#they got him into the hospital for high fever and stuff but he eventually recovered to live a full happy life as a scathing lit critic

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I have an idea I will need to ruminate on later to flesh it out more, but it goes something like this:

Shang Qinghua is God of the World, in the sense that he was a god who got a premonition of a Calamity that would destroy the entire world. So to prevent that all the gods pool their power to separate the world into one where all the mythology and stuff is real and a copy that's basically a low-magic/no-magic version that will be safe from said Calamity. They make the System to keep the two separated-but-connected and to help Shang Qinghua remake the original world when the time is right. Shang Qinghua, as the god who foresaw the looming disaster and was pivotal in averting it got tasked with taking the remaining divine power and going to the other world to hide from the Calamity and write the world back into existence once it's all over.

Except something goes wrong. One world is destroyed as anticipated, but Shang Qinghua has lost his godly powers and his memories when he got placed into the no-magic world. He's just our poor author friend Airplane bro.

The System is so relieved when the creator finally starts to write that it immediately implements it all without screening - System has been programmed to be very efficient! It can extrapolate from the smallest crumbs to recreate the world and its history in full! When Shang Qinghua has written enough that the world is back to its fully functioning glory the System is meant to bring the author-creator back to survey the world, but it does an oopsie and hey, transmigration! The restrictions on having to follow the plot are there so Airplane can experience the the life of a human in this recreated world as he had written it, so that corrections can be made before the new world is finalized. The 'Return Home' function isn't meant to take Shang Qinghua back to the other world, it's meant to turn him back into a proper God of the World(s) so he can make revisions, with full admin access. That's why it can't be dismissed permanently, it will happen eventually when Shang Qinghua reaches the end of his life or ascends.

The PIDW world also exists, as a backup copy in a way? So god Qinghua can always look at it and check what the effects of his revisions are. It's real enough that Bingge gets to hop over to the SVSSS world for his appearance in the extras.

Shen Qingqiu gets the System's attention because during his qi deviation he briefly makes contact with his incarnation in the other world and gets a full set of copies of Shen Yuan's memories. Someone who has read the Divine Work and can help keep Airplane on track with the plot and in character, because System is getting really agitated that its god is trying really hard to get out of what the System perceives as a short roleplay session. So it locks Shen Jiu's memories away for the time being and let's 'Shen Yuan' lose on the world.

A lock that gets eventually removed shortly after canon SVSSS ends. And the Shen Jiu personality and all his memories take priority because they are the ones that originally belong to this incarnation.

It's a big old mess, waking up and realizing that he lived the last couple of years as if he was a spoiled young master, shoved against his will into someone else's life. The memories from Shen Yuan's life in the other world are faded - still there, but they don't have as much of an effect on him anymore - but the things he felt and experienced since his qi deviations are all very vivid and very disorienting.

He needs time, to make sense of himself. He needs to think and he needs to be away from Binghe for a while, because the jealous disdain he felt for the child who had all the inherent gifts needed for success but still acted the helpless sheep and the love 'Shen Yuan' felt for adult Binghe are both there, equally vivid.

When he comes out of secluded meditation he's... different. Not cruel Shen Jiu, not kind Shen Yuan, but something in between. Much closer to the former, to the initial displeasure of most everyone who's not Yue Qingyuan, but there are aspects of the person he became in the last few years that he refuses to let go.

The eventual talk with Luo Binghe is beyond uncomfortable. It's not easy to admit to someone so much more powerful than him that he's more of the person Binghe hated rather than the person he loved. He's not the kind shizun, he refuses to pretend to be. If Luo Binghe wants to leave, there could be a way for him to go to Shen Yuan, who is the closest thing, but Binghe should keep in mind: that's not the person who has fallen in love with him. He likely would, if given a chance to meet Binghe, but they don't have history together.

He tells him that despite everything, the person Shen Qingqiu is now still loves Luo Binghe - loves him differently so things will need to change, but this is all he can offer. If Luo Binghe is willing to give it a try and see if he can love this sharper, more cruel Shen Qingqiu back, then Shen Qingqiu will not push him away.

