It was kinda funny, much as it worried me and the little guy. I tried burying you in blankets, closing the door. Even took a nap with you, and you know how bad I am at those.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “But no. You’d stumble your way to the kitchen and try to make yourself a caf.”

He pats Grogu’s head, earning a burble. “Shoulda tried this first.”

Din sighs. “I’m fine.”

“You puked your guts out and collapsed.”

“It’s nothing.”

Cobb looks at Grogu. “He always like this?”

“Buh,” Grogu replies. For some reason, Din feels a little betrayed.

“Thought so,” Cobb says. “But you seem a bit more awake this time, so I’ll try reasoning with you.” He pats Din’s thigh through the sheets. “Stay down, wait ‘til I get you soup.”

“That sounds more like an order,” Din says.

“A reasonable one.”

Din tries to move again. Grogu whines.

“Yeah, you stay right there,” Cobb says, standing, “Give him a hard time with those big eyes.” He points to Din. “Stay down.”

Din is left to stare at the ceiling. He hears one of Cobb’s two pots clang its way out of the cabinet and sighs again. It turns into a painful cough.

“Mm?”

“I really am fine,” Din rasps, “Just a head cold.”

Grogu’s eyes narrow. He must’ve got it from Fennec. Fennec, and Boba—they’re expecting him today. Want his eyes on a hunt for a Twi’lek who skipped out on a debt. A big debt.

“Let me up.”

Grogu pats his chest.

“Come on, kid.”

Cobb peeks in with a smirk. “Not gonna happen, pretty.”

“How did you get him to do this?”

“Didn’t get him to do anything. This was his idea. Just got you back to bed and he patted the side until I lifted him up.”

“He’s probably hungry then.”

“I fed him already. Y’know, after you fell into my arms with a 103 fever.”

Din tries to glare. By the fondness in Cobb’s face, he’s failed. The great Mandalorian, downed by a child and a stuffy head.

“Bucket’s by the bed.” And Cobb’s gone again.

Din stares at Grogu this time. They sit there in silence, listening to Cobb’s occasional whistling and chopping. Din wonders where he got the ingredients for whatever soup he’s making. If it’s Mos Eisley, Boba and Fennec will have been looking for him for a while.

No. If it’d been Mos Eisley Cobb went to, they’ll have found him by now.

“Cobb.”

“Yeah?”

“Fett and—”

“Oh, right! They commed earlier. Wished you well. Fennec even came by with stuff for the soup.”

That’s somehow even worse.

“Don’t worry. She didn’t see your face or nothin’. And she didn’t laugh at you either.”

Din doubts that.

Cobb peeks in with narrowed eyes. Oh, maybe that’s where Grogu got it. “I’m serious.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t.”

“I’ve hung out with you in the helmet too long, Djarin. I can feel you doubting me.”

“Don’t doubt you.”

“Fennec, then.”

Grogu, whose head has been turning back and forth between them, settles on Din to give another pat, this time on his face. It takes a few before Din relents.

Cobb heads over to peck his forehead. “She’s your friend, Din. One of these days, you’ll accept that friends care about you.”

Din coughs.

“I know, honey. Lemme get you tea. Nothin’ special out here, but it’ll be good on your throat.”

Din grabs his hand before he leaves. Cobb tilts his head.

“…thank you.”

Cobb smiles. “Always.”

Grogu throws his hands up with a loud “Ah!”

Din wakes and knows he’s slept too—

“Boo.”

Oh. Right.

The soup had been good. Cobb’d been right about the tea not being special, but Din’s hardly a connoisseur. If anything, he would’ve probably been uncomfortable if it was a fancier type.

“You said it, kid.”

Din’s head rolls to his left. Cobb’s reading a book he kept saying he’d get to for months. He looks up to smile at Din.

“He’s a smart one,” he says.

“Has he gotten up at all?”

Din is rewarded with a grumpier “Boo.”

Cobb laughs. “A bit. He’s attached to your hip. Er, belly.”

Din rubs Grogu’s back, surprised and ashamed at how weak he feels. Grogu’s smile helps.

“You won’t get sick?”

Cobb waves a hand. “Even if you were contagious, I’d’ve felt it by now.” He sets the book aside and adjusts until he’s pressed to Din’s side. “Just relax and get well. You’re the only one who’s not fine here.”

It’s something Cobb’s been telling Din more often than Din’d like—which might be because he needs to hear it. It’s made him realize that some of his everyday habits might not be healthy. Like going without food so Grogu eats, or pushing himself to stay awake, or not asking for basic human contact now that he can have it.

Maybe he should’ve seen this illness coming.

Cobb pulls his head under his chin. Din feels his breath brush against his hair, followed by a kiss. It can’t be comfortable. Din’s not sure how long it’s been, but he knows he’s stinking with old and new sweat. Then again, Cobb’s a Tatooine boy; he’s probably noseblind by now.

“This wasn’t enough to keep me still?” Din murmurs.

Cobb snorts. “I should’ve filmed you, honestly. Or sat on yah.”

“I prefer the kid.”

“Thought so.”

Soon enough, Din finds himself dozing lightly, Cobb’s heartbeat comfortably resting against his ear. They found out together that he’s almost guaranteed to sleep if Cobb combs fingers through his hair.

Grogu makes some grunting noises, and the lump on Din’s stomach wiggles up, up, up. Cobb chuckles as the kid tries to duck under his arm.

“C’mon,” he says. Din feels the vibrations more than the words. “Room for one more.”

Grogu tucks between them. Din lugs himself onto his side for a better fit, since Grogu seems to prefer hugging him. He ends up with ears brushing under his chin and Cobb’s beard scratching his forehead.

“There now,” Cobb murmurs, resuming his work on Din’s hair, “Perfect.”

Yes. Yes, it is.

Aside from the damn cough.

#dincobb #the mandalorian #ecriture

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littleoddwriter · 4 years ago

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Sick | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

"Hi, this is my first time doing a request from u soo ya. Could u please do number 15 (person A is sick and person B takes care of person A) for victor and roman?" @dragon1d

summary; Zsasz is sick and Roman is worried, although he tries to keep his cool, and takes care of him.

notes; Depictions of sickness (nothing graphic, though, but. Duh); Taking care of an ill person; Domestic Fluff in a way; SickFic; Roman is really trying y’all; Collapsing (because Victor is dumb).

While they were eating breakfast, Zsasz was awfully quiet. He also looked a little off-colour, Roman had to admit. And he often cleared his throat, winced, and then snuffed. Ew. It made him suspicious. Victor never gets sick. So, that couldn't be it. Right? "You're so fucking quiet. Do you not have anything worth saying about business, or anything else to update me on?" Victor just shook his head. "Ugh, whatever," Roman muttered and continued to eat his breakfast. They had a full schedule that day, so if Victor really was sick, it would be fatal. Instead of asking, he just ignored it and hoped that maybe he was just unusually groggy.

Of course, much later that day in the late afternoon, they were just in the middle of a business meeting, when suddenly Zsasz fucking collapsed. One second he was alert as always and the next he couldn't keep his eyes open and was on the floor. It was outrageous! Roman quickly wrapped up the meeting then and made everyone leave. "Fuck's sake, Zsasz!", Roman muttered under his breath, as he crouched down to look at Victor, who was still lying on the floor, out cold. He pressed two of his fingers against Victor's pulse point on his neck, just to check, and was relieved to find it still beating, rapidly even. Not entirely sure on how to proceed, Roman was debating if he should carry Zsasz, or if he should just drag him upstairs. He found that dragging him like he was some heavy sack instead of a human being wasn't appropriate, not for him, not for his loyal lapdog. Sighing, Roman straightened back up and then bent his knees to pick Victor up bridal style. Never in his life had he thought he would be doing this; especially not with Zsasz, but here they fucking were. And fuck, Victor was heavy! Roman struggled to stay upright, while he carried him upstairs to their loft. "Couldn't have fucking told me you were fucking sick, could you? Fucking prick," Roman huffed all the while. Upstairs, he laid Victor down on their bed and undressed him, down to his underwear. Ew, he was so sweaty. Roman had already noticed that he was unusually warm, while he was carrying him. Did he have a fever? Probably. He shouldn't leave him in just his underwear then. The problem was that Victor didn't own any sleep clothes. He always slept either completely naked or just in his briefs. Standing over him like that, he noticed that Victor had started shivering while he was thinking. Great. Roman had to admit that he was overwhelmed by this situation. Usually he was the one who came down with something, and then Victor would take care of him and call the doctor if it got really bad. He knew that even if Zsasz was short of dying, he couldn't call the doctor for him because he absolutely fucking hated that; and Roman respected that. He decided to take care of the most urgent matter at hand, which was Victor's shivering. Roman turned around and went to his walk-in closet. There he pulled out one of his many silk pyjamas. He went back to the bed and made quick work of dressing Zsasz in his pyjama. It was a little big on him, but it would have to do. Then he spread the blanket over his partner, pulling it up to his chin and leaving him there, while he called his doctor and personal chef. When he came back to the room, Victor was still... asleep. He would just have to say that he was asleep, it sounded less deathly. Fuck, he was actually fucking worried, wasn't he? Well, Zsasz really had that effect on him. No one else could make him feel worry and anxiety over their life, their well-being. Roman had asked his doctor what to do and got a few instructions, which he was now determined to follow. His personal chef was also on his way back to the loft to make chicken soup. Roman didn't really believe in its help, but he might have been a little desperate. The first thing he had to do was check Victor's temperature and then go from there. He measured 103°F, which was definitely a fever. Fuck. At least it wasn't doctor-worthy. He was told to measure regularly and try to get it down. Roman dialed up his driver to send him out to get some medications for Victor. While all that was happening, Roman filled a bowl with cold water and brought a cloth, which he soaked in the water and then put it on Victor's forehead, like he was instructed to do by his doctor. He really hoped it would help. A couple of hours later, Zsasz finally stirred and opened his eyes. He went through five cold rags on his forehead and still burning up. Although the last time Roman took his temperature half an hour ago, he only read 102°F, which was definitely some progress. The medication had arrived by then, too, such as the chicken soup. Victor really had chosen the perfect timing to finally wake up. Zsasz grumbled in the back of his throat as he turned his head to look at Roman, who sat next to him on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He looked down at him, smiling slightly. "Welcome back to the living," he rasped, brushing a hand through Victor's short cropped hair. "Sorry, Boss." Victor winced after he spoke. "Don't. Although I'd have appreciated it if you had fucking told me, of course. Does your throat hurt?" Zsasz nodded. "Well, I have a ton of medication waiting for you. Some to lower your temperature, some to help your throat and so on. Whatever symptoms you might have, I probably have something for it, now. Anyway! I had the chef come back in and he made chicken soup, which is done now. So, you better eat that first. I've already read the packaging and the insert of each medicine and most of them shouldn't be taken on an empty stomach," Roman rambled on, as Victor blinked his way to full alertness. "Am I wearing your pyjamas?" Victor asked after a few moments. "Yes. You fucking peasant don't have any, which reminds me that I need to buy some for you, just in case - so I had to improvise and this was the best thing I could think of!" "Thanks." Roman made a noise in the back of his throat in response. Then he got out of bed. "I'll bring you the soup. You better fucking stay in bed, unless you need to use the bathroom, of course. Otherwise, stay the fuck where you are, 'kay?" Without waiting for a response, he went outside and to the kitchen. When he came back, Zsasz had sat up, his back resting against the headboard. Roman put the tray, which was made for such purposes, over his lap. "Obviously, it's hot. So. You know, don't just fucking shovel it in." Inwardly, Roman cringed at how fussy he was over Victor right now. He usually wasn't like that at all. Fuck. Then again, Victor usually didn't get sick. Later, when Victor had taken some medication and was about to fall asleep again, it was already night. Roman had gotten himself ready for bed, determined to sleep in the guest bedroom, which used to be Victor's own a while ago. But when he was about to go, Zsasz made a pathetic little whine in the back of his throat. Roman turned back around to him and was met with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pouty lips he'd ever seen. Sure, Victor always looked like that when he wanted something from Roman, but something about the reddened nose, cheeks, sweaty forehead and glassy, watery eyes just made it that much more pronounced. With a sigh, Roman got back to bed and under the covers with Victor. Despite him being all sweaty and disgusting and, well, sick, he let Zsasz cuddle into him. "Thank you, Roman," Victor whispered and kissed his chest, where his head laid on. "Just get better soon, 'kay, baby?" Zsasz nodded and then his breathing evened out. Roman was still anxious that Victor could wake up feeling even worse, or not at all, but he tried to focus on the other man's deep, even breaths that told him that he was alright and alive. His temperature had gone down by a lot already, the medication helped, the soup might fucking help, too. He just needed to be a little patient, he was sure. Then Victor would be back on his feet in no time. With that thought, Roman finally drifted off to sleep, too.

#cw sickness #roman sionis #victor zsasz #zsaszmask #roman sionis fanfiction #victor zsasz fanfiction #zsaszmask fanfiction #sickfic #birds of prey #harley quinn birds of prey #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn

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anastasiabeaverhousen87 · 4 years ago

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Praying to the porcelain God

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You been told before never to eat from suspicious food stands, especially if you never tried them before or if Kara or Alex haven’t already approved the food. But today you forgot your lunch at home and the food from the cafeteria was not very appealing for you. One of your co-workers saw you make faces at the food options and invited you to eat lunch with them. They were going to get burgers from a new street vendor a couple of blocks away. It was too tempting; you love cheeseburgers and they made it sound like they were really good. So, you said yes. Everyone was going and you were starving.

The following day you woke up feeling a little odd, a bit nauseous but you didn’t think anything about it. You got a chamomile tea instead of coffee and went about your day as usual. Kara was already gone so you just decided to grab a yogurt and granola bar at work.

You finished getting your things ready and were about to leave the apartment when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach followed by cramping. You went to the bathroom and removed your sweater, you felt a swelling of your abdomen and yes, you lower abdomen was inflamed and felt tender to the touch. Another painful cramp made you run to the toilet and you knew you were screwed the moment you sit down.

y/n: “Fuck!!!, ughh it hurts…damn it, Alex is going to kill me” – you didn’t leave the bathroom for a while, you lamented your poor choices while you were sitting in the toilet seat.

You decided you needed to let someone know you felt like shit and wouldn’t be able to get to work with further incidents, so you called Kara. Kara was softer and if you play your card right maybe she could be the buffer between Alex’s lecturing and you. You dialed her number and put it on speaker while washing your hands, you were standing Infront of the sink mirror and put the phone down.

Kara: “Hi sweet girl, what’s up?”

You were about to respond when you felt nausea hit hard, you saw your reflection become green and you ran to toilet once again. Just in time for you to continue emptying your stomach contents, tears sprung into your eyes as the pain in your stomach grew stronger and effort of being violently ill into the porcelain bowl.

On the other side of the line, Kara was listening to you suffering. “Y/N baby? What’s wrong, where are you?” but at not getting a response she ditched everything to fly straight home following your heartbeat.

You stopped vomiting and felt exhausted, you spit into the toilet and flush it. You use toilet paper to clean you mouth and drop to the bathroom floor exhausted. Kara enter the apartment looking for you.

Kara: “y/n?, oh my God what’s wrong baby?”- Kara panics at looking at your body sprawled in the bathroom floor all pale and clammy.

y/n: “Ughh best guess? stomach bug. I just puked my guts out, and before that I emptied my bowels in a different way” - you grimace at the explosive diarrhea you went through less than half an hour ago.

Kara: “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry you feel so poorly. Come on, let me pick you up from the floor”- the blonde woman tries to pick you up, but you feel like you’re not quite over.

Y/n: “Kara, I don’t think I can move quite yet and the floor is cold, it feels nice” –you move a little on the floor to get more of the chilly sensation on your hot skin- “I feel like crap sissy” a tear runs down your cheek and you look up to your sister. Kara brushes the tear away and cradles the side of your face. You are about to move again into a sitting position when you feel your stomach painfully cramp again and you roll into a fetal position trying to make the pain lessen somehow.

Kara: “Oh baby, looks like a horrible stomach bug. But I’m so bad at human illnesses let me call Alex really quick, she is the best when it comes to this kind of things.” Kara looks desperate and seeing you so sick on the floor. Kara is now sitting next to you holding your head in her lap and running her fingers through your hair.

Y/N: “You can’t, busy. Summit in New York” – you mumble trough clenching teeth.

Kara: “I know she is busy with work, but she can take a phone call if it’s an emergency. Its her or the ER. Your call.”

y/n: “Alex…” – you much prefer hearing your helicopter sister ask a thousand question that being prod and wait in the Emergency Room.

Kara takes her phone out of her pocket and dials the number; it rings a few times and then it connects.

Alex: “Hey what’s up, everything okay?”- the red head asks immediately, knowing her sisters wouldn’t be calling her if it was not an emergency.