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Red Data Girl: Ice Shoes, Glass Shoes (Story 2- Week 2)

Red Data Girl: Ice Shoes, Glass Shoes   By Noriko Ogiwara A Translation

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Red Data Girl: Ice Shoes, Glass Shoes By Noriko Ogiwara Story Two: September Transfer Student- Miyuki Sagara- Third Year of Middle School- Fall Part 2  

“Ah. Miyuki Sagara. I’m glad you’re here. If you hadn’t arrived today, I was just thinking I would have to contact your family. I’m the homeroom teacher for class 3-C, Ms. Minamita.”

School staff rooms always had the same feeling to them, no matter if they were in a private or public school, were new or old, or were big or small.

The staff in them were always the same sort of people as well. Ms. Minamita was a middle-aged woman although she wore a hairclip intended for a younger person. This gave her an unexpected air of unpredictability.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, Ms. Minamita. My circumstances changed since we were last in contact with the school and my health wasn’t good enough to travel until now. My fever’s down finally, though.”

Ms. Minamita seemed to take Miyuki’s casually stated words to heart. She readjusted her glasses with a hand and moved her attention to the transfer paperwork.

“Miyuki, you received a perfect score on your entrance exam. That’s what you get with a student who’s been attending a school ranked top in the country though, right? Oh, but I see you left Keibun Academy for a time. From May to July you attended a middle school in a town named Sotosogawa in Nara Prefecture.”

“That was my father’s idea.”

“That must have been tough for you.” Ms. Minamita looked at the pale transfer student with pity. “Are you alright? Are you up for going to the classroom?”

“I can go to the classroom.”

Miyuki stood in front of the entire student body of Class 3-C. For a time, he forgot how he was feeling and put his best face on. He knew, after all, that this time around, the impression he made in these first few minutes would have an effect on what student activities he would be invited to join.

Ms. Minamita wrote Miyuki’s full name on the board.

“This is Miyuki Sagara. Starting today, he’ll be joining our class. He was supposed to join our class right after summer vacation, but he just arrived in the city today. Please help Miyuki settle into the school quickly.”

When Ms. Minamita mentioned what school he had previously been enrolled in, the students looked at Miyuki in surprise.

“From his first year of middle school to the start of his third year, Miyuki went to Keibun Academy,” the teacher added quickly. I’m sure there’s plenty he can teach you.”

Miyuki looked around at the students�� faces in curiosity. He could tell that there had already been a rumor going around that there was a Keibun student joining the school. The students in front of him mostly looked to be from wealthy families from other parts of the country.

Houjou Academy was a relatively new school that had only been open for three years. As a result, there wasn’t much prestige in being admitted into the school. With that said, Miyuki could tell that the students here were very aware of their class rankings.

We’re in Tokyo after all, I guess…

This year, the students would be automatically registered into the school’s high school without any of them having to go through the pains of exams and waiting for high school acceptances like most students in the country would be forced through. This class didn’t give off the relaxed feel that usually came with schools like that, though.

No nosy questions came after Miyuki introduced himself. These students were polite. He got a sense that this sort of behavior was something unique to this school, but it wasn’t enough to pique Miyuki’s curiosity.

…I’m not getting a bad feeling here. This is fine. Miyuki thought.

During break time, his new classmates unsurprisingly came over to talk with him, but Miyuki didn’t try to seriously engage any of them due to how badly he was feeling. Seeing as any responses he gave were tired-sounding and short, his classmates’ expressions eventually all turned to looks of pity. They all had to be thinking that he was sickly.

However, Miyuki was tall and tanned from the time he had spent as a member of Awatani’s track team, so he didn’t particularly give off the appearance of a person who was often ill. Seeing as he was coming into the school in the second term of their third year, no one had any evidence to support his general state of health one way or the other. The contradicting evidence only seemed to heighten the mystery for his classmates. It was a reasonable possibility that he had spent a semester at a school in the mountains to get some sort of medical treatment.

They’re not really wrong about me getting medical treatment in the mountains though…

He thought of how his right arm had been broken. He couldn’t deny that much. He supposed it had also been a different world in a way where he could recover while hiding how good of a student he really was.

After his experience on Mt. Tamakura, something in Miyuki had changed. Going back to Mt. Haguro to train again had also been far too short in his opinion.

“Miyuki, are you going to the cafeteria? Let’s go together. I’ll show you where it is,” the student in the seat next to him said at noon.

Miyuki still didn’t have much of an appetite. All he wanted to do was make it through the day.

“No. I have to go to the dorm and take care of my bags and stuff. I haven’t seen my room yet.”

“Oh, so you’re one of the students boarding here. Let’s go talk to the dorm head, then.”

The student, Maebayashi, said that he was also living on campus and brought Miyuki over to the middle school boy’s dorm. About half the middle school students lived in the dorms. The other half commuted from their homes each day.

“There are students in this school from all over the country. They board, but it’s unusual for someone to show up on their own. Your parents didn’t come?”

“He came. He dropped me off at the gate.”

Maebayashi gave an awkward laugh at this. “I’m glad. I had heard you came by yourself. I thought that would be a shame.”

“Things are what they are.”

“In our dorm, we’re broken up by grade and there are four people to a room. Some people have transferred out this year, so there are two rooms with three people in them, but there used to be four in both. Now that you’re here, I wonder if they’ll put you in one of those rooms or if they’ll put you in an empty one by yourself.”

Miyuki weighed the merits of both options.

“It would be nice to have my own room.”

“Yeah, right? It would be really tough to start living with three people who’ve been together for a while already.”

“That wouldn’t really bother me, though,” Miyuki said with a short laugh. He would get along fine as long as he had somewhere to sleep and people to spend time with. He didn’t worry about how he would get along with the other boys in the grade. Miyuki had just been living with people much older than himself, after all.

“But if the school can give me a big room, that would be awesome.”

Maebayashi gave him a strange look.

“You’re not the sort of person who gets into a lot of fights, are you? I heard you’ve been sick, but I don’t really see that on you.”

“I don’t get into lots of fights, no,” Miyuki said. “It seems like there’s some sort of story going around about me. They’re saying I came from a sanitarium or something, right? It’s an interesting theory, so I don’t care if they’re talking about me.”

Maebayashi let out a sigh. “It’s not true, then. The rumor was that you had been released from a hospital later than expected. Someone overheard them say it in the staff room. So you’re not transferring in now after being sick?”

This must be Yukimasa’s handiwork. It’s practically more harassment on his part…

“Well, if the story about you being sick keeps spreading, it’ll become fact sooner or later,” Maebayashi said, suddenly interested in the situation. “If you say you’re still recovering from being sick, you could totally request a private room. The dorm head probably heard the story. Then, as long as you don’t mind, you could use all that extra space for people to come and hang out in. What do you think? There aren’t many places in the dorm where students can have secret meetings.”

“Secret meetings? Who do you hang out with, Maebayashi?”

“September is the time of year when we start preparing for the school festival. I’m part of the committee running it. We have to make sure our plans for the middle school beauty contest stay confidential.”

“Huh…”

For the first time since he had arrived, Miyuki started to think that maybe Houjou Academy could be an interesting place. He smiled and nodded.

“Sure. You can use my room.”

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With Maebayashi’s help, Miyuki was able to acquire a whole room to himself without any trouble.

The room had bunkbeds on opposite walls and enough floor space to comfortably fit four people. With only one person in the room, it felt quite open.

Miyuki didn’t feel lonely without anyone else in the room. Seeing as the point of taking the space had been to let his friends gather in it, he decided that dorm life here wouldn’t be bad at all.

However, seeing as he was playing the part of a person convalescing, he acted as if he was growing weary early that first evening. In truth though, his headache had disappeared like a bad joke and he had become surprisingly hungry.

Maebayashi, who Miyuki had clearly hit off well with, invited him to eat at the cafeteria with him.

But after they had eaten, he warned in a quiet voice, “Miyuki, don’t go back for seconds. You’re recuperating.”

“Huh? But this isn’t enough.”

“Everyone notices new students here. Mr. Yamayan, the dorm head, will be checking in about you.”

Miyuki looked down at his empty rice bowl. Only then did he realize the disadvantage to the show he was putting on.

“Are you saying that I can’t eat enough to feel full ever again while I’m here?”

“There’s a school store. You can buy stuff there and bring it back to your room.”

Well, I guess that’s okay then…

Miyuki knew he would attract attention as a new student and the fact bothered him. It was a lesson he had learned at his previous schools. Up until now, Miyuki had always been healthy and the things he did showed that. Now though, he supposed that he should try to be a little more restrained in his behavior.