Kara: “No, y/n is sick. I just found her on the bathroom floor all clammy and she told me she vomited a lot. Also, she thinks it’s a stomach bug.” You can´t hear what Alex says on the phone, then Kara turns the phone on speaker “Ok hold on, yes. Ok ok now you’re on speaker now”

Alex: “Hi little one. I’m so sorry you got sick baby and I bet you feel awful but I need to ask you a few things ok?”

You nod, even though Alex cant see you, but you think if you can let her think it’s a stomach bug going around the office you’ll be off the hook and avoid the speech on getting food from street vendors.

Y/n: “Yeah ok…”- you feel to tire so yes, you can answer whatever she wants as longs she doesn’t ask you to move.

Alex: “Ok sweetie, Kara mentioned vomiting, what else are you feeling? Do you also have diarrhea? is she warm or cold Kara?

Y/N: “painful cramps, diarrhea definitely that was first and the puked my guts out. Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything left inside my intestines by this point. It was super gross Alex. I feel a little cold now. There’s a bug going on around the office and some of the guys got sick”- you say the last part a bit fast and avoid looking at Kara, then you groan in pain at another cramp.

Kara: “She is all clammy, her cheeks are flush, and she is shivering a little. Also, she is now avoiding direct eye contact…” – Kara raises an eyebrow at you, knowing there’s something you are avoiding.

Alex: – “y/n baby, was your stool a little bloody and watery? Or soft and muddy? , also Kara can you check her abdomen does it look a little swollen and prod very gently please “

y/n: “first one”- You can hear Alex give a long sigh

Kara: “definitely swollen and a bit tender”

Alex: “What did you eat yesterday either at lunch or dinner? And don’t even think about lying to me y/n. I will know if you are lying. That’s not just a stomach bug”

Kara is looking down at you worry on her face, “We ate steak and mashed potatoes with some veggies last night. Lena cooked. and I know I can’t get sick, but Lena was okay. So, what did you eat for lunch baby?”

Y/n: “a cheeseburger” –you mumble

Alex: “Where?”

y/n: “A new place near the building, a few of the guys I work with we got burgers yesterday”

Alex: “when you say ´new place, you mean a well stablished franchise or restaurant? Not a street vendor with doubtful hygiene and suspicious meat or produce, right? - ughh busted, you thought.

y/n: “Street vendor” – you lamented

Kara: “ohh sweetie. You know better than that”- Kara kept her gentle touch but looking a bit disappointed in you.

Alex: “Well baby, I hope the burger was so amazing and worth it, because what you have is food poisoning and most likely due to contaminated ground beef with E. coli. There is nothing to stop it or make it better faster. Your body will get rid of the bacteria during the following days. Simply needs to run its course.”

Y/N: “No cheeseburger in world is worth this pain or disgusting vomiting or explosive diarrhea. I feel like crap Lexie”- you play your Lexi card, so your big sister takes pity on you. You feel bad enough as it is, you don’t need to hear more disappointment from her.

Alex: “I know baby girl. Its quite uncomfortable and painful. You need rest and avoid over exerting, that will only make your stomach feel worse. Kara, I need you to make sure she drinks lots of fluids, she will keep vomiting and having constant bowel movements in the next couple of days and she can get dehydrated very quickly. Lots of water and Pedialyte . Let her stomach to settle first . Avoid giving her any solid foods until she is no longer nauseous or vomiting as much. Avoid juices or other beverages with a lot of sugar or sweeteners that can make diarrhea worse. Let’s wait for 24 hours like this without any food and after that we can see if you can ease her back into eating soft and bland food. Call me if she gets worse or if the fever is too high.”

Y/N: “not even hungry anyways…”

Kara: “will do Alex, I’m taking off work for the week I’ll let Lena know. She is out of town as well, but I can handle goober just fine. right kiddo?”

You just try to crawl into Kara’s lap you starting to feel cold and so very tired. “Yeah, I’m cold. You warm”

Alex: “She will sleep a lot, wake her up and make her drink water or fluids Kara, its very important. Make sure her temperature doesn’t go above 102 F. if she get above that range just make her take a bath in lukewarm water or use a cold compress. Let her eat ice chips, NO dairy, no caffeine, no sugar, or fatty food. If she does eat those, she will end up throwing up everything. If temperature goes above 103 take her immediately to the ER. It shouldn’t but keep an eye on that. Seriously Kara call me anytime ok?”

Kara: “Will do Alex. Thanks, and I’ll call you later once y/n is more comfortable and asleep”

Alex: “Ok, feel better sweetie, I’ll be back as soon as I can. Be good for Kara and try to relax and let your body get rid of everything at its own pace. Don’t rush anything. I love you sweetheart. Love you Kara, bye”

Y/N “Bye, love you Lexie”

Kara: “Bye Alex, love you too” – the phone calls gets disconnected. Kara looks down at you. “You think you are ready to move from the bathroom floor to the living room?”

y/n: “can you help me up to rinse my mouth? It tastes like crap ugh”

Kara: “of course. Up we go”- Kara gently stands up with you in her arms and helps you to your feet.

But you get dizzy and grab ahold of Kara’s arms for support

Kara: “hey hey I got you, easy there baby girl”

y/n: “everything its spinning and I don’t feel so g…” but before you can finish the sentence your eyes go wide and Kara see what’s about to happen and helps you to your knees in front of the toilet once again. Kara holds your hair away from your face with her other hand rubbing soothing circles down your spine while providing word of comfort.

You keep vomiting for a few minutes more “ughh I thought I had ridden of everything by now. This Is so disgusting” a few tears leak down your cheeks and Kara just helps you to your feet again and flushes the toilet.

Kara: “I know sweet girl, but Alex did say you will be experiencing vomiting and other stuff for a few days. So, let’s get you rinse your mouth and settle down in the couch so you can sleep this off, okay?”

You just nod and work on getting your teeth brushed and get rid of the nasty taste. Kara helps you to your room to change into your pajamas.

Kara: “Bed or couch?” -you just point down to your bed giving her your answer. “Okay okay” Kara lowers you on your bed and goes to close the curtains so you can rest more comfortably.

y/n: “Hold me?”- you pout pitifully

Kara: “of course baby girl. Let me just get your water and text Lena to let her know I won’t be into work for a few days and also text your boss you’re sick” – I’ll be right back.

y/n:” don’t want water please just hold me, I’m cold sissy”- more tears run down your cheeks, you just want your sister to hold you now.

Kara: “aww chucks, baby you feel real awful don’t ya? Ok here I’ll call later, and you need to drink water in an hour or two. I will wake you up. come here sweet bean”- Kara moves you so you are now lying basically on top of her, you hide your face into her neck and wrap your arms around her. You are leaching on her warmth shamelessly. Kara doesn’t mind at all begins to pat down your back softly like when you were little she needed to calm you down and put to to sleep.

Kara: “Aww my little koala is here. You’re so cuddly baby. I’m sorry you are feeling so poorly but I’ll be here with you all the time. You just close your eyes and go to sleep. You’ll feel better in no time, you’ll see”

y/n: “I’m never eating cheeseburgers again”- you give a yawn and began to drift off. Kara juts chuckles and starts to hum softly a lullaby song she uses since you were a little girl and where having trouble falling asleep or felt sick. You are out in less than 5 minutes.

Kara wait for you to be completely asleep to grab her cellphone she still has on her pocket. Texts Lena you are sick and will call her later, but you are okay just miserable for eating street food. And then sends a quick text to y/n boss, thank Rao she is close friends with y/n otherwise would be a pain to explain why she is texting instead of her employee.

Kara puts the cellphone down on the nightstand and holds y/n more to her chest and begins to run her hand up and down y/n spine and watches her sleep for a little while until herself starts to feel sleepy and decides to take a nap too.

Kara is awaken by your moving around and painful moaning. You curl into yourself as much as you can, trying to wave through the painful cramp in your tummy.

y/n: “It really hurts Kara, it hurts so bad”- you say through clenching teeth and tears sprung into your eyes once again. You feel miserable and in so much pain.

Kara feels you are getting a bit hotter now and you are sweating too. “Okay little one, I think a bath can help you now, and you need to drink a little bit of water. Come here”

y/n: “No. pelease, no Kara. I just want the pain to stop and sleep again. I don’t want a bath” -you cry softly into her neck

Kara: “I’m sorry baby, but you feel too warm and you will feel better after the bath. I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

Kara picks you up from the bed and takes into the bathroom, she sits you down at the toilet seat while she runs a lukewarm bath for you.

Y/n: “Kara I don’t feel so good…” again you turn green and Kara helps you to sit infront the porcelain bowl once more.

You throw up again, but its mostly bile. Kara holds your hair out of your face while making comforting rubs on your lower back while you continue to be sick. your stomach its already empty from all the previous vomiting and you didn’t really eat anything for breakfast. You feel so weak after the effort it took to vomit once again. You are sweaty and pale and slump into Kara. Kara gently runs a hand down your spine and grabs a small towel to clean off the bile in your lips.

Kara: “sshh …baby come one. Its over now. Here use this mouth wash to rinse and spit it in the toilet” -Kara then flushes the toilet and strips you off your clothes. She also strips down to her underwear and gets into the tub with you. She helps you lean into her so she can wash your skin with a soft washcloth and pour the lukewarm water down your body to cool you down. After a while she notices your feel cooler to the touch. Washes your hair gently and lets you lean back onto her. You have always loved the skin to skin contact when feeling sick or unwell. Your sisters have done this many times over the years as well as you mom Eliza. You like feeling their warm skin and listen to their heartbeat. But Kara posses a special feature, she is warmer than any human. You feel her skin on you help you with the chills and you feel yourself drifting off to sleep again.

Kara notices you are almost asleep, and decides you are cool enough now and gently nudges you awake.

Kara: “sweet girl please don’t fall asleep quite yet. Let me dry you off a bit and you need to drink a little bit of water. Then you can sleep again promise”

You grunt in disapproval “Nuh uh … don’t wanna, I just want sleep”

Kara: “ I know sweetie but its not an option, come one”- Kara immediately stands and grabs ahold of you and takes one of the bath robes and uses one on her and then she uses a big fluffy towel to pat you down enough to remove the water excess but leaving your skin a bit damp to help keeping you cool.

She takes you back to your room and sets you on top of the bed and quickly grabs a set of lose shorts and tank top to avoid overheating you. She then sits you with you back on a pillow resting against the headboard while she speeds to the kitchen to get you ice water.

Kara: “Okay sweetie small sips, just a few smalls sips and that’s it.”- she makes you drink a bit of water and leaves the glass on the nightstand again. You notice she is now wearing a pajamas too and in the nightstand there’s also a bowl with water and a few small towels and an empty plastic bow- “Just in case you feel sick and need to vomit again and avoid a trip to the bathroom”

Y/N:” thank you sissy”- you tear up and your chin trembles.

Kara: “No no don’t cry baby girl. Come here”- she gently lifts you up sits down and then lays you on her side you head resting on her collarbone. She left her soft button- up pajama top mostly open so you can lean into her and feel her skin near the collarbone and upper chest. You settle down and keep listening to her heartbeat.

Kara: “sshh sshh…sweetie just close your eyes and sleep. You’ll feel better soon just sleep now” – once again you feel her gentle touch on your back, down your arms and temple. And that soft voice humming the melody you associate with comfort. you move a little trying to find the perfect spot and just like that in less than 10 minutes you’re asleep.

#supergirl #alex x baby danvers #baby danvers #baby!danvers #alex danvers #baby danvers x kara #baby danvers imagine #b!d #sickfic #i feel sick #vomit warning #food poisoning #caretaker #skin to skin

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Glee Soundtrack Rating Project Results: m-dub82

@m-dub82

Favourite character: Blaine Anderson

Least favourite character: Rachel Berry

Favourite season: Season 1

Least favourite season: Undecided - one of the last three

Mean song rating: 6.63

Mean song rating for favourite character's songs: 7.17

Mean song rating for favourite character's solos: 7.61

Mean song rating season 1: 6.39

Mean song rating season 2: 6.69

Mean song rating season 3: 6.94

Mean song rating season 4: 6.44

Mean song rating season 5: 7.5

Mean song rating season 6: NA

Songs rated: 515

[ID: A bar chart titled Number of songs assigned each rating by m-dub82, illustrating the number of times each score was assigned to a song by m-dub82. 10 was assigned 21 times, 9 was assigned 48 times, 8 was assigned 82 times, 7 was assigned 119 times, 6 was assigned 103 times, 5 was assigned 115 times, 4 was assigned 17 times, 3 was assigned 6 times, 2 was assigned 3 times, 1 was assigned 1 times, and 187 songs were not rated.]

About the Project | Results Masterpost

Ranking:

1. (10) - S1x09 - Dancing With Myself

2. (10) - S1x11 - Imagine

3. (10) - S1x17 - Run Joey Run

4. (10) - S1x18 - Rose's Turn

5. (10) - S1x19 - Dream On

6. (10) - S1x22 - Bohemian Rhapsody

7. (10) - S2x06 - Teenage Dream

8. (10) - S2x09 - Valerie

9. (10) - S2x10 - Baby, It's Cold Outside

10. (10) - S2x12 - When I Get You Alone

11. (10) - S2x15 - Landslide

12. (10) - S2x20 - I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance with You

13. (10) - S2x20 - Friday

14. (10) - S2x20 - Rolling in the Deep

15. (10) - S3x03 - Run the World (Girls)

16. (10) - S3x06 - Rumour Has It/Someone Like You

17. (10) - S3x11 - Smooth Criminal

18. (10) - S3x15 - I'm Still Standing

19. (10) - S3x15 - Up Up Up

20. (10) - S3x17 - I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)

21. (10) - S3x21 - Paradise By the Dashboard Light

22. (9) - S1x01 - Rehab

23. (9) - S1x09 - Proud Mary

24. (9) - S1x13 - Don't Rain on My Parade

25. (9) - S1x14 - Hello

26. (9) - S1x21 - Loser

27. (9) - S1x21 - It's a Man's Man's Man's World

28. (9) - S1x22 - Don't Stop Believing (Regionals)

29. (9) - S2x02 - Me Against the Music

30. (9) - S2x02 - Toxic

31. (9) - S2x04 - River Deep, Mountain High

32. (9) - S2x04 - Lucky

33. (9) - S2x04 - Sing!

34. (9) - S2x06 - Stop! In the Name of Love/Free Your Mind

35. (9) - S2x09 - Dog Days Are Over

36. (9) - S2x09 - (I've Had) The Time of My Life

37. (9) - S2x11 - Thriller/Heads Will Roll

38. (9) - S2x11 - Bills, Bills, Bills

39. (9) - S2x15 - Animal

40. (9) - S2x16 - Blackbird

41. (9) - S2x16 - Hell to the No

42. (9) - S2x20 - Isn't She Lovely

43. (9) - S3x01 - Anything Goes/Anything You Can Do

44. (9) - S3x01 - You Can't Stop the Beat

45. (9) - S3x02 - Something's Coming

46. (9) - S3x02 - I'm the Greatest Star

47. (9) - S3x04 - Candyman

48. (9) - S3x05 - Uptown Girl

49. (9) - S3x06 - I Can't Go for That/You Make My Dreams Come True

50. (9) - S3x06 - Hot for Teacher

51. (9) - S3x08 - Buenos Aires

52. (9) - S3x08 - Survivor/I Will Survive

53. (9) - S3x13 - Love Shack

54. (9) - S3x13 - L-O-V-E

55. (9) - S3x15 - Rio/Hungry Like the Wolf

56. (9) - S3x17 - It's Not Right But It's Okay

57. (9) - S3x18 - Shake It Out

58. (9) - S3x21 - Pinball Wizard

59. (9) - S4x01 - New York State of Mind

60. (9) - S4x02 - Gimme More

61. (9) - S4x02 - 3

62. (9) - S4x02 - Womanizer

63. (9) - S4x05 - Juke Box Hero

64. (9) - S4x11 - Locked Out of Heaven

65. (9) - S4x13 - Diva

66. (9) - S4x13 - Nutbush City Limits

67. (9) - S4x13 - Girl On Fire

68. (9) - S4x15 - Old Time Rock & Roll/Danger Zone

69. (9) - S4x16 - How to Be a Heartbreaker

70. (8) - S1x05 - Somebody to Love

71. (8) - S1x06 - It's My Life/Confessions Part II

72. (8) - S1x07 - Ride Wit Me

73. (8) - S1x09 - Defying Gravity

74. (8) - S1x11 - True Colors

75. (8) - S1x12 - Jump

76. (8) - S1x13 - And I Am Telling You I'm Not Going

77. (8) - S1x13 - You Can't Always Get What You Want

78. (8) - S1x13 - My Life Would Suck Without You

79. (8) - S1x19 - Dream a Little Dream

80. (8) - S1x20 - Bad Romance

81. (8) - S1x21 - Another One Bites the Dust

82. (8) - S1x22 - Any Way You Want It/Lovin' Touchin' Squeezin'

83. (8) - S2x01 - Empire State of Mind

84. (8) - S2x01 - Billionaire

85. (8) - S2x02 - Stronger

86. (8) - S2x02 - I'm a Slave 4 U

87. (8) - S2x06 - One Love (People Get Ready)