Suddenly, Miyuki thought of Satoru Wamiya.

Wamiya had been a student at Awatani Middle School, but he had always gone unnoticed as if he were empty air. Miyuki considered how he had never noticed whether or not Wamiya had been in class on a particular day. But then again, he really had been empty air. He hadn’t actually existed. In reality, he had been a spirit living on Mt. Tamakura. After transferring to Awatani, it had taken Miyuki a long time to even notice that he and the other students had a classmate named Wamiya.

I didn’t even see Wamiya until near the end of my time there. There really is stuff like that in the world. Stuff you can’t see even when you know it’s there…

On the other hand, he thought, the boys at Awatani Middle School hadn’t really paid Wamiya much attention. He supposed that hadn’t hurt the spirit’s intentions of being unnoticeable either.

I wonder if there are students here too that aren’t human and I need to avoid pissing off…

Thinking about this, Miyuki got up from his seat and was about to leave the cafeteria when his eyes caught on another student who was entering. He froze.

It was Satoru Wamiya.

…This can’t be happening. Why is he here?...  

The pale face with the narrow eyes and nose… The wide bangs that covered his forehead… His small stature… Miyuki was definitely looking at Wamiya. He seemed a little different from the other students around them. There was an old-fashioned air to him.

As Miyuki stood there, holding his breath, the other boy turned to look at him. He narrowed his eyes and made his way over to Miyuki.

“What do you want?”

Miyuki was sweating now.

“Nothing. You just look like someone I know.”

“In Kyoto?”

“Oh. No.”

“Huh. If it was a relative of mine, they’d be in Kyoto. You’re that exchange student in Class C that came late, aren’t you?” The student from Kyoto looked Miyuki up and down as he spoke. “You’re awfully tall. Is it true that you spent the last few days sleeping because you’ve been sick?”

“Sleep is good for you. It’s medically proven,” Miyuki said, dodging the question.

The boy only gave him a suspicious look. No one would have dared call it friendly in the least.

“Don’t be petty. I can see right through you,” he said quietly.

Miyuki looked at him in disbelief. He wanted to ask him what he meant, but while he was still reeling over the shock of how similar to Wamiya this boy looked, the boy walked away.

Maebayashi tapped Miyuki on the shoulder while he was still staring into space, mulling over what had just happened.

“Do you know Takayanagi?”

“No, I don’t know him. You said that guy’s name is Takayanagi?”

“He’s Ichijo Takayanagi from class 3-A. You shouldn’t talk to him.”

“Why not?”

Miyuki turned to look at Takayanagi’s retreating figure.

Maebayashi shrugged. “Something bad will happen to you. We don’t know why, but most of the students Takayanagi’s hung around with have left the school. They get injured all of a sudden or really sick.”

“Do you think it’s some kind of retaliation or something?”

“Takayanagi doesn’t do anything. It all just happens out of the blue. Maybe that’s why he gives off such a creepy vibe.”

Could there be a chance that Ichijo Takayanagi isn’t human either? Like Wamiya’s not human?...

Miyuki couldn’t help but think that the expression on the boy’s face had reminded him an awful lot of a divine spirit.

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Owen Rahajaro isn't exaggerating when he said that theater saved his life. Orphaned at nine, he spent his childhood wandering from one place to another. And then his life changed when he met dancer and musician Mari Destler and the talented Marcy, Celestia, and Chris.

The first nine years of Owen's life was spent traveling around Europe an Asia. After his mother, rising Bollywood actress Nandita Rameshwar died of complications from childbirth, his father, traveling musician Iman Rahajaro resumed his life on the road. Owen would watch his father entertain audiences and listen to his stories about past adventures. He was everything Owen strived to be. And then his world was shattered.

Owen remembered the day when his father was rushed to the hospital. The past few years hadn't been good to his health but Iman pushed on. To help his father, Owen went out on the street and played his father's sitar for spare change. After seven years of traveling Iman decided to retire and settled down in London where he became a music teacher. Things were going well until one day he collapsed at home. From there it all went downhill.

Four months later Iman passed away with his son by his side. Owen was devastated but he carried on as best he could. With no relatives to take him in, he was moved into a group home on the other side of the city. Living there was okay but Owen felt like an outsider. After school he would take his father’s sitar and play it at the park so he’d feel close to him.

When he wasn’t playing music for pocket change, Owen would wander the streets of the city. Like his father, he was always there to lend a hand. At the group home he was always one of the first to help out, whether it’s working in the kitchen, doing laundry, or babysitting. In the theater, which sort of became like a second home to him, he would help build sets and move props around. He’s the type of person would give someone what little change he had lying around so they could take the train home. Just like Iman he would put everyone else’s needs over himself, even if it means getting the short end of the stick.

When he was around thirteen, Owen joined the youth choir, where he met Mari Destler. Since he couldn’t afford to pay the dues to join the choir, Mari offered to let him be her assistant since he helped out a lot at the theater. As an extra bonus for his help with creating programs, providing piano accompaniment, and making props, she gave him weekly singing lessons. Out of all the kids in the choir, Mari saw the most potential in him, and not just because of his musical background. He also got along well with her kids Marcy, Celestia, and Chris, who treated him like family. For the first time since his father’s death, Owen felt like he belonged somewhere.

That same year he joined the choir, Owen came down with a fever and sore throat. A few days before he got sick, the anniversary of his father’s death, Owen was leaving the cemetery when it started pouring. With no umbrella and no money for a ride, all he had was just his old hoodie. The next day he woke up feeling fine so he thought it was nothing. Until two days later he woke up with a fever and had to be dragged back to bed. Marcy stopped by to visit after choir to check up on him and reassure him that nothing bad happened because he wasn’t there to help anyone that day. With rest, Owen recovered and was back to his old self. Or so he thought. Two weeks later he was dragged to the doctor’s for a long overdue physical where he found out that he had a strep throat infection. Aside from being prescribed antibiotics and promising to come in for regular checkups, Owen was fine.

Several months later, Owen’s health took a turn for the worse. Up to that point, aside from minor stuff like colds, he never had any serious health issues other than being a diabetic since he was two. But having grown up with that, Owen can manage himself well. It started out small but it persisted and eventually it started affecting his day to day life. Despite keeping a close eye on his blood sugar levels and resting as much as possible, Owen couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t feeling well.

The diagnosis came as a surprise to Owen. As it turned out he was suffering from a complication of strep throat that affected his kidneys. If Mari wasn’t there with him, Owen didn’t know who to call or how he would have handled the news. Dialysis was his best option but who knows how long that will help? The possibility of complications were high and being a diabetic added more to that. If dialysis wasn’t enough, then he might need a kidney transplant, which was also risky. At times when he felt helpless, Owen wondered if his father felt that way too.

Weeks went by and Owen felt like his life now resolved around dialysis. It helped for a while but as time went on his condition worsened and the possibility of a transplant became more likely. Then a few days before his fourteenth birthday, Owen contracted an infection that left him in the hospital for two weeks. Mari and her kids visited him every day, constantly keeping track of his condition.

Since meeting each other, Mari had grown attached to Owen and seeing how happy he was with her kids, she began to consider adopting him. It was something she wanted to tell him on his birthday, before things went south. It didn’t matter if she already had her hands full with three kids or whether Owen would live to see another tomorrow, all she wanted to do was let Owen know that he wasn’t alone. It was clear that when he met her, he changed and although she wasn’t his father, at least she could bring back the light in his eyes that were once dimmed. She promised her best friend that she would take care of Marcy because no one else would. She carried on after her estranged sister suddenly passed away and left her with Chris. Mari doesn’t consider herself a hero but if she could be there for Marcy and Chris, she would do her best to do the same for Owen.

After barely recovering from the infection, Owen became a candidate for a kidney transplant. Since he had no living relatives, finding a donor was going to be difficult. Mari and some of the volunteers at the group home volunteered but they weren’t compatible with him. There was no way Mari was going to stand around and wait for something that might never happen so she decided to do something. So with the help of the choir and the pediatric unit, they set up a benefit concert. Owen was unable to attend but he was touched at how much they cared for him. In fact it turned out so well that it was on the news and many people were willing to help by donating money or being tested to see if they could be a donor. One month later, a donor was found.