88. (8) - S2x06 - Start Me Up/Livin' on a Prayer

89. (8) - S2x07 - Singing In the Rain/Umbrella

90. (8) - S2x07 - Make 'Em Laugh

91. (8) - S2x08 - Sway

92. (8) - S2x09 - Hey, Soul Sister

93. (8) - S2x12 - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)

94. (8) - S2x12 - Silly Love Songs

95. (8) - S2x12 - Fat Bottomed Girls

96. (8) - S2x13 - Somebody to Love

97. (8) - S2x14 - Tik Tok

98. (8) - S2x14 - One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

99. (8) - S2x16 - Misery

100. (8) - S2x16 - Big Ass Heart

101. (8) - S2x18 - Somewhere Only We Know

102. (8) - S2x18 - Born This Way

103. (8) - S2x18 - I Feel Pretty/Unpretty

104. (8) - S2x19 - Go Your Own Way

105. (8) - S2x21 - Back to Black

106. (8) - S3x01 - It's Not Unusual

107. (8) - S3x01 - We Got the Beat

108. (8) - S3x06 - Hit Me with Your Best Shot/One Way or Another

109. (8) - S3x07 - Jolene

110. (8) - S3x07 - Constant Craving

111. (8) - S3x08 - Control

112. (8) - S3x08 - Man in the Mirror

113. (8) - S3x08 - ABC

114. (8) - S3x10 - We Found Love

115. (8) - S3x11 - Scream

116. (8) - S3x11 - Bad

117. (8) - S3x13 - Stereo Hearts

118. (8) - S3x14 - Cough Syrup

119. (8) - S3x14 - Here's to Us

120. (8) - S3x14 - Glad You Came

121. (8) - S3x15 - Fighter

122. (8) - S3x15 - Somebody That I Used to Know

123. (8) - S3x16 - Disco Inferno

124. (8) - S3x16 - Boogie Shoes

125. (8) - S3x17 - I Have Nothing

126. (8) - S3x18 - Cell Block Tango

127. (8) - S3x18 - School's Out

128. (8) - S3x20 - Mean

129. (8) - S3x21 - Tongue Tied

130. (8) - S3x21 - Edge of Glory

131. (8) - S3x21 - Starships

132. (8) - S4x01 - Chasing Pavements

133. (8) - S4x02 - Boys/Boyfriend

134. (8) - S4x02 - Hold It Against Me

135. (8) - S4x02 - Everytime

136. (8) - S4x02 - Crazy/U Drive Me Crazy

137. (8) - S4x02 - Oops!...I Did It Again

138. (8) - S4x05 - Everybody Talks

139. (8) - S4x05 - Blow Me (One Last Kiss)

140. (8) - S4x07 - Heroes

141. (8) - S4x08 - Whistle

142. (8) - S4x08 - Let's Have a Kiki/Turkey Lurkey Time

143. (8) - S4x13 - Don't Stop Me Now

144. (8) - S4x15 - Shout

145. (8) - S4x15 - Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend/Material Girl

146. (8) - S4x16 - Closer

147. (8) - S4x17 - Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go

148. (8) - S4x22 - Hall of Fame

149. (8) - S4x22 - I Love It

150. (8) - S5x03 - Make You Feel My Love

151. (8) - S5x06 - Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)

152. (7) - S1x02 - Gold Digger

153. (7) - S1x03 - Mercy

154. (7) - S1x05 - Maybe This Time

155. (7) - S1x06 - Halo/Walking On Sunshine

156. (7) - S1x08 - I Could Have Danced All Night

157. (7) - S1x08 - Bust A Move

158. (7) - S1x10 - Don't Stand So Close to Me/Young Girl

159. (7) - S1x11 - Papa Don't Preach

160. (7) - S1x12 - Smile (Lily Allen)

161. (7) - S1x14 - Highway to Hell

162. (7) - S1x14 - Gives You Hell

163. (7) - S1x14 - Hello, Goodbye

164. (7) - S1x15 - Vogue

165. (7) - S1x16 - Home

166. (7) - S1x17 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

167. (7) - S1x18 - Lady Is a Tramp

168. (7) - S1x18 - One

169. (7) - S1x19 - Safety Dance

170. (7) - S1x20 - Shout It Out Loud

171. (7) - S1x20 - Beth

172. (7) - S1x21 - Give Up the Funk

173. (7) - S1x21 - Good Vibrations

174. (7) - S1x21 - Tell Me Something Good

175. (7) - S1x22 - To Sir, With Love

176. (7) - S1x22 - Faithfully

177. (7) - S1x22 - Over the Rainbow

178. (7) - S2x01 - What I Did for Love

179. (7) - S2x01 - Listen

180. (7) - S2x01 - Every Rose Has Its Thorn

181. (7) - S2x02 - Baby One More Time

182. (7) - S2x03 - Losing My Religion

183. (7) - S2x03 - Only the Good Die Young

184. (7) - S2x04 - Le Jazz Hot

185. (7) - S2x04 - Happy Days Are Here Again/Get Happy

186. (7) - S2x04 - Don't Go Breaking My Heart

187. (7) - S2x07 - Forget You

188. (7) - S2x09 - Don't Cry for Me Argentina

189. (7) - S2x10 - You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

190. (7) - S2x12 - My Funny Valentine

191. (7) - S2x13 - Sing

192. (7) - S2x13 - Take Me or Leave Me

193. (7) - S2x14 - Blame It (On the Alcohol)

194. (7) - S2x14 - Don't You Want Me

195. (7) - S2x15 - Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah)

196. (7) - S2x15 - Kiss

197. (7) - S2x16 - Raise Your Glass

198. (7) - S2x17 - Turning Tables

199. (7) - S2x17 - Ain't No Way

200. (7) - S2x18 - As If We Never Said Goodbye

201. (7) - S2x20 - Dancing Queen

202. (7) - S2x21 - Pure Imagination

203. (7) - S2x21 - Try a Little Tenderness

204. (7) - S2x22 - Yeah!

205. (7) - S3x02 - Somewhere

206. (7) - S3x03 - Spotlight

207. (7) - S3x03 - Cool

208. (7) - S3x03 - Fix You

209. (7) - S3x05 - One Hand, One Heart

210. (7) - S3x05 - America

211. (7) - S3x07 - Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

212. (7) - S3x07 - Perfect

213. (7) - S3x08 - We Are Young

214. (7) - S3x08 - Red Solo Cup

215. (7) - S3x10 - Moves Like Jagger/Jumpin' Jack Flash

216. (7) - S3x10 - Wedding Bell Blues (Bill)

217. (7) - S3x11 - Black or White

218. (7) - S3x11 - Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'

219. (7) - S3x11 - Never Can Say Goodbye

220. (7) - S3x11 - I Want You Back

221. (7) - S3x12 - La Isla Bonita

222. (7) - S3x12 - Bamboleo/Hero

223. (7) - S3x12 - A Little Less Conversation

224. (7) - S3x14 - Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You)

225. (7) - S3x14 - Stand

226. (7) - S3x16 - You Should Be Dancing

227. (7) - S3x16 - If I Can't Have You

228. (7) - S3x16 - Night Fever

229. (7) - S3x17 - Saving All My Love For You

230. (7) - S3x17 - My Love Is Your Love

231. (7) - S3x17 - So Emotional

232. (7) - S3x19 - What Makes You Beautiful

233. (7) - S3x21 - We Are the Champions

234. (7) - S3x21 - It's All Coming Back to Me Now

235. (7) - S3x22 - Glory Days

236. (7) - S4x01 - It's Time

237. (7) - S4x01 - Americano/Dance Again

238. (7) - S4x03 - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

239. (7) - S4x03 - Celebrity Skin

240. (7) - S4x03 - The Way You Look Tonight/You're Never Fully Dressed Without a Smile

241. (7) - S4x04 - Don't Speak

242. (7) - S4x04 - The Scientist

243. (7) - S4x05 - Born to Hand Jive

244. (7) - S4x06 - Beauty School Dropout

245. (7) - S4x06 - Greased Lightning

246. (7) - S4x06 - There Are Worse Things I Could Do

247. (7) - S4x07 - Holding Out for a Hero

248. (7) - S4x07 - Some Nights

249. (7) - S4x08 - Live While We're Young

250. (7) - S4x09 - Being Alive

251. (7) - S4x09 - Don't Dream It's Over

252. (7) - S4x09 - All That Jazz

253. (7) - S4x11 - No Scrubs

254. (7) - S4x12 - This Is the New Year

255. (7) - S4x12 - Love Song

256. (7) - S4x14 - Just Can't Get Enough

257. (7) - S4x14 - Getting Married Today

258. (7) - S4x16 - I Still Believe/Super Bass

259. (7) - S4x16 - The Bitch Is Back/Dress You Up

260. (7) - S4x16 - Bye Bye Bye/I Want It That Way

261. (7) - S4x17 - Wannabe

262. (7) - S4x17 - Mamma Mia

263. (7) - S4x18 - More Than Words

264. (7) - S4x20 - We Will Rock You

265. (7) - S4x20 - Everybody Hurts

266. (7) - S4x21 - Signed, Sealed, Delivered, I'm Yours

267. (7) - S4x21 - Superstition

268. (7) - S4x22 - All or Nothing

269. (7) - S5x05 - Blurred Lines

270. (7) - S5x10 - Gloria

271. (6) - S1x01 - Sit Down You're Rockin the Boat

272. (6) - S1x01 - Can't Fight This Feeling

273. (6) - S1x01 - Respect

274. (6) - S1x01 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot)

275. (6) - S1x07 - Hate On Me

276. (6) - S1x07 - Keep Holding On

277. (6) - S1x08 - Sweet Caroline

278. (6) - S1x12 - Smile (Charlie Chaplin)

279. (6) - S1x14 - Hello, I Love You

280. (6) - S1x14 - Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love

281. (6) - S1x15 - What It Feels Like for a Girl

282. (6) - S1x15 - Like a Prayer

283. (6) - S1x15 - Burning Up

284. (6) - S1x16 - Fire

285. (6) - S1x16 - Beautiful

286. (6) - S1x17 - Physical

287. (6) - S1x17 - Ice Ice Baby

288. (6) - S1x18 - Pink Houses

289. (6) - S1x18 - The Boy Is Mine

290. (6) - S1x19 - I Dreamed a Dream

291. (6) - S1x20 - Poker Face

292. (6) - S1x20 - Funny Girl

293. (6) - S2x01 - Getting to Know You

294. (6) - S2x03 - I Want to Hold Your Hand

295. (6) - S2x03 - One of Us

296. (6) - S2x05 - Sweet Transvestite

297. (6) - S2x08 - Just the Way You Are

298. (6) - S2x08 - Marry You

299. (6) - S2x10 - Last Christmas

300. (6) - S2x13 - I Know What Boys Like

301. (6) - S2x13 - Baby

302. (6) - S2x13 - This Little Light of Mine

303. (6) - S2x16 - Candles

304. (6) - S2x16 - Loser Like Me

305. (6) - S2x19 - Dreams

306. (6) - S2x19 - Never Going Back Again

307. (6) - S2x19 - I Don't Want to Know

308. (6) - S2x19 - Songbird

309. (6) - S2x21 - Some People

310. (6) - S2x22 - I Love New York/New York, New York

311. (6) - S2x22 - For Good

312. (6) - S2x22 - Light Up the World

313. (6) - S2x22 - Bella Notte

314. (6) - S2x22 - As Long as You're There

315. (6) - S3x01 - Big Spender

316. (6) - S3x04 - Last Friday Night

317. (6) - S3x04 - Bein' Green

318. (6) - S3x04 - Take Care of Yourself

319. (6) - S3x05 - Tonight

320. (6) - S3x05 - A Boy Like That/I Have a Love

321. (6) - S3x06 - You and I/You and I

322. (6) - S3x07 - I'm the Only One

323. (6) - S3x07 - I Kissed a Girl

324. (6) - S3x10 - Summer Nights

325. (6) - S3x10 - The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

326. (6) - S3x11 - I Just Can't Stop Loving You

327. (6) - S3x11 - Human Nature

328. (6) - S3x13 - Let Me Love You

329. (6) - S3x13 - Chapel of Love

330. (6) - S3x14 - Fly/I Believe I Can Fly

331. (6) - S3x16 - More Than a Woman

332. (6) - S3x16 - Stayin' Alive

333. (6) - S3x16 - How Deep Is Your Love

334. (6) - S3x18 - Not the Boy Next Door

335. (6) - S3x18 - The Rain in Spain

336. (6) - S3x18 - Cry

337. (6) - S3x19 - Dinosaur

338. (6) - S3x19 - Love You Like a Love Song

339. (6) - S3x20 - Flashdance...What a Feeling

340. (6) - S3x22 - I'll Remember

341. (6) - S3x22 - You Get What You Give

342. (6) - S3x22 - In My Life

343. (6) - S3x22 - Roots Before Branches

344. (6) - S3x22 - Forever Young

345. (6) - S4x01 - Call Me Maybe

346. (6) - S4x01 - Sister Christian

347. (6) - S4x01 - Never Say Never

348. (6) - S4x03 - A Change Would Do You Good

349. (6) - S4x04 - Teenage Dream (Acoustic)

350. (6) - S4x05 - Hopelessly Devoted to You

351. (6) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee

352. (6) - S4x06 - You're the One That I Want

353. (6) - S4x07 - Superman

354. (6) - S4x08 - Gangnam Style

355. (6) - S4x10 - Hanukkah, Oh Hanukkah

356. (6) - S4x11 - Baby Got Back

357. (6) - S4x11 - Tell Him

358. (6) - S4x12 - Centerfold/Hot in Herre

359. (6) - S4x14 - Anything Could Happen

360. (6) - S4x14 - We've Got Tonite

361. (6) - S4x15 - Come What May

362. (6) - S4x15 - Footloose

363. (6) - S4x16 - Cold Hearted

364. (6) - S4x17 - Against All Odds (Take a Look at Me Now)

365. (6) - S4x17 - My Prerogative

366. (6) - S4x17 - Creep

367. (6) - S4x17 - Copacabana

368. (6) - S4x18 - Your Song

369. (6) - S4x19 - Fight for Your Right (to Party)

370. (6) - S4x20 - At the Ballet

371. (6) - S4x21 - Uptight (Everything's Alright)

372. (6) - S4x21 - I Wish

373. (6) - S4x22 - Clarity

374. (5) - S1x01 - You're the One That I Want (ver. 1)

375. (5) - S1x01 - Mr. Cellophane

376. (5) - S1x02 - I Say a Little Prayer

377. (5) - S1x03 - Bust Your Windows

378. (5) - S1x04 - Taking Chances

379. (5) - S1x05 - Last Name

380. (5) - S1x05 - Alone

381. (5) - S1x05 - Cabaret

382. (5) - S1x07 - You Keep Me Hanging On

383. (5) - S1x07 - No Air

384. (5) - S1x10 - Lean On Me

385. (5) - S1x10 - I'll Stand By You

386. (5) - S1x11 - Don't Make Me Over

387. (5) - S1x15 - Like a Virgin

388. (5) - S1x15 - Express Yourself

389. (5) - S1x15 - 4 Minutes

390. (5) - S1x15 - Borderline/Open Your Heart

391. (5) - S1x16 - One Less Bell to Answer/A House Is Not a Home

392. (5) - S1x16 - A House Is Not a Home

393. (5) - S1x18 - Jessie's Girl

394. (5) - S2x03 - I Look to You

395. (5) - S2x03 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

396. (5) - S2x03 - Papa, Can You Hear Me?

397. (5) - S2x04 - With You I'm Born Again

398. (5) - S2x05 - Whatever Happened to Saturday Night?

399. (5) - S2x05 - Time Warp

400. (5) - S2x05 - There's a Light (Over at the Frankenstein Place)

401. (5) - S2x05 - Damn It, Janet

402. (5) - S2x05 - Science Fiction Double Feature

403. (5) - S2x05 - Planet, Schmanet, Janet

404. (5) - S2x07 - Nowadays/Hot Honey rag

405. (5) - S2x07 - Conjunction Junction

406. (5) - S2x08 - Ohio

407. (5) - S2x09 - The Living Years

408. (5) - S2x10 - We Need a Little Christmas

409. (5) - S2x10 - The Most Wonderful Day of the Year

410. (5) - S2x10 - Welcome Christmas

411. (5) - S2x11 - She's Not There

412. (5) - S2x11 - Need You Now

413. (5) - S2x12 - Firework

414. (5) - S2x16 - Jesus Is My Friend

415. (5) - S2x16 - Get It Right

416. (5) - S2x17 - All By Myself

417. (5) - S2x17 - I Follow Rivers

418. (5) - S2x18 - I've Gotta Be Me

419. (5) - S2x19 - Don't Stop

420. (5) - S2x21 - My Man

421. (5) - S2x22 - My Cup

422. (5) - S2x22 - Pretending

423. (5) - S2x22 - Still Got Tonight

424. (5) - S3x01 - Ding-Dong! The Witch Is Dead

425. (5) - S3x03 - It's All Over

426. (5) - S3x03 - Out Here On My Own

427. (5) - S3x04 - Waiting for a Girl Like You

428. (5) - S3x09 - Christmas Wrapping

429. (5) - S3x09 - Let It Snow

430. (5) - S3x09 - All I Want for Christmas Is You

431. (5) - S3x09 - Do They Know It's Christmas?

432. (5) - S3x09 - Santa Claus Is Coming to Town

433. (5) - S3x09 - River

434. (5) - S3x09 - My Favorite Things

435. (5) - S3x09 - Blue Christmas

436. (5) - S3x10 - Without You

437. (5) - S3x11 - Ben

438. (5) - S3x12 - Don't Wanna Lose You

439. (5) - S3x12 - Sexy and I Know It

440. (5) - S3x13 - I Will Always Love You

441. (5) - S3x13 - Cherish/Cherish

442. (5) - S3x13 - You're the Top

443. (5) - S3x13 - Home

444. (5) - S3x17 - How Will I Know

445. (5) - S3x18 - The Music of the Night

446. (5) - S3x19 - Take My Breath Away

447. (5) - S3x19 - Big Girls Don't Cry

448. (5) - S3x20 - I Won't Give Up

449. (5) - S3x20 - Because You Loved Me

450. (5) - S4x04 - Barely Breathing

451. (5) - S4x04 - Give Your Heart a Break

452. (5) - S4x04 - Mine

453. (5) - S4x06 - Look At Me I'm Sandra Dee (Reprise)

454. (5) - S4x07 - My Dark Side

455. (5) - S4x08 - Home/Homeward Bound

456. (5) - S4x08 - Come See About Me

457. (5) - S4x09 - Something Stupid

458. (5) - S4x09 - Being Good Isn't Good Enough

459. (5) - S4x09 - O Holy Night

460. (5) - S4x10 - Feliz Navidad

461. (5) - S4x10 - White Christmas

462. (5) - S4x10 - The First Noel

463. (5) - S4x10 - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

464. (5) - S4x10 - Jingle Bell Rock

465. (5) - S4x11 - I Only Have Eyes for You

466. (5) - S4x12 - Let Me Love You (Until You Learn to Love Yourself)

467. (5) - S4x12 - Torn

468. (5) - S4x13 - Bring Him Home

469. (5) - S4x13 - Make No Mistake (She's Mine)

470. (5) - S4x13 - Hung Up

471. (5) - S4x14 - You're All I Need to Get By

472. (5) - S4x15 - You're All the World to Me

473. (5) - S4x15 - Unchained Melody

474. (5) - S4x15 - In Your Eyes

475. (5) - S4x18 - Say

476. (5) - S4x19 - You Have More Friends Than You Know

477. (5) - S4x19 - Outcast

478. (5) - S4x19 - Don't Stop Believin' (Rachel)

479. (5) - S4x19 - Next to Me

480. (5) - S4x20 - Longest Time

481. (5) - S4x20 - You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'

482. (5) - S4x20 - Little Girls

483. (5) - S4x21 - For Once in My Life

484. (5) - S4x21 - You Are the Sunshine of My Life

485. (5) - S4x21 - Higher Ground

486. (5) - S4x22 - Wings

487. (5) - S4x22 - To Love You More

488. (5) - S4x22 - Rainbow Connection

489. (4) - S1x01 - On My Own

490. (4) - S1x01 - I Kissed a Girl

491. (4) - S1x01 - Leaving On a Jet Plane

492. (4) - S1x02 - Push It

493. (4) - S1x02 - Take a Bow

494. (4) - S1x03 - I Wanna Sex You Up

495. (4) - S1x04 - Tonight

496. (4) - S1x08 - What A Girl Wants

497. (4) - S1x10 - Endless Love

498. (4) - S1x10 - Crush

499. (4) - S1x11 - Bootylicious

500. (4) - S1x17 - U Can't Touch This

501. (4) - S2x02 - The Only Exception

502. (4) - S2x15 - Afternoon Delight

503. (4) - S2x19 - Nice to Meet You, Have I Slept with You?

504. (4) - S2x20 - Jar of Hearts

505. (4) - S4x11 - I Don't Know How to Love Him

506. (3) - S1x10 - (You're Having My Baby)

507. (3) - S1x11 - Hair/Crazy In Love

508. (3) - S2x05 - Touch a Touch a Touch a Touch Me

509. (3) - S2x10 - Merry Christmas, Darling

510. (3) - S2x16 - Trouty Mouth

511. (3) - S4x12 - A Thousand Years

512. (2) - S2x14 - My Headband

513. (2) - S2x16 - Only Child

514. (2) - S3x09 - Extraordinary Merry Christmas

515. (1) - S1x08 - Thong Song

516. (NA) - S2x01 - Telephone

517. (NA) - S5x01 - Help!

518. (NA) - S5x01 - All You Need Is Love

519. (NA) - S5x01 - Drive My Car

520. (NA) - S5x01 - You've Got to Hide Your Love Away

521. (NA) - S5x01 - Got to Get You Into My Life

522. (NA) - S5x01 - Yesterday

523. (NA) - S5x01 - A Hard Day's Night

524. (NA) - S5x01 - I Saw Her Standing There

525. (NA) - S5x02 - Here Comes the Sun

526. (NA) - S5x02 - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band

527. (NA) - S5x02 - Get Back

528. (NA) - S5x02 - Hey Jude

529. (NA) - S5x02 - Let It Be

530. (NA) - S5x02 - Something

531. (NA) - S5x02 - Revolution

532. (NA) - S5x03 - Fire and Rain

533. (NA) - S5x03 - I'll Stand By You

534. (NA) - S5x03 - Seasons of Love

535. (NA) - S5x03 - No Surrender

536. (NA) - S5x03 - If I Die Young

537. (NA) - S5x04 - Marry the Night

538. (NA) - S5x04 - Wide Awake

539. (NA) - S5x04 - Applause

540. (NA) - S5x04 - Roar

541. (NA) - S5x05 - Wrecking Ball

542. (NA) - S5x05 - On Our Way

543. (NA) - S5x05 - You Are Woman, I Am Man

544. (NA) - S5x05 - If I Were a Boy

545. (NA) - S5x06 - Honesty

546. (NA) - S5x06 - Piano Man

547. (NA) - S5x06 - My Life

548. (NA) - S5x06 - Just the Way You Are

549. (NA) - S5x06 - You May Be Right

550. (NA) - S5x06 - An Innocent Man

551. (NA) - S5x07 - You're My Best Friend

552. (NA) - S5x07 - Nasty/Rhythm Nation

553. (NA) - S5x07 - Into the Groove

554. (NA) - S5x07 - The Fox

555. (NA) - S5x07 - Cheek to Cheek

556. (NA) - S5x08 - Here Comes Santa Claus (Down Santa Claus Lane)

557. (NA) - S5x08 - The Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don't Be Late)

558. (NA) - S5x08 - Mary's Little Boy Child

559. (NA) - S5x08 - Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree

560. (NA) - S5x08 - Away in a Manger

561. (NA) - S5x08 - Love Child

562. (NA) - S5x08 - O Christmas Tree

563. (NA) - S5x09 - Whenever I Call You Friend

564. (NA) - S5x09 - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

565. (NA) - S5x09 - I Believe in a Thing Called Love

566. (NA) - S5x09 - Every Breath You Take

567. (NA) - S5x09 - Don't Rain On My Parade

568. (NA) - S5x09 - Brave

569. (NA) - S5x09 - Breakaway

570. (NA) - S5x10 - The Happening

571. (NA) - S5x10 - Hold On

572. (NA) - S5x10 - Barracuda

573. (NA) - S5x10 - Jumpin' Jumpin'

574. (NA) - S5x10 - Don't You (Forget About Me)

575. (NA) - S5x10 - Danny's Song

576. (NA) - S5x11 - Vacation

577. (NA) - S5x11 - America

578. (NA) - S5x11 - More Than a Feeling

579. (NA) - S5x11 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

580. (NA) - S5x11 - Mr. Roboto/Counting Stars

581. (NA) - S5x11 - I Love LA

582. (NA) - S5x12 - Raise Your Glass

583. (NA) - S5x12 - Happy

584. (NA) - S5x12 - Defying Gravity

585. (NA) - S5x12 - Keep Holding On

586. (NA) - S5x12 - Toxic

587. (NA) - S5x12 - Valerie

588. (NA) - S5x13 - Loser Like Me

589. (NA) - S5x13 - Party All the Time

590. (NA) - S5x13 - I Am Changing

591. (NA) - S5x13 - Don't Stop Believin' (Season Five)

592. (NA) - S5x13 - Just Give Me a Reason

593. (NA) - S5x13 - Be Okay

594. (NA) - S5x14 - Don't Sleep in the Subway

595. (NA) - S5x14 - You Make Me Feel So Young

596. (NA) - S5x14 - Best Day of My Life

597. (NA) - S5x14 - Rockstar

598. (NA) - S5x14 - Downtown

599. (NA) - S5x14 - People

600. (NA) - S5x15 - Not While I'm Around

601. (NA) - S5x15 - I'm Still Here

602. (NA) - S5x15 - You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

603. (NA) - S5x15 - Colorblind

604. (NA) - S5x15 - Broadway Baby

605. (NA) - S5x15 - No One Is Alone

606. (NA) - S5x16 - Addicted to Love

607. (NA) - S5x16 - Love Is a Battlefield

608. (NA) - S5x16 - I Want to Know What Love Is

609. (NA) - S5x16 - Let's Wait Awhile

610. (NA) - S5x17 - Lovefool

611. (NA) - S5x17 - I'm the Greatest Star

612. (NA) - S5x17 - Pumpin Blood

613. (NA) - S5x17 - Who Are You Now

614. (NA) - S5x17 - NYC

615. (NA) - S5x18 - Story of My Life

616. (NA) - S5x18 - Piece of My Heart

617. (NA) - S5x18 - Wake Me Up

618. (NA) - S5x18 - The Rose

619. (NA) - S5x18 - Doo Wop (That Thing)

620. (NA) - S5x19 - Werewolves of London

621. (NA) - S5x19 - Memory

622. (NA) - S5x19 - Lucky Star

623. (NA) - S5x19 - Take Me Home Tonight

624. (NA) - S5x19 - I Melt with You

625. (NA) - S5x20 - All of Me

626. (NA) - S5x20 - No Time At All

627. (NA) - S5x20 - American Boy

628. (NA) - S5x20 - Shakin' My Head

629. (NA) - S5x20 - Pompeii

630. (NA) - S5x20 - Glitter in the Air

631. (NA) - S5x20 - Girls on Film

632. (NA) - S6x01 - Sing

633. (NA) - S6x01 - Dance the Night Away

634. (NA) - S6x01 - Uninvited

635. (NA) - S6x01 - Let It Go

636. (NA) - S6x01 - Suddenly Seymour

637. (NA) - S6x02 - Tightrope

638. (NA) - S6x02 - Take On Me

639. (NA) - S6x02 - Home

640. (NA) - S6x02 - Problem

641. (NA) - S6x02 - Mustang Sally

642. (NA) - S6x02 - Viva Voce

643. (NA) - S6x03 - It's Too Late

644. (NA) - S6x03 - Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow/Head Over Feet

645. (NA) - S6x03 - You Learn/You've Got a Friend

646. (NA) - S6x03 - Hand in My Pocket/I Feel the Earth Move

647. (NA) - S6x03 - So Far Away

648. (NA) - S6x04 - Rock Lobster

649. (NA) - S6x04 - Whip It

650. (NA) - S6x04 - Thousand Miles

651. (NA) - S6x04 - Bitch

652. (NA) - S6x05 - It Must Have Been Love

653. (NA) - S6x05 - All Out of Love

654. (NA) - S6x05 - Father Figure

655. (NA) - S6x05 - My Sharona

656. (NA) - S6x05 - You Spin Me Round (Like a Record)

657. (NA) - S6x06 - Arthur's Theme

658. (NA) - S6x06 - Wishin' And Hoping

659. (NA) - S6x06 - Baby It's You

660. (NA) - S6x06 - What the World Needs Now

661. (NA) - S6x06 - Promises, Promises

662. (NA) - S6x06 - They Long to Be Close to You

663. (NA) - S6x06 - I'll Never Fall in Love Again

664. (NA) - S6x06 - Alfie

665. (NA) - S6x07 - You Give Love a Bad Name

666. (NA) - S6x07 - Somebody Loves You

667. (NA) - S6x07 - All About That Bass

668. (NA) - S6x07 - Time After Time

669. (NA) - S6x07 - I Know Where I've Been

670. (NA) - S6x07 - Same Love

671. (NA) - S6x08 - Hey Ya!

672. (NA) - S6x08 - Our Day Will Come

673. (NA) - S6x08 - I'm So Excited

674. (NA) - S6x08 - At Last

675. (NA) - S6x09 - Uptown Funk

676. (NA) - S6x09 - I Want to Break Free

677. (NA) - S6x09 - Break Free

678. (NA) - S6x09 - Lose My Breath

679. (NA) - S6x09 - Cool Kids

680. (NA) - S6x09 - Friday I'm in Love

681. (NA) - S6x10 - Far From Over

682. (NA) - S6x10 - Rather Be

683. (NA) - S6x10 - Rise

684. (NA) - S6x10 - The Trolley Song

685. (NA) - S6x10 - The Final Countdown

686. (NA) - S6x11 - We Built This City

687. (NA) - S6x11 - Mickey

688. (NA) - S6x11 - Chandelier

689. (NA) - S6x11 - Come Sail Away

690. (NA) - S6x11 - Listen to Your Heart

691. (NA) - S6x11 - Take Me to Church

692. (NA) - S6x12 - Pony

693. (NA) - S6x12 - Don't Stop Believing (Pilot/2009)

694. (NA) - S6x12 - Popular

695. (NA) - S6x12 - I'm His Child

696. (NA) - S6x12 - I Kissed a Girl

697. (NA) - S6x13 - Daydream Believer

698. (NA) - S6x13 - Someday We'll Be Together

699. (NA) - S6x13 - I Lived

700. (NA) - S6x13 - This Time

701. (NA) - S6x13 - Teach Your Children

702. (NA) - S6x13 - The Winner Takes It All

#m-dub82 #glee #glee stats #glee soundtrack rating project #glee soundtrack rating project results

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a-decent-writer · 5 years ago

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Sick-fic headcanons

idk if this appropriate for this time but...

Kuroo X Kenma

- Kuroo is surprisingly whiny when he’s sick and absolutely despises getting sick.

- He’d be the type of person to ignore it until he has like a raging 103° F (39° C) fever and someone forces him to go home.

- “i promise i’m not sick it’s just a head ache”

- insists on working through a fever and Kenma has to be like “get into bed idiot”

- “if you wanted to get me into bed all you had to do was ask kitten”

- “I will let you die”

- Secretly enjoys getting parts of sick because he can get Kenma to dote on him.

- Kenma has gotten better at taking care of himself but still has a relatively weak immune system

- has headaches because he’s super busy and almost always looks at the screen

- wears a-lot of masks because he coughs a lot but has the added bonus of pretty good at hiding his identity

- when they first start dating he kinda has to fight Kuroo off and Kuroo eventually gets it and understands when it’s not that bad.

- But when it does get really bad Kuroo is the best at making him feel better

Bokuto x Akaashi

- Bokuto Has like one errant sniffle or cough and Akaashi is like “Bokuto-san, you are a professional and you have practice tomorrow you cannot afford to get sick. Wear your scarf, take my hat, are you going to take your thick jacket? here are some hand-warmers.” and Bokuto thinks this is adorable.

- This is because Boktuo doesn’t really get sick

- When he does get sick it’s annoying to others because he seems to get better over night.

- “It’s because of my great sleep regimen and great metabolism”

- “i’m too annoyed to tell you that’s not how it works Kou-chan”

- Whenever Bokuto gets really sick everyone panics and Akaashi is always this close to calling Urgent Care

- “Keji, i promise you don’t need to call the hospital”

- Akaashi literally stops being able to function, sleeps for like twenty hours straight

- Bokuto is a very doting boyfriend he brings Akaashi soup and masked cheek kisses until Akaashi feels better.

- all Akaashi wants to do is cuddle until he feels better and bokuto is only too happy to oblige

- Usually takes a long time to get better but doesn’t get sick often either.

- Like with a cold it can take him weeks to stop coughing.

Iwaizumi x Oikawa

- another one of those “lol what, i’m not sick, its only allergies”

- “iwachan, you’re pale and wobbled as you got out of bed this morning”

- hates being sick

- Oikawa dosen’t really know how to take care of sick person so he just buys like eight types of medicine and a bunch of things he hopes will make a person feel better

- Has to fight Oikawa off because the idiot is always insisting on kisses “ Oi, i don’t want you getting sick”

_ functions surprisingly well when sick

- Oikawa is the whiny, demanding sick person

- Iwaizumi grumbles the entire time taking care of him but obviously he loves the attention

- like many, he enjoys cuddles

- his voice gets more nasally than usual when he’s congested and Iwaizumi thinks its the funniest things in the world.

Daichi X Suga

- Suga does not like getting sick so he will legit do anything to avoid it.

- like you get sick and he’s like “nope get you and your pathogens the fuck away from me”

- “you’s sick, you’s on your own honey”

- eats a lot of oranges

- Daichi takes care of himself like a good person

- Daichi makes great chicken soup because his little siblings get sick all the time.

- They don’t really have cold medication in their house so when they have to go and buy some they always overbuy and it expires.

Also, Send Prompts and Ships i wanna see what my Haikyuu brain is made of

#kuroken #BokuAka #i dont know how to write a sickfic so this is my best #kuroo tetsurou #Kozume Kenma #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutaro #iwaoi #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa torū #daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara kōshi #fluff #sick fic #Headcanon #haikyuu #bokuaka

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judgement-free-sideblog · 5 years ago

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Ghosts from the rainforest

Captain James Conrad x Reader

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing, implied smut, smoking, angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

I finally manage to write the end to this tiny fic, I hope you like it, and I'm going to start on my ideas for a Jonathan Pine adventure, but I haven't decide yet.

Chapter 7: Fever [Final]

The helicopter was already on motion, and the rescue crew that Brooks had sent for you were charging everything for the trip. The guys were excited to finally going back home, the Celebes Sea was ahead of you in the military base you were staying, and waiting in the Pacific the majestic USS Constellation (CV-64) waiting to take all of you home.

Home? A country that had make more damage and taken everything from you, your family, and had force you to live away to mend some of the atrocities they had committed in the name of freedom.

"Not looking so charming today are we?" You said to him once he walked in your room to pick up your bags, you have finally stop the hostilities after he had offered you his shoulder to cry while you mourned Shukri on his funeral and after all the physical torture he had endured so you could safely leave Borneo.

He had been clear about letting you stay if that was what you wanted, and even when the rest of the crew asume you were coming back to USA, he knew you would have to say goodbye sooner or later, so instead of telling him all the things your heart was keeping from him you kept teasing him and pretending the chopper was not waiting for him.

"I have a minor headache love, but it's okay, are you ready to say goodbye?" He said and you noted how his temple had a few wrinkles, he was trying to smile over the pain in his head "It's a shame you don't come with us, I have a lot of things I wanted to show you" he grabbed your hand and all your alarms started to scream.

"Conrad are you okay?" Those words were all you have hoped for, however the radiant heat from his skin told you he was not exactly fine. "Dear God you are burning up" You said touching his head and looking desperately for a thermometer in your belongings.

"I like you too doctor, but why don't we wait until we get to the ship, we can share a bunk bed" He was definitely not himself.

"103° damn it Conrad!" You said, and for some oddly reason remember the night he told you about Randa and how much he complained about mosquitoes while he was dressing "Look at me, I'm not kidding, did you take Chloroquine before we leave Malaysia? I told you guys you had to..."

He nodded negative, and before he could speak he simply throw up in the nearest trash bin, making you suspect of the worst, specially since all the medicine was now gone and the only viable solution now was the aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific waiting for you.

"Also you have perfect legs you know that? I could spend my life sleeping on them." He kept saying things like that while you helped him to the heliport "Come here princess your prince charming needs your love" he said trying to kiss you.

"Later dear, preferably when you're not dying or smelling like vomit" you tried to stop him.

"Well you didn't mind me covered in dirt and sweat" He tried again but he stopped to scream "Reg! I love you man, you are like a son to me" and also tried to kiss the boy on the forehead.

"What happened to the Captain?" Slivko asked concerned once you help him to board the chopper while carrying his luggage and your medical bag.

"I have no idea, but I'm afraid it might be Malaria" you said bluntly and all of them looked concerned at you, while he vomited again "Do you have medical equipment here?" You asked the pilot and he only raised his thumb while you make sure he was steady on the helicopter floor, and almost didn't feel the machine take off while you tried to put an IV on his arm.

After one hour that felt like ten you could no longer see the island, only the immensity of the Pacific, and growing in the horizon the USS Constellation, even when you despised war and everything it represented the enormous carrier was enough to let you speechless, specially when a team of nurses and a doctor was already with a stretcher waiting for him.

"It's going to be ok James" you told him holding his hand while the experts rushed him inside.

"You really like men to die quite literally for you right?" He tried to joke, fighting the impulse of vomiting again, "Hey it's okay, I have to take care of you remember?" He smiled and you hold his hand trying to not get on the way of the medical staff, but he was too weak and fall asleep.

After they had stabilized his temperature, and take samples of his blood to determine the pathogen they let you in, the beds inside the medical bay of the ship were oddly spacious, and you could be sited next to him without any other person listening.

"Y/N?" He asked opening his beautiful eyes, "Hey it's okay love, I'm feeling better" He said and tried to reach for the glass of water on the table.

"Let me" You said and put it closer to him, "I know, once they identify the plasmodium they will know what is the best treatment for you, they take test and interrogate all of us, don't tell him I told you but Reles almost passed out when he saw the needle " He attempt to laugh but was still weak so he only smiled.

"Well is rewarding seen you on my dead bed, I'm quite honored, tears look oddly beautiful on you" He said and a small smile form in your lips.

"And you are still delirious" You said looking for a piece of cloth, and cold water from the sink to put on his head. "Here, try to rest, I'll come see you later" you told him but before your hand could leave his head he hold you still "What?"

"I might be dying, so you owe me at least listening me like adults" He said forcing you to stay next to him.

"You are not dying" you said trying to sound like it didn't matter and failing miserably "you are not, but fine. Let's talk" you concede.

"I'm sorry" he started contrary to what you had expected. "I had no idea how you looked before we met, and i was under no circumstances trying to seduce you to lure you back to America" you blush and regret your decision to stay by his side.

"I'm sorry too" You responded after a while "You have done so much helping me, even when half of the trouble I caused was preventable if I haven't trusted in the wrong people." You said and he hold your hand softly, he didn't want to hear about that, and you knew it so you took all the courage you have to continue. "And I'm sorry I over reacted, I am so used to people coming to me with second intentions that I just pushed you away to avoid getting hurt, and I just end up making other people hurt you"

"I'm sorry I make you come to the ship, I knew you wanted to stay" he said sincerely.

"It's okay, I have to make sure you stay alive, you know for the boys, maybe working at Monarch with you and Brooks won't be so bad"

"Well you can always run away from us in Hawaii, or maybe... we could run away together" He gave you a pleading look, and for moment you could imagine that life, keep running away, by his side, the soldier that never came home, and the idealist doctor, and keep leaving ghosts in every island, trying to find happiness apart from the world, but together. He kissed you, but this time it wasn't a lusty hunger kiss, nor passionate and angry like before, it was reassuring and you knew no matter what your answer was, he was on your side, for the first time you had someone on your side "So what do you say?"

But you couldn't answer because out of nowhere your stomach make you nauseous and you rush to the toilet to empty its content.

"Are you okay dear?" He screamed from the bed "I'm trying bloody hard to not take this as criticism"

"I'm okay, but I'm going to check your tests and start taking the pills before I end up confessing my sins on the fever like you" you said and walked out of the bathroom to saw him "We can talk later" you assure him.

You marched inside the medical office and started to look in the cabinets, when the young doctor that had received Conrad walked in.

"I'm sorry, I start feeling the symptoms and I thought it would be better if I start on the chloroquine before it gets worse" you excuse yourself.

"That would be great, if any of you had Malaria" he said offering you a seat that you take since he speak with a Texan accent and an authoritarian voice that made up from his young face "But we test all of you and what our SAS friend has is more likely a stomach flu from some bad shrimp, I was just on my way to tell him." He said and you sigh in relief, but also concerned about your own symptoms

"Oh that's great, but I start barfing too, and I didn't had the shrimp last night" you said and he took out a small file with your name that the nurses had put together earlier.

"Well it may be motion sickness, we are in a boat after all, or maybe... you told the nurse you didn't remember when was your last period?" He said looking the file.

"Well we have been in the jungle almost a month so I wasn't exactly counting" you tried to joke.

"The change of environment can trigger the vomit, or if you had sex in the past three weeks you might be pregnant" He smiled and all the weight of the world fall into your shoulders instantly. "In any case you should rest and let alone my medical cabinets, go with nurse Matthews she will give you some vitamins" he said but you were not longer listening.

No, it couldn't be that, right? You tried to convince your mind, but deep down you knew it was true, what would he think? He was a soldier, a man of the field, not a father, and you were obviously not a mother, what will happen now? Now that he wanted to run away in the world next to you, a baby had a place on that plan?.

Two days later Conrad was out of the medical bay and trying to approach you, offering you a fresh start from the afternoon you pause all those weeks ago in Malaysia.

But the stolen kisses on the hallways, and his nightly incursions on your cabin only made it harder for you to find a way to come clean about your news, even when the idea had already sink in your mind, because it was a baby, and it was his baby, how could you not be happy and grateful? Yet you haven't say anything to him.

Four days later he had spend the whole day walking on the deck with you, like if the planes and choppers were an appropriate sighting for a date.

"We'll be in Hawaii soon" He started "If you want to go out for a walk in the morning and get lost in the jungle we have to star planning now" he said and you were looking at the ocean trying to make up your mind.

"Maybe... I was wondering about the work you do at Monarch, maybe I will give it a chance" you start not sure how the whole we are having a baby situation will fit in your speech "I mean if you want to travel the world it might help to have a paying job for a while" you were nervously touching your hands.

"Of course, also when the baby comes I would like to have a proper house for him to be... or she, I don't care you know? as long as they're healthy" he said and you nodded yes.

"Yeah of course... what??" You look at him and he had the most radiant smile on his face, and he was clearly holding his laugh and apparently tears, of joy? "How do you know?

"Well nurse Matthews saw us kissing and then she complained about how Children this days keep having children out of wedlock" he said and you hide your face on your hands.

"I was really going to tell you... for real is just..." but you didn't have the words in you, and the tears were running on your face

"I know, it's fine, I mean is a little soon but if I'm honest I'm tired of running, and after all we've been trough I couldn't imagine a single person to share this experience with" He said cleaning the tears from your face.

"You sure?" You asked again, needing to hear it from his mouth.

"I'm sure, I fall in love with you when I saw you scaring local vendors in Malaysia and then fighting guerilla liders in Borneo, I even loved you when you vomit after kissing me for real, I'm completely taken by you Y/N"

"I fall in love with you too James" you said, and his expression got serious for a moment. "What?"

"Nothing, is just that I'm going to miss Prince Charming" he said giving you again the disarming smile that had started all this adventure.

The end

@damalseer

@kinghiddlestonanddixon (I hope you like the end)

#captain james conrad x reader #james conrad x reader #captain james conrad x you #james conrad imagine #captain james conrad #james conrad #kong skull island #kong skull island fanfiction #reg slivko #joe reles #glenn mills #tom hiddleston

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whumphoarder · 6 years ago

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Dad Level: 3000

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu while visiting the Stark family (and Happy) at the lake house during his spring break from MIT. Thankfully, Tony has been spending the last five years honing his Dad Skills™. He's got this.

Word count: 5,227

Genre: sickfic, hurt/comfort, fluff, whump

A/N: This story is set in March 2025. Morgan is five and Peter is 18 (but also 23 on paper, which totally isn’t confusing at all).

Most of the events of Infinity War/Endgame happened, except Captain Marvel did the snap with her mighty-glowing-lady-warrior-powers and so no one freaking died.

Thanks to @sallyidss and @xxx-cat-xxx for beta reading <3

Link to read on AO3

Tony walks into the kitchen Monday morning to see his five-year-old daughter standing on her tiptoes on a chair, attempting to reach a small cardboard box inside the open freezer.

“What is this, a heist?” he asks, moving towards Morgan. He loops an arm around her middle and lifts her into his arms, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head and causing the little girl to giggle. “I thought Mommy said no juice pops before noon.”

“It’s for Peter,” she says simply.

“Oh it’s for Peter, is it?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow. “And why does Peter need a juice pop at ten in the morning?”

“Because he doesn’t feel good and juice pops always make me feel better,” Morgan concludes.

Tony’s brow furrows, but he just steps closer to the freezer to allow her to reach into the box properly. Now that he thinks about it, Peter had seemed pretty wiped last night, but he’d brushed it off as midterm exam stress. “I think he likes the orange ones best,” he advises.

Morgan fishes out an orange popsicle and Tony lowers her back down to the floor. She skips off down the hall, around the corner, and all the way to the cabin’s guest bedroom where the kid has been staying for the past two days since MIT spring break had officially begun. Tony follows along, his frown deepening when she continues straight through the room and pushes open the slightly ajar door to the ensuite bathroom.

It’s a sorry sight indeed. Peter is slumped on the floor, propped up between the bathtub and toilet, eyes half-closed and his cheek resting on the edge of the bowl. One arm is wrapped around his stomach and he’s pale and sweaty.

Morgan, bless her heart, runs right over to him. “I got you a juice pop!” she says brightly.

Peter blinks up at her and then swallows thickly before offering her the weakest of smiles. “Oh. Thanks,” he croaks. “Uh, do you think you can do me a big favor and eat it for me?”

Spinning around, Morgan gazes up at Tony, her eyes big. “Can I?”

Despite his growing concern, Tony huffs out a quick laugh. “Sure, why not,” he agrees. Pepper is the one always reminding him to choose his battles after all. “We’ll just keep this one to ourselves.”

As Morgan unwraps the plastic from her popsicle, Peter closes his eyes tightly and swallows again, face draining even further of color.

Tony pats Morgan on the shoulder. “Hey, why don’t you go eat that with Uncle Happy? I’m gonna sit here with Peter for a little while.”

“Okay,” she agrees, spinning around on her heel.

The moment she’s gone, Tony’s attention turns back to his other kid, who is looking even more miserable now. “Not feeling so hot, huh?”

Peter shakes his head slightly, letting his eyelids squeeze shut again. “‘M’sorry,” he murmurs.

If Peter didn’t look so pathetic right now, Tony would have rolled his eyes. Instead, he just lets out a small sigh. “Not your fault, kiddo,” he assures. “You throw up?”

“Not yet,” Peter mumbles, then swallows again. “Just... feel really sick.”

“C’mon, Happy’s tuna casserole wasn’t that bad…” he tries to joke, but it falls flat when Peter doesn’t so much as smirk.

Tony steps further into the bathroom and crouches down beside the kid, wincing as his knees click in protest. “Is it just your stomach?”

“I dunno.” Peter shrugs tiredly. “Kinda ache all over...”

Tony places his hand on the back of Peter’s neck and instantly can feel the heat radiating off the kid’s sweaty skin. Peter shivers at the touch. “Your hand is really cold,” he complains.

“Nah, you’re just warm,” Tony disagrees, moving his hand to press to Peter’s forehead instead. He sighs and pushes himself back up to standing. “Think you’ll be okay here for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Peter croaks, looking a little guilty. “You really don’t have to stay. I know you’re busy…”

“Ah, see that’s the beauty of the retired stay-at-home-dad life,” Tony retorts, straightening back up to standing. “This is literally my job now.”

Before Peter has a chance to dwell too much on that response, Tony exits the room and heads to the master bathroom to locate the thermometer, and then to his lab to grab the bottle of spidey-kid-strength painkiller and fever reducer pills he and Bruce had concocted. Hopefully, they wouldn’t have to use them—he knows Peter hates the way the meds knock him on his ass and make his thoughts fuzzy and disconnected—but he figures it would be good to have them on hand just in case.

After making a quick detour through the kitchen for a can of ginger ale and some crackers, he heads back to the guest room, quickening his pace when he hears the telltale sound of retching and splashing issuing from the bathroom.

“Aw, Pete…” He winces in sympathy at the gagging boy. Peter’s nose is running and his eyes are red and wet with tears.

“Flu was going ‘round the dorm last week…” Peter moans as Tony sets the items down on the counter and wets a washcloth at the sink. “Thought I lucked out. Guess not.”

Tony places a hand on the kid’s sweaty t-shirt to start rubbing circles on his back. But he freezes instantly when he feels Peter tense up at the touch.

“You alright?” he checks, hand hovering just over the kid’s shoulder blades.

“Yeah,” Peter rasps. “Jus’... you never did that before.”

Tony recalls the handful of times he’d seen Peter sick during their time together before. Vomit has never fazed him—he’s had much too colorful of a past for that—but before he was definitely more inclined to offer a joke or a sarcastic remark than to settle for being a comforting presence. Funny what five years with a child who turns into a clingy octopus whenever she’s ill have done to him.

Then again, Morgan is in kindergarten while Peter is eighteen (or twenty-three, according to his birth certificate—it’s been over a year since Thanos and still no one seems entirely sure how to refer to the un-vanished). Maybe the Comforting Presence™ protocol is different for teenagers.

He is just about to offer to step out in order to give the kid some privacy when Peter interrupts his thoughts. “’S’nice,” he murmurs. “May does it too.”

Tony’s heart swells a bit. Then the moment is shattered when Peter suddenly sticks his head back over the toilet and starts gagging again.

“Alright, alright, get it all out…” With a small sigh, Tony lowers himself down to sit on the floor beside Peter and resumes rubbing his back.

When he’s finally finished, Tony flushes the toilet and Peter slumps back against the tub, his eyes closed. Instinctively, Tony lifts the washcloth up to wipe his messy face. Peter flinches at the contact and weakly reaches a hand up to take the cloth.

“Sorry, can do it myself,” he mumbles. “‘S’gross…”

Tony gives a quick snort. “Nah, you know what’s really gross? When I found Morgan’s secret booger stash on the side of her bedroom dresser.” He shudders dramatically.

Almost instantly, Tony regrets his comment when it triggers another round of heaving from Peter. “Sorry, kiddo,” he says as he rubs Peter’s back. “That was on me.”

This time when the spasms cease and Peter slumps back against the tub, he doesn’t bother protesting when Tony cleans his face and flushes the evidence away for him. Tony cracks open the can of ginger ale and passes it to the kid.

“Small sips, okay?” he instructs, reaching up to the counter for the thermometer.

“Can’t FRIDAY just tell you that?” Peter asks as Tony flips on the device.

“Morgan’s pediatrician convinced me this is more accurate,” Tony replies, inserting it in Peter’s ear. “Just be glad she’s graduated to the aural one now. You would not be happy about where this guy had me sticking it for the first year or so.”

“Huh?” Peter blinks at him. Then all of a sudden it seems to click and he groans, “Mr. Starrrk.”

The thermometer beeps. Still smirking, Tony lowers the device down to read the display. His grin falters for a second at the number.

“Wha’s it say?” Peter croaks.

“Nothing we can’t fix,” Tony replies briskly.

“But what’s it say?” Peter repeats. He weakly attempts to get the thermometer from Tony’s grip, but his mentor just holds the device out of his reach, lightly swatting the kid’s hand away.

Peter stares blankly at Tony for a second before glancing upwards. “What’s my temp, FRI?” he asks wearily.

“103.2,” FRIDAY reports.

Tony scoffs, finally flipping around the thermometer to show the ‘103.1’ displayed on the screen. “See? The doctor was right—manual is much better.”

Peter glances nervously at the orange pill bottle on the counter. “Does that mean I have to take the meds?” he whispers.

Tony hesitates for a second. While he knows 103 is not exactly life-threatening, it’s still a far cry from normal. “It would probably make you feel better if we could get it lower,” he reasons.

“It’s not worth it,” Peter mumbles. “They make me feel weird.”

“I wish we had something better for you, bud,” Tony says with a sigh. He considers their options for a moment. “Alright, how about we wait a while and see if it goes down on its own?” he suggests. “But if you hit 104, I’m making an executive decision.”

“Deal,” Peter croaks.

They sit there for a few more minutes, Peter taking deep breaths and looking like he might fall asleep right there against the tub. Finally, Tony’s stiff back protests. “How’s your stomach now?” he asks.

Without opening his eyes, Peter lifts a hand and makes a so-so gesture.

“Well, you seem pretty empty,” Tony goes on. “What do you say we move this party elsewhere?”

“Mm...‘kay,” Peter breathes. Tony pushes himself up to standing and helps him up, supporting him under the elbows. Peter sways on his feet. “Whoa…” he murmurs.

Tony quickly adjusts his grip to get a better hold on the kid. “You dizzy?” he asks.

“Kinda,” Peter admits. ”Just need a sec.”

When it seems like he can safely move without passing out, Tony helps him out of the bathroom and sits him on the edge of the bed.

“Let’s change your shirt, okay?” Tony says.

“Huh?” Peter glances down, for the first time seeming to notice how soaked with sweat his shirt is. “Oh. Yeah.”

Tony locates (what he hopes is) a clean t-shirt from the kid’s messy duffel bag on the floor and watches him pull it on. The simple act seems to take far more effort than usual.

“You wanna go back to sleep?” Tony offers.

Peter’s only response is a non-committal grunt. “Don’t think I can,” he admits. “Woke up at like, six. Couldn’t really fall back asleep.”

“Should we try the couch then?”

At the kid’s nod, Tony guides him out to the living room, keeping a firm grip around Peter’s upper arm for support. Morgan, Happy, and a staggering array of the five-year-old’s favorite toys are currently occupying at least two-thirds of the room’s large sectional sofa while reruns of Peppa Pig play on the TV.

“Peter!” Morgan exclaims when he comes into view. She hops down off the sofa and runs over to them while Happy stands up and starts clearing off some of the cushions to make room for Peter. “Is your tummy feeling better?” she asks. “Can you play now?”

Despite how miserable Peter looks, he manages to give her a half-smile. “Um, maybe in a little while…”

Tony takes pity on the kid and intervenes. “Peter’s not feeling that great, so how about we just watch a movie?” he suggests as he situates the teenager on the chaise section of the couch.

Morgan’s eyes light up. “Can we see Frozen 3?”

“God no,” Happy grumbles, sinking down into a nearby armchair. “That damn song with all of Olaf’s little frolicking snowball children was stuck in my head for a week last time.”

“There’s a Frozen 3 now?” Peter questions, his brow wrinkling. “There wasn’t even a Frozen 2 when I got dusted.”

“Yeah, well, global crisis or not, Disney marches on,” Tony retorts. He tugs a fuzzy blanket out of the stack in the wicker bin by the fireplace and tosses it to Peter, who gives a little grunt of thanks. “For the record, Cars 4 was better than Cars 2, but it was no Cars 3.”

“See, I think they peaked at Cars 5: European Adventure,” Happy argues.

“Nah,” Tony scoffs. “There were at least three too many roundabout jokes.”

“But Mater and Fillmore driving the Autobahn was peak comedy.”

Peter is still struggling to unfold the blanket, so Tony takes it back and shakes it open for him. “What are you in the mood for, kid?” he asks as he tucks it around Peter.

“Whatever you want,” Peter mumbles, leaning back against the pillows. He looks utterly exhausted—Tony figures he’ll be lucky to make it fifteen minutes into the movie before falling asleep. Best to go with something he’s already seen then.

“Lilo & Stitch?” he suggests.

The kids agree, Morgan with much more enthusiasm than Peter. Happy even gives his begrudging blessing on the basis that at least it’s ‘not another damn musical’.

(As if FRIDAY didn’t already have half a dozen audio recordings of him singing “Let It Go” in the shower).

Tony instructs FRIDAY to start the movie before heading back to Peter’s bathroom to gather all the supplies he left, and also snags the room’s small trash can because if there’s one thing he’s learned from Morgan, it’s that you can never be too careful.

Peter’s breathing has already evened out as the opening credits fade from the screen and Tony sinks down into the sofa beside him, and by the time Lilo explains why she can’t give Pudge a tuna fish sandwich, Peter is snoring quietly.

To Tony’s relief, Peter sleeps straight through the remainder of the movie, with Happy joining him somewhere around the halfway point. The moment the film ends, Morgan hops off the sofa. “I’m hungry,” she announces. “Can we have mac and cheese?”

Peter gives a low moan and stirs slightly in his sleep. Tony locks eyes with Morgan and presses a finger to his lips, tilting his head sideways in the boy’s direction.

Her eyes go wide with understanding and she tries again in a stage whisper (which honestly isn’t any better than her normal volume). “Can we have mac and cheese?”

Sighing, Tony pushes himself up to standing and prods her along to the kitchen. “Fine. But only if you eat a vegetable with it.”

Morgan grins. “Okay! I want corn.”

“Corn isn’t a real vegetable,” Tony grumbles. He steers them both into the room and moves towards the cabinet where they keep the pasta. “Pick something green.”

Her face falls for a moment. Then, just as quickly as they darkened, her eyes light up again. “Green jello!”

Tony rolls his eyes. He takes out a box of mac and cheese and then opens the fridge to take stock of what’s on hand. “You’re getting cucumber,” he says after a moment.

“I don’t like cucumber,” she pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

Tony frowns at her. “But you said it was your favorite last week.”

“I don’t like it anymore,” she says simply. “It’s gross. Can we have pudding?”

“That’s the opposite of a vegetable,” Tony argues. “So if you’re eating that, now you have to have two vegetables.”

“Um… Potato chips?” she asks hopefully.

Tony runs a hand over his face in exasperation. “No, that’s not a—”

“Hey Tony?” Happy’s voice calls from the living room. There’s an edge of worry to it. “Can you come here?”

“Yeah, coming,” Tony replies, a feeling of dread already sinking in. He heads back to the living room, Morgan tailing along behind.

The sight awaiting him causes Tony’s heart to clench. Happy is standing over Peter, urgently shaking his shoulder while the kid moans incoherently and tosses in his sleep, clearly in the midst of a nightmare.

“He’s not waking up,” Happy says worriedly.

“I got it,” Tony says, quickly closing the distance between himself and the sofa. “Hey, Pete, naptime is over,” he commands as he taps Peter’s unusually warm cheek. “C’mon, rise and shine. I’d offer to make you some breakfast, but it looks like you’re already cookin’…”

It takes a moment, but finally Peter wakes. His eyes snap open and he sits up gasping.

“There we go,” Tony soothes, rubbing a hand down Peter’s arm. “You’re alright.”

Peter blinks at him. “...Mr. Stark?” Tears are already welling up in the kid’s eyes and falling before he can stop them. His breath hitches in his throat. “Oh god…” he sobs. “I thought… I-I was trapped and...”

“It’s okay.” He sits down beside Peter on the sofa and wraps an arm around him, pulling him into his side. Even six years out from the initial snap, Tony still has nightmares—he can only imagine what Peter must be going through. “You’re okay, you’re safe, just a dream,” he assures.

“Daddy?” Morgan asks nervously. Tony glances back and sees her standing just inside the room’s threshold, lip trembling.

“Hey, munchkin,” Tony says, giving her a forced smile. “Peter’s fine. You wanna go teach Uncle Happy how to make the mac and cheese? Don’t let him add tuna.”

Eyes still locked on Peter, Morgan nods slowly.

Happy moves over to take her hand. “C’mon, kiddo,” he says as he ushers her back to the kitchen. “And don’t listen to your daddy, tuna is a great source of protein…”

The moment they leave, Tony focuses his attention back on Peter, who is just now starting to get his breathing back under control.

“‘M’sorry…” Peter chokes out. “I just thought I was trapped there, and, and…”

“It’s okay, Pete,” Tony says gently. “You’re here with me, not on Titan, not in the soul stone. You’re safe.”

“Titan?” Peter asks, his brow wrinkling. “Wha’ about Titan?”

Tony frowns. “Your nightmare? Trapped on Titan, right?”

Peter’s tears have stopped now and he’s staring at Tony with glassy eyes. “Wasn’t on Titan,” he mutters. “Nick Fury found out I was a spider and sucked me up in a giant vacuum cleaner”—his breath hitches again—“an’ I was swirlin’ around and I couldn’t get out, and someone was chasing me with a giant spray can, and there was this cat but like, a monster cat, and—”

Okay, that wasn’t what Tony expected. He places a hand on Peter’s forehead and feels the heat pouring off of him. Taking the thermometer from the coffee table, he turns it on and sticks it in Peter’s ear.

When it beeps this time, the display reads 104.2.

Tony lets out a low whistle, already starting to untangle the blanket from around Peter. “Alright... guess we’re doing the meds now.”

Peter groans, rubbing a hand at his eyes. “Mr. Stark…”

“Nope, non-negotiable,” Tony replies. He grabs the pill bottle from the coffee table along with the package of crackers. “And you have to eat something so they stay down.”

Despite his grumbling, Peter takes the crackers Tony passes him and nibbles at them between sips of ginger ale. When he’s managed to get two down, Tony gives him the pill.

“I know you’re not a fan, but it’ll help with the pain too,” Tony promises.

“Hm, that’s good…” Peter croaks. “Have a headache. And my throat hurts.”

Tony hums in sympathy. “I can imagine.”

Stepping out, he wets a washcloth with cool water in the bathroom and returns to place it over Peter’s forehead and eyes.

Immediately, Peter lets out a sigh. “That’s really nice,” he whispers.

They rest like that for a few minutes until a small voice interrupts them. “Um, Peter?”

Peter lowers the cloth and both of them glance back to see Morgan padding into the room, a stuffed corgi dog plushie tucked under one arm, an orange popsicle clutched in the other hand. Happy is standing just inside the threshold, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed casually.

“Hey.” Peter manages a half-smile.

“I got you another juice pop,” she says, handing it over. “And this is Korg, he’ll make you feel better,” she adds as she nestles the toy into the crook of Peter’s elbow.

“Korg?” Peter questions as his fingers fumble to unwrap the popsicle.

“Thor named him,” Tony replies. “Apparently he’s got a buddy with the same name—thought it would be hilarious when he learned what this breed was called.”

“Uncle Happy said you had a scary dream,” Morgan goes on, plopping down on the couch next to the boy.

Peter’s already fever-flushed face goes a little redder. “Oh, yeah. I guess it was kinda silly.”

“You can tell Korg about it,” she says, stroking the plush dog’s head. “He can’t laugh because he’s not real.”

Seeming caught off guard by that, Peter barks out a sharp laugh which quickly morphs into coughs, but Tony is glad because it’s the first real humor he’s seen from the kid all day.

While Happy and Morgan eat their mac and cheese—with tuna for Happy, peas for Morgan—Tony manages to cajole Peter into eating half a can of chicken noodle before the kid nods off with the spoon halfway to his mouth.

“Sorry...” Peter murmurs as Tony dabs the spilled broth off his shirt with a wad of paper towels. “Tired.”

Tony sighs. “Yeah, that would be the meds kicking in,” he says. He checks Peter’s temperature again and sees it’s down to 102.7 now. “At least they’re working.”

“Hmm…” Peter hums sleepily.

“Let’s go ahead and move you to your real bed,” Tony decides. “It’ll be more comfortable to stretch out.”

“Hmm…” he says again.

Tony hoists the wobbly boy to his feet, supporting him under his arm. “You should probably have a shower when you wake up, but I’m thinking it’s a safety concern at the moment.”

“Hmm…”

“Okay, not in the chattiest mood, I get it…”

Tony shuffles him back to the guest room and changes his shirt again. Then he helps Peter crawl into bed and pulls the covers up around him.

“Alright underoos, take a nap,” he says softly. “I’ll keep the little troublemaker from bothering you.”

“Hmm... and Morgan too?” Peter murmurs.

“Smartass,” Tony says, rolling his eyes. “Keep an eye on him, FRI,” he commands the AI. “Sleep well, kid.”

After fixing himself his own lunch, Tony spends the next two hours alternating between entertaining a rambunctious five-year-old and trying to catch up on his backlog of SI paperwork for Pepper. He’s sitting at the kitchen table with Morgan, watching her color a page out of her Frozen 3 coloring book, as he skims through yet another proposal on his tablet. That’s when FRIDAY’s voice comes over the speakers.

“Boss, Peter’s temperature has just reached 103 degrees. He is awake and appears to be in distress,” FRIDAY reports.

“Shit,” Tony mutters, getting to his feet.

“You said only Mommy can say that word,” Morgan complains as she colors Elsa’s hair bright purple.

“Yeah, yeah, I was just borrowing it from her,” he mutters. “I’m gonna go check on Peter, okay?”

She nods, still coloring intently. “‘Kay.”

Tony hurries out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the guest bedroom, fully prepared to talk Peter down from another nightmare. What he’s not prepared for is the sight that awaits him.

Peter is sitting up in bed, hunched over himself and trembling. Liquidy vomit is running all down his shirt and soaking into the comforter.

“Aw, bud…” Tony sighs, quickly moving over to the bed. “You really go all out, don’t you?”

Peter doesn’t even look up. His breaths are coming out far too quick, and he’s mumbling something under his breath.

Tony places a hand on his shoulder, causing Peter to jerk his head up, revealing the tear tracks trailing down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Tony asks in alarm.

“S-Sorry…” Peter chokes out. “I just, for a minute, I didn’t know where I was. Called for May and she didn’ answer, so thought I was at the d-dorm, but this isn’t a bunk bed, an’ then I thought I was in the stone but it’s not orange, and then I felt sick but I couldn't get up fast enough, and I just—”

(Okay so the PTSD was just a bit delayed.)

“You’re okay, you’re fine,” Tony assures, rubbing a hand up and down over the kid’s back. “You’re here at the lake house and you’re safe.”

“’M’sorry…” Peter sniffs, hanging his head. “This is dumb, maybe I should just have May come pick me up”—his nose is dripping and he sniffs again—“you shouldn’t have to take care of me when I’m being all gross”—sniff—“a-and...”

Absently, Tony pulls several tissues from the box on the nightstand and holds them to Peter’s messy face. “Blow.”

Peter goes silent and Tony freezes as the realization of what he’s just done sinks in.

Tissues still pressed to his nose, Peter raises an eyebrow to his mentor. “D-Did… Did you just tell me to blow my nose?”

Tony recovers quickly. “C’mon, it’s swallowing all that crap that’s making you feel sick in the first place,” he points out. “Now blow.”

So Peter does.

Tony lowers the used tissue back down and tosses it into the trash can. “Better?”

Looking mildly traumatized, Peter deadpans, “Iron Man just wiped my nose.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll live,” Tony dismisses him with a hand wave. Then in a more gentle tone, he asks, “Now do you really want to go home? Because I get it if you do, but I promise, I really don’t mind taking care of you. And with your healing, you’ll probably be feeling better in another day or so. There’ll still be plenty of your break left.”

Peter hesitates. “I dunno. I mean…” He shrugs. “I guess, I don’t really want to leave, but…” he trails off, sounding conflicted.

After a moment, Tony intervenes. “Okay, here’s an idea,” he suggests, as casually as he can manage. “You’re looking a little more steady now, so how about I run a load of laundry and you go take a shower? You can call May after and decide what you want to do. Then we’ll go from there.”

A look of relief instantly washes over Peter at the suggestion. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he whispers. “Thanks.”

During the next half hour, Tony checks on Morgan—who is contentedly playing with toys on her bedroom floor—before stripping Peter’s bed and running a load of laundry. When he reenters the guestroom, he finds Peter sitting on the bare mattress in fresh pajamas and with wet hair, looking much more relaxed.

“How’s May?” Tony asks.

Peter shrugs. “Her shift just ended. She said she’s sorry I’m sick.” He pauses for a beat. “Also said she’s not surprised, given all the all-nighters I pulled during the last two weeks and the fact I’ve been mostly living off cereal, ramen noodles, and Fig Newtons this semester.”

Tony snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, that’ll do it.” According to FRIDAY, the lukewarm water of the shower has had the added benefit of bringing Peter’s temperature down to just over 102 and he’s looking significantly better for it. “Still wanna bail on us?”

Peter shakes his head, a bit sheepish. “Not if you don’t mind me staying.”

“Nah, ‘course not,” Tony assures. “Now you wanna go see if Morgan’s up for another movie yet?”

Peter agrees and the two of them shuffle upstairs. As they approach the landing, they can hear muffled voices issuing from the little girl’s bedroom.

“Do you want some more?” Morgan’s voice floats down the hall.

“Yeah, fine. Two sugar, no cream…” a gruff voice replies. “And one of those cookies.”

“No, no you have to call it a biscuit,” she insists, her tone just bordering on a whine. “Mommy says that’s more fancy.”

“It’s a double-stuffed Oreo,” Happy grouses. “It’s a goddamn cookie.”

Peter shoots his mentor a perplexed look. Tony just gives a shrug in return as he pushes Morgan’s door open and then they both immediately pause.

Happy glances up at them from where he’s seated cross-legged on the floor beside the kiddie table. One of Pepper’s silk scarves is wrapped around his shoulders making some sort of shawl, and he’s wearing Morgan’s flowery sun hat with several of her homemade plastic beaded necklaces hanging around his neck. Meanwhile, Morgan sits in the chair to his right, pouring pretend tea from her little plastic teapot into a tiny cup.

Peter leans closer into his mentor’s side. “I think my fever went up,” he whispers. “I’m hallucinating.”

Happy shrugs. “What can I say? She makes a mean chamomile.” Pinching the minuscule handle of his teacup between his thumb and forefinger, pinky raised, he lifts it to his lips and mimes taking a sip.

“Do you guys wanna join us?” Morgan asks hopefully. She’s dressed in her yellow Princess Belle dress and her hair is sporting a loose braid that definitely wasn’t there last time Tony saw her.

Peter hesitates a second, looking into the little girl’s wide eyes. Then he lets out a small sigh. “Well, May did say I should be drinking more fluids…” he mutters as he moves towards the kiddie table, Tony following along behind.

When Pepper arrives home from work just past seven that evening, she finds Peter, Tony, and Happy passed out on the sofa and snoring softly amid an array of Morgan’s plush toys. The little girl sits beside them with a bowl of popcorn nestled in her lap, intently watching Frozen 3 on the room’s massive TV.

“Mommy!” Morgan greets, hopping off the sofa and running over to her.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Pepper says as she scoops the five-year-old up in her arms. She gazes around the room, taking in the interesting fashion choices on display. It seems half of her accessory drawer has been commandeered to adorn the three men on the sofa.

Morgan’s full plastic tea service—now complete with Gatorade in the teacups and Saltine crackers on the plastic saucers—has been moved to the living room coffee table. Besides the dishes, the table also contains the thermometer, an empty soup bowl, and a box of tissues, and on the floor in front of the couch is a lined trash can. “What happened here?” she asks.

“Peter didn’t feel good, but Daddy took his temperature and gave him medicine and I got him juice pops,” Morgan reports. “And then we had tea and I gave Uncle Happy and Daddy makeovers.”

Pepper peers closer, noticing the two older men’s nails are painted with sparkly lilac-colored polish and their cheeks are looking a bit more glittery than normal.

“Good girl,” Pepper praises, giving her a quick kiss on her forehead. “Looks like you all took good care of each other.”

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#sick peter parker #peter parker whump #irondad fic #spiderman fic #flu #fluffy illness #sickfic #morgan stark #my fic

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drteresarichter · 5 years ago

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Should I stifle a fever?

By Teresa Richter, ND

We’ve all been there, stuck in bed, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, body aches, shivering, feeling like death warmed over. Your first inclination may be to take something to bring your fever down. We have all been taught since childhood, if you have a fever, take something to bring it down. This may actually be doing more harm than letting the fever be.

When our body has a fever, it is our immune system responding to a pathogen, in most cases. A pathogen is something that makes you sick such as a bacteria, virus, or other micro-organism that can cause disease. When you get infected with a pathogen, it is a good thing for your body to develop a fever. By mounting this fever response, your body is setting off a series of mechanisms to make sure the body’s immune system takes effective action against those pathogens. Taking something to bring down a fever could interfere with those mechanisms that could in turn interfere with your body’s ability to fight off the cold, flu, or other pathogens that are infecting it.

A fever is characterized by a body temperature of 100.4 and above. A fever on its own is harmless and an indication that your body is fighting something, An infection such as the flu is the most common cause of fever. There are some non-infectious reasons for getting a fever such as ovulation, vaccines, and some inflammatory conditions. The main problem with having a fever is that it makes you feel so bad.

Some common symptoms of fever often include:

sweat

shiver (chills)

have a headache

have achy muscles

not want to eat

break out in a rash

be restless

feel weak.

A very high fever can cause confusion, extreme sleepiness, irritability, and seizures.

There are times that a fever can become dangerous and does need to be treated. This would be if your fever reaches 103 degrees Fahrenheit. This is the time to call your doctor.

If your fever is below 104 degrees Fahrenheit and you can manage the body achy, chills, sweating, it is much better for your body to try and ride it out. This will allow your body to fight the pathogen much more effectively. Certainly, it can get to the point where you just can’t take the symptoms of the fever anymore. This would be the appropriate time to treat the fever temporarily and then to allow it to come back again for as long as you can stand it.

If you need to treat a fever, the following steps may help you to feel better:

Drink plenty of fluids to help cool your body and prevent dehydration.

Eat light foods that are easy to digest.

Get plenty of rest.

Take ibuprofen (Advil, Motrin, or others), naproxen, (Aleve, Naprosyn, or others), acetaminophen (Tylenol, others) or aspirin to help relieve head and body aches and lower your temperature.

Take a slightly warm, not cool, bath or apply damp washcloths to the forehead and wrists.

Dress lightly (even if you have chills).

It is also helpful if you are sick and not mounting a fever, to give yourself and “artificial” fever. This is done by raising your body temperature. You can take a hot bath, bundle up, drink hot tea, sit in a sauna. There are a few different ways to increase your body temperature to simulate having a fever to help your body fight a pathogen. Most pathogens are very comfortable at our normal body temperature of 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. When we mount a fever or increase our body temperature it makes the living conditions for them much less favorable.

In conclusion, allowing your body to have a fever unless it goes too high or becomes too uncomfortable can have a lot of benefits to fighting an illness. If a fever goes above 103 degrees Fahrenheit, please contact your doctor.

References:

https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/321889

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/fever/symptoms-causes/syc-20352759

https://www.health.harvard.edu/diseases-and-conditions/fever-in-adults2

https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/what-causes-a-fever/

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do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them · 6 years ago

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these chills didn’t come from the cold

@sanderssidescelebrations

Prompt #6: Sick

Warnings: sickness, obviously, but nothing gross/graphic at all

Pairings: Royality

Word Count: 3.5k

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This oneshot takes place sometime after the events of the fic Flirting with Danger I’m writing with @notveryglittery , the first chapter of which can be found here on tumblr and here on AO3! (No spoilers, unless you count the main pairing eventually getting together, which... what else did you expect?)

Patton woke in the middle of the night, still half-stuck in his dream of wandering through a snowy field. He wasn’t much warmer in reality, and it took him a long moment of sleepy confusion to figure out that this was because he’d kicked all the blankets off his bed. He grabbed his phone in order to make out where exactly they were and tried to reach for them without moving too much, squinting against the brightness, only to reach a little too far and end up face-down on the carpet with a muffled thud. Oh well, he had the blankets back now. At this hour, he really didn’t care where he fell asleep, as long as it wasn’t cold—he felt like he could hardly even move, he was so tired.

He got himself all wrapped up in the blankets without having to move too much, a snug little burrito on the floor, and tried to go back to sleep. He kind of wanted to cry when it didn’t work. Using his phone in the darkness had given him a headache and made his eyes hurt, he was a little bit sore from falling off the bed, and after all that he was still cold. Everything had been fine when he went to bed earlier! Why was this happening?? His head felt fuzzy and thinking was hard, so he struggled to get an arm out of the blankets to reach his phone and called the one person who could make it all better.

After a few rings, Roman picked up, and he felt a tiny bit better already upon hearing him mumble a sleepy “Hello..?”

Patton responded with a wordless sound of misery. “What?” Roman’s voice got a bit clearer, and also a bit worried. “Patton, darling, is something wrong? Why are you calling me at four in the morning?”

“M’cold,” he whined. “Need you… fix it…”

Roman couldn’t stand to hear his love so unhappy, and immediately decided he didn’t really need any more sleep anyway. “I’ll be there soon,” he promised, pushing himself out of bed.

“Yay… love you…”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you in a few minutes, my dear, alright?”

Patton hummed in agreement and ended the call by way of moving a little and accidentally pressing the button with his face.

Soon enough, Roman landed on the balcony with its festive tinsel-wrapped railings, which he insisted on doing so often they’d given him his own key for that door. He was still in his pajamas and didn’t even have shoes on, but it didn’t matter much, since the slight frost outside melted away around him before he ever touched it. He let himself in quietly and made his way to Patton’s room to find his boyfriend on the floor, cocooned in a couple of blankets and shivering. He rolled over to look up at Roman when he heard him come in, his eyes shining with frustrated tears. Roman hurried to sit down next to him and pull him into his arms.

“I’m here now, mi corazón, I’m here, don’t cry,” he soothed, rocking Patton gently. “What are you doing on the floor?”

“Blankets,” said Patton, as if that explained everything. Roman decided it wasn’t that important.

“Well, let’s get you back into bed, okay? It’s much more comfortable than the carpet.”

Roman scooped up the Pat-burrito effortlessly and set him on the bed. He tried to go look for more blankets then, but Patton got his other arm free and made grabby hands, and the hero caved immediately- he’d probably be a better heat source himself, anyway. He lay down next to his beloved and put an arm around his shoulders to hold him close and warm him up. Patton sighed and relaxed against him, leaning their heads together with a smile. It was a minute later before Roman’s eyes snapped open at the realization that Patton’s forehead should NOT have been the same temperature as his own.

He tried not to freak out, but it didn’t work very well. Oh god, what was he supposed to do about this? How bad of a sign even was it?! Roman didn’t know, he didn’t get sick like normal people! Patton seemed like he might be asleep already, and in any case he probably wasn’t coherent enough right now to be much help. How was he supposed to- oh, right, the internet. Roman wiggled his phone out of his pocket without disturbing Patton too much and searched, WHAT DO I DO ABOUT A FEVER??!?

The first few results told him it probably wasn’t a big deal unless it got above 103, and as long as that wasn’t the case all he could really do about it was make sure Patton stayed hydrated and as comfortable as possible. That was both a relief and a disappointment; he wished there were something he could do to just fix it, like Patton had asked him to. He hated letting him down just because of some stupid thing like the limitations of medical advancement.

“Patton,” he whispered. “Patton? …Are you awake?”

A soft “mhm” in response told him that while he might not have been asleep, he was pretty darn close.

“I’m going to get up for a bit, okay? You don’t seem to be feeling well, and I need to find a thermometer and make sure you don’t have a high fever.” He began to ease himself up, only for Patton to latch onto his shirt. Physically he could have pulled away, but the emotional consequences would have been unbearable.

“Nooo,” Patton mumbled. “Don’ go.”

“I’ll only be gone for a minute or two…” Still, Patton wouldn’t let go, shaking his head stubbornly. “Oh, all right. How about you come with me, then, and you can tell me where it is.” He made sure the blankets were still secure, then lifted him bridal-style.

Patton accepted this development with the ease of someone who was quite used to it by now and rested his head on Roman’s shoulder. “Medicine cabinet’s in the kitchen,” he reminded him. “Should be in there.”

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was sitting on the kitchen counter while Roman searched through the cabinet above his head. Well, okay, sitting was a strong word for it. He was sort of upright, but mostly slumped against Roman’s chest, feeling like his muscles had been replaced with overcooked and vaguely achy spaghetti. It wasn’t fun. He wanted to go back to sleep and stop feeling like this, but then there was a beep and Roman was nudging him and asking so nicely for him to open his mouth so he could take his temperature, and he sounded a little worried, and Patton didn’t want Roman to be worried, so he listened.

More beeps roused him from nearly falling asleep with the thermometer in his mouth. Roman looked at the display and hummed. “Well, you don’t need a doctor, at least.”

“Mm. That’s good.” He didn’t want to go to a doctor. He’d have to go outside for that, and outside was cold.

“You’re up around 102, though,” Roman continued. As soon as he got the thermometer put away, he wrapped his arms around Patton, hugging him close as though he could physically defend him from whatever virus he’d caught. “How are you feeling now, love? Is there anything you want?”

Patton thought about it for long enough that Roman began to wonder if he needed to wake him up again. “Advil?” he finally said- that would make the spaghetti feel better, right? And his head? Roman nodded and kissed his forehead before rummaging through the cabinet again. “An’ then sleep,” he added, pressing his face against Roman’s neck to hide from the light. “And you.”

Roman laughed softly and kissed him again. “You already have me,” he pointed out while stretching to fill a glass of water while still holding Patton up.

“You could leave, though…”

“I would never! What kind of hero, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you in your time of need?” He scanned the directions on the label and then struggled to open the bottle in order to hand Patton one of the pills. “Stupid childproof cap… Drink as much as you can, alright, love? I’m supposed to be giving you fluids.”

Patton took the medicine quietly and drained about a third of the glass. He did his best to set it down, but his hands were shaky. Roman took it from him before he could spill water all over the counter. “S’that good?”

“Yes, sweetheart, that’s perfect, thank you.” He picked him up again. “Now, let’s get back to bed, shall we?”

Patton nodded, or perhaps he merely stopped trying to hold his head up. Roman carried him back to his room and laid him in his bed. As soon as he returned from grabbing one more blanket and joined him, Patton cuddled up to his space-heater boyfriend and was out like a light.

When Virgil got up, it was almost noon. (Don’t judge him, he had a late shift today, it was fine.) He expected Patton to be long gone at this point. What he did not expect was to walk out of his room and find him cocooned in blankets on the living room couch, with Roman trying to coax him to eat something. It wasn’t working very well. In fact, right as Virgil came in, he gave up and let Patton go back to sleeping on him instead.

“Uh… What’s going on? Is Pat okay?”

Patton opened his eyes for half a second and gave him a tiny wave. “Morn’n Virge… M’sick…” He didn’t seem too bothered by that fact, possibly due to all the attentive care it seemed to be getting him- not that he ever had any shortage of attention from Roman. As Virgil was painfully aware.

“Virgil!” Wow, Roman had never sounded that happy to see him before. “Thank goodness- he called me last night, he has a fever, and I think I’m doing a fine job but this is not a foe I’ve ever had to face-”

“You have no idea what you’re doing.”

Roman nodded helplessly.

“Alright, let’s see…” Virgil made his way over to the couch, intending to critique his efforts. When he got closer, though, he quickly changed his mind. It looked like Roman hadn’t gotten much sleep, and he probably didn’t need Virgil being an asshole on top of that and worrying about his boyfriend. “Well, you’re not messing it up that bad.” Nailed it. “He’s not gonna want solid food right now, though. Make him some soup or something, I need to finish waking up.”

Virgil returned to his room and got dressed after a quick shower. Before going back to the living room, he called out of work for the day and texted Remy to cover his shift. He had a feeling he was going to be needed here.

…And it quickly became obvious just how correct he was. Roman was now in the kitchen, awkwardly stirring the soup he was heating on the stove while also keeping Patton from falling off the counter. Which, yes, Patton was on the counter. For some reason. He also seemed to be mostly asleep, what with how he was relying on Roman to keep him semi-upright.

“…Dude.”

Roman jumped and half-turned around, instinctively clutching Patton to his chest, who barely woke up and simply buried his face further in Roman’s shoulder. “You have got to stop sneaking up on me like that!” Meanwhile, a few wisps of darkness wrapped around the saucepan to steady it before it could spill hot soup everywhere.

“Hey, don’t yell at me when you’re doing… whatever this is.”

“I’m making soup!” Roman protested. “You told me to make soup!”

“I mean… true. Didn’t really expect you to need the stove for that, but.”

“Well, I couldn’t risk burning Patton!”

“Yeah, that brings us to our second question. Why, exactly, is Patton even in here?”

“I did try to leave him on the couch, but he looked so sad, I couldn’t do that to him…”

Ah, of course. If there were any exceptions to what Roman would do to keep Patton from being sad, they hadn’t been found yet. Sometimes Virgil thought his roommate had too much power. He sighed. “Alright, you useless gay, go sit down. I’ll take care of the soup.”

Roman hadn’t realized how stressed the situation was making him until Virgil offered to help. “Thank you,” he said, relief clear in his voice as he gathered Patton up to take him back to the living room.

“Yeah, yeah.” Virgil shooed him away, slightly embarrassed. “Get out of the kitchen before you try to knock everything over again.”

Patton tried to wave at him as they left the room, but he wasn’t sure how noticeable it was. Everything was still incredibly heavy, including his hands and fingers. Good thing Roman was so strong. Otherwise he’d probably have trouble carrying him around like this…

The next thing he knew, they were back on the couch, and he was in Roman’s lap. That was good, it was cozier this way. He squirmed even closer, relaxing when Roman grabbed blankets from the other end of the couch to tuck around him. Now it was nice and warm.

Roman noticed he seemed a bit more awake. “Are you feeling any better, dearheart?” he asked gently, brushing Patton’s hair away from his face. He couldn’t seem to stop asking that, every time Patton was conscious enough to answer. “Did you hear Virgil say he was going to make soup?”

Patton gave a muffled hum of agreement and asked hopefully, “Does that mean you’re staying here now?” He didn’t like when Roman had to get up… his object permanence wasn’t the best at the moment and it made him nervous. He didn’t like losing his source of warm cuddles, either.

“Yes, love, I’m staying.”

“Good. S’comfy here.” Patton closed his eyes, and the next thing he knew, Roman was trying to wake him up as gently as possible. He stirred slightly, only to turn and burrow further into Roman without opening his eyes.

Roman cupped his face with one hand and turned his head. “Hey, no, don’t go back to sleep yet…” He laughed softly as Patton still tried to resist being woken up. “Don’t you want the soup Virgil so kindly finished making?”

“Yeah, I’ll be real sad if you don’t try it.” Virgil poked Patton’s nose, trying to get his friend to smile. It worked, and Patton finally blinked his eyes open.

“Okay,” he agreed. “It smells good…” With Roman’s help, he sat up a bit better and disentangled himself from the blankets so he could eat it- mostly sipping the broth.

“Did you give him Nyquil before I got up or something?” Virgil wondered.

“Should I not have? He woke up early in the morning and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I thought-”

“Nah, you did fine, I was just gonna be worried if he was this out of it without any of that.” He sat on the other side of Patton and ruffled his hair fondly. “I told you it was too cold to be going places without a coat, y’know.”

Patton just nodded, conceding that he was right. Virgil gave Roman a bit more advice on taking care of him while he ate. After finishing about half the bowl of soup, Patton turned and curled up in Roman’s lap again, face pressed against his neck. Roman got the blankets re-situated, while Virgil went back to the kitchen to clean up. He returned to the living room to find Patton not immediately asleep like before, but rather complaining of a headache and unable to get comfortable. That worried him enough to check his temperature again, but it still wasn’t high enough to be dangerous, thankfully.

“Hmm. When was the last time he took medicine?”

Roman tried to think. Half of his attention, both currently and at the time, was going to stroking Patton’s hair and whispering reassurances to help him feel better. “Er… I believe it was before the sun rose?”

“Probably wearing off, then. I’ll go grab some more.”

As soon as he left, turning off the lights on the way, Roman went back to talking to Patton. “I know, love, I know you don’t feel well… it will be better soon, I promise…”

A minute later, Virgil dumped several different medicines on the coffee table. “Alright, you’re not gonna like me for this, Pat, but it’s for your own good.”

He could barely make out Patton’s muffled protest of “I would never not like you!”

“If you say so. Sit up and take this first, okay?” He waited for him to be ready, then gave him a pill to help with the headache he’d been talking about. “And, uh… sorry, but we only have the liquid Nyquil left right now, and I’m gonna make you take some so you won’t feel like shit.”

Patton immediately shook his head, which just made it hurt more, and tried to hide in Roman’s chest. “I’m not taking that, it’s gross.” Virgil sighed. He got so childish when he was sick.

“Come on. I get that it tastes bad, but it’s only in your mouth for like five seconds and then you can have something else to get rid of it. I’ll go to the store and get the pill kind soon, but you gotta take this right now so you won’t feel bad the whole time I’m gone.”

He shook his head again. “I’ll just wait.”

“No, Patton. You know every time we do this, you end up saying you’re glad I made you take the gross medicine.”

He reached for Patton’s shoulder to coax him to turn around, but he only made it as far as getting a glimpse of the medicine measured out in a little cup before he pulled away again and hid his face, clinging to Roman’s pajama shirt with a miserable whine.

“Oh, Patton. Oh, sweetheart.” Roman hated that Virgil was right; he wanted to keep Patton wrapped up in his protective hold and glare at Virgil for daring to upset him. “I know, honey, but it will help you feel better, okay? You just drink that, and then you can go back to sleep as long as you want. And I’ll be here, and I can sing to you or tell you stories or whatever you want, and I’ll feel so much better, too, knowing you don’t feel so bad anymore. Will you take it for me?” He tilted Patton’s chin up just slightly so he could look him in the eyes. “Please?”

Patton whined again- just to make sure everyone knew he really didn’t want to- and slowly, reluctantly turned around. He took the medicine and downed it as quickly as possible, making a face. Virgil passed him the lukewarm Sprite he’d been sipping at since that morning so he could get the taste out of his mouth, then stood up.

“Thanks for humoring us,” he said to Patton, mouth quirked in a smile. “I’m gonna go stock up on the other kind, need me to bring anything else in here before I leave?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Roman pointed out. Patton tried to think for a moment and shook his head.

“See you in like an hour, then. You better take good care of him while I’m gone.” He made an “I’m watching you” gesture towards Roman.

He pulled an offended face. “Of course! I wouldn’t dream of doing anything less for my dearest love, the light of my life, my-”

“Okay, you sap, I get it, you love him,” Virgil interrupted, fearing he’d go on like that forever if nobody made him stop. He’d once let him keep talking just to see what would happen, and after a few minutes the terms of affection had gotten both bafflingly obscure and unbearably mushy. “I’m going.” He grabbed his wallet from his room, zipped up his coat and left for the store.

The door closed, and silence settled over the apartment, broken occasionally by Patton shifting to get more comfortable and/or closer to Roman. The latter wrapped the blankets more completely around the both of them and leaned back against the couch cushions, holding Patton against his chest. He could do with a nap himself right about now; he could feel his power flagging a bit from fatigue, thus the reason he could be under this many blankets without overheating… and Patton certainly seemed well on his way to unconsciousness. The room was quiet and dark (save for the glow of the Christmas lights winding all around the room), he was very tired after all that early-morning stress, and his superhero instincts would surely wake him should he be needed for any reason. With that thought, Roman placed one more soft kiss on Patton’s forehead and allowed his love’s even breathing to lull him to sleep as well.

#sanders sides #sanders sides holiday month #royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #my post #my writing #there are a couple more of these prompts i wanna try to do #but probably not until next week

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dearlazerbunny · 6 years ago

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Fever Dreams

Pairings: Poe x Reader

Genre/Ratings: None

Words: 1700

Summary: A loooooong time ago one of my favorite followers asked for a sick reader/Poe story, and this has been sitting on my computer unfinished for too long and I’m sick of looking at it so here it is! 😂

Coming home was always a huge sigh of relief, even from a routine run such as this. As you extended your landing gear, you couldn’t help the little flare of warmth that expanded in your chest. Home. Rest, probably; Leia was good at not running your team too hard too many times in a row. You remove your helmet and run a hand over your sweaty forehead as your X-Wing shudders to a stop on the tarmac. Another successful mission. You had to smile a bit. Your squadron of newbies and try-hards was coming along quite nicely, and from the looks of the gathering crowd below you, everyone else was seeing it too.

Cheers erupted as your cockpit opened and mechanics ran over to help you out and run checks over your ship. Medics were standing by, but you waved them off. This had been a clean run, the only problems you’d had were a few members overheating a bit from the humid jungle climate and some sunburned scalps. Nothing a good dose of water and aloe couldn’t solve.

“Hey there!” Lost in thought, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend sneaking up behind you, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a hug. “Congrats, Miss team leader. Another run under your belt!”

“Poe, stop it!” You giggle despite yourself as he kisses you on the cheek. “It was a friggin drop off on a resistance-controlled planet. Hardly a daring mission.”

“Still. Proud of you, babe.”

“Thanks.” You smile at him, lightly booping his nose with yours, before pulling away and tugging at the sleeves of your orange jumpsuit. “I’ve gotta get out of this thing, I’m burning up.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Is that an invitation?”

“Oh for god’s sake, we are in public, Poe!” You glance over at General Leia, who was talking to some of your other recruits on the side. Proudly, based on the look on her face. “Besides, it depends on what Leia has in mind. We might be going back out-”

“Oh no you’re not.” Poe grins in that way that makes your heart drop. “I’ve already talked to her, both our squadrons are cleared for leave for the weekend.”

“In that case-” you make sure no one is looking too closely before whispering into his ear- “that is absolutely an invitation.”

…

Moonlight is streaming through the window when you wake in the middle of the night, bedsheets and a still naked Poe wrapped around you like beautiful poems. You have to push the covers away though, because for some reason you’re still insanely warm. You look around for your pajamas and slip them on without waking your softly snoring bedpartner, making your way to the bathroom. Splash some water on your face. Feel your forehead. Definitely hot. And a little nauseous? Weird. You were up to date on all your birth control, so god knows it wasn’t that. All of a sudden, you feel woozy, and you sit on the edge of the small shower, palm to your forehead. Everything aches. How hand you not noticed this before? Maybe that landing was harder than you thought.

You sit there, just trying to breathe, when an overwhelming sense of anxiety pours through you. Something was wrong. You could just feel it. Your heart was beating way too fast, there was sweat pouring off of you, and the pit in your stomach seems to deepen every second you sit there. As you open your mouth to call for Poe, all you manage to choke out is a handful of blood, splattered across your hand in bright red fury. You stare at it, feeling it drip through your fingers.

“P-Poe? Poe!” You cough some more, feeling the nastiness rise up in your throat.

When he finally gets to the bathroom door, he finds you curled up on the bathroom floor, shirt stained red and trembling against the cold tile.

“Oh my god, sweetheart, what’s wrong? Is that blood? We need to get you to medical, come on, up you go-” you try to stand but collapse under your own weight, knees hitting the floor hard. You clutch his hands for strength as you land, desperately trying to hold on to something as the world spirals from underneath you.

“Something’s wrong,” you whisper wide-eyed, swimming in red. Then you close your eyes, and you don’t see anything anymore.

…

The next time Poe sees you after dragging your lifeless body out to the hallway, screaming for help, you’re hooked up to too many machines to count in medical. Pale as death, with clammy hands and a fever that won’t seem to break. He grabs your hand from underneath the tightly wrapped blankets and squeezes, promising in his head to never let go. How had things gone this wrong this fast?

“Dameron?” The doctor comes in, stone faced, and Poe can’t help but wince. There’s still some smears of your blood on his otherwise pristine white jacket.

“Doc. What happened? One minute she’s fine, and the next-”

“She has an incredible amount of internal swelling, including in her brain and spinal cord. We’re giving her steroids for the inflammation and a broad-spectrum antibiotic, but there’s no guarantee it’ll catch whatever is making her react like this.”

“I don’t understand.”

The doctor flips open your chart on his clipboard. “Has she travelled in the past thirty days?”

“Travelled? She’s a pilot, of course she’s travelled-”

“A fever of this severity, marked by the thinning of the blood and the swelling, seems to be consistent with a virus contracted on a jungle-based planet. Does that ring any bells?”

Poe pales. “Y-yes. She just got back this afternoon.”

“There’s your answer then.” Poe looks at him, shocked, and he softens his demeanor when he sees the terrified look in his eyes. “Look, it manifested early, and it doesn’t seem to be contagious. Those are good signs that point towards a recovery. We’re working to get the swelling down as quickly as possible. Otherwise-”

“Otherwise what.”

The doctor looks at you, noting the vital signs beeping on a machine at your bedside. “She’ll most likely be brain dead within 24 hours,” he sighs.

“No- no, that’s not possible! You have to help her, you have to-!”

“Dameron, get a hold of yourself!” The doctor places one hand on his shoulder. “We’re doing everything we can. Only time will tell now.”

Time seemed to be something you were quickly running out of.

…

Poe was making promises to god when you surfaced from a hazy dream. I promise I won’t be as reckless. I promise I’ll tell her I love her more. I promise-

“Poe?” your voice is thin and raspy, like you haven’t had a drink of water in days.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m right here.” He moves closer to your bedside and squeezes your hand. “How are you feeling?”

Your eyebrows scrunch up. “Bad. Weird. I’m burning up.”

“You have a pretty high fever. The doctor is trying to break it.”

“Am I gonna die?”

Poe grimaces. “No, sweetheart. ‘Cause if you die I will personally revive you just to kill your ass again for leaving me.”

A small smile works its way across your face. “That’s… that’s good.”

“So don’t worry. Everything is going to work out just fine.”

You cough low in your chest, and Poe is quick to wipe your mouth with a tissue so the flecks of blood you spit up don’t freak you out any more than necessary. “Then why does everything hurt so bad?”

Poe sighs, gripping your hand even tighter. “It looks like you picked up something from the planet you visited. Nothing major, they’re keeping a good eye on you.”

“Nothing major?” You’re dizzy and not thinking straight, sure, but you can comprehend enough to know that all these IVs and machines and beeping things aren’t a good sign. “Poe, just give it to me straight.”

He stalls. “I don’t want to scare you.” Those few words make your heart drop, but you look him dead in the eye and stay there until he sighs. “They told me internal swelling of the brain and spinal cord.”

“Oh.” You’re quiet for a moment, not sure how to process that. “That’s bad, right?”

“We have about-” he glances up at the clock- “sixteen more hours to see just how bad.”

“Sixteen hours.” For some reason, that round number is a comfort. “I just have to make it through the next sixteen hours.”

Poe smiles a little at that, such a determined stance spoken at such a sickly whisper. “That’s right, sweetheart. I know you can do it.”

You eye him frantically as you begin to feel yourself slipping away. “Don’t leave me.”

“Not in a million years.”

…

Those next sixteen hours are some of the worst of your life. You float in and out of consciousness, plagued by strange dreams and hallucinations. You sweat out fluids as fast as they can pump them in you. Despite your 103 temperature, you shiver so hard your teeth clang together like bells, and you have more blankets draped over you than the entire base has on their beds.

But the whole time, Poe is there to hold your hand, and murmur comforting words no matter if you’re awake to hear them or not. He refuses to leave your side to eat or sleep. You’re all that matters, and he wants to be the first one there when your fever breaks.

Which it does, eventually and slowly. Ticking down by degrees over hours, but you eventually stop shivering. Your hand becomes less clammy as he interlocks your fingers together even tighter. You’re able to open your eyes, and even smile at him, which feels like the sun coming out after a hurricane.

“Hey.”

“Hey there.” Poe sits forward in his chair, brushing a piece of hair off of your forehead. “How do you feel.”

“Like I can breathe again.” Frowning, you paw at the layers piled on top of you. “Can you move these?”

“Gladly.” He returns to his seat once they’re piled on the floor at the foot of the bed.

You lay back onto the pillows, exhausted from that small amount of effort, and sigh. “I guess I’m gonna be okay, huh?”

Poe smiles. “You sure as hell are. Sorry, can’t get away from me that easily.”

“It was so hard,” you whisper. “It would have been so easy to just slip away. I could feel it…”

That sobers him, and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss. “But you didn’t. You’re here, that’s all that matters.”

You smile. “With you.”

He smiles back. “Always.”

#star wars #Star Wars fanfic #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #reader insert

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