The surgery went by with no complications and soon Owen was out of the hospital. When Mari asked him if he wanted to be a part of the family, Owen responded by hugging her. On the day he was released from the hospital, the group home threw a surprise party and the adoption was made official. That evening he went home with the Destlers, the start of a new beginning. A few years later they bid farewell to London and moved to Peace Coast Island, where Owen and his siblings made their mark at Starlight Theater.

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Soon You’ll Come Home Chapter 9

Summary: Blaine and Kurt are married with two kids and at the point of their lives they would never imagine having another child. But then Blaine meets a young girl in the most unlikely way and after he learns about the abuse she suffered he can’t help but want to give her the family that loves and care’s for her like she needs.

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It was a severe case of pneumonia the doctor explained after running their tests. She was on IV antibiotics, again, and had to go through respiratory therapy. Her hospital stay was only a little easier this time through because one of them was allowed to stay with her past visiting hours.

Blaine quickly offered to be the one to spend her night with her, and based on the look Kurt gave him he knew Kurt understood the guilt he was feeling.

“She shouldn’t be here too long, but anything can happen” The doctor explained handing them a form to fill out.

“and what exactly does that mean?” Kurt asked, already annoyed at how vague he was being.

“Well it’s hard to say she could go home tomorrow or have to stay all week, just depends on how fast she recovers” he answered without glancing up. “You got her here quickly but there was a lot of mucus in her lungs.”

“Well, we have two other children what if they start showing signs of being sick?” Kurt asked crossing his arms.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they do show signs for a flu of some kind,” The doctor responded reaching over the counter and grabbing a few pamphlets to give to them. “You’ll want to keep her isolated if they do become sick when she’s home.  And before she gets home wash everything in her room, bedding, stuffed toys, clothes. You’ll also need to disinfect the bathroom. Now please excuse me I have other patients to attend to.” He walked away ignoring Kurt’s frown.

Once he was out of sight Kurt let out a groan. “I can’t believe Doctor Taylor isn’t reachable for three days.”

“I’m sure he has a family he wants to see too,��� Blaine tried to reason finishing up the form and handing it over to the nurse behind the counter.

“Can we get another pediatrician assigned to her?” Kurt asked the nurse behind the counter.

“Doctor Hannigan is one of the best we have here, sir” She answered softly, shrinking under Kurt’s glare.

“His bedside manner is-” Kurt started before Blaine cut him off, taking a different approach.

“What my husband is trying say is we have a special circumstance that asks for someone with a little more of a softer approach to treating her. If you looked in her file you will see she is dealing with past abuse.” Blaine tried to explain, his voice straining at the end.

She nodded, typing something into the computer, humming a little as she worked.

“I see …” she said slowly, biting her lip. “I will see what I can do for you, and try to get in contact with Doctor Taylor to see who he recommends until he returns.”

“Thank you we appreciate that,” Blaine smiled warmly before guiding Kurt away from the desk.

“Just because you’re scared doesn’t mean you can take it out on the rest of the staff, we need them to like us” Blaine chided.

“I’m not scared,” Kurt snapped back quickly, pulling his arm away from Blaine’s gentle hold, “and don’t scold me like a child.”

“I wouldn’t have to if you didn’t act like one,” Blaine responded before he could stop himself.

He couldn’t read the look Kurt was giving him, something between furious, disgusted, and shocked.

Blaine rubbed his hands over his faced, exhausted and stressed.

“It’s going to be okay,” Kurt comforted taking hold of Blaine’s hands, now worried about how upset Blaine was getting. “I’m sorry for getting mad, hospitals stress me out.”

“It’s because you feel out a loss of control, and have to put trust in other people’s hands,” Blaine mumbled, venom gone from his voice and the fight leaving his body.

Kurt let out a breath, probably deciding to ignore the comment, even if Blaine didn’t mean it as a negative thing.

“You go see Riley, I’m going to call home and get Sophie to bring us an overnight bag,” Kurt suggested.

Blaine nodded heading into Riley’s room, his heart sinking at the sight of her in the hospital bed. It’s something he probably should be used to by now, but she still looks small and sick in the bed. Her fever was down and a little bit of color was returned to her face, but the IV’s were taped to her little hand making her look like she never even left the hospital.

“Sophie’s on her way, she’s bringing stuff for us and some extra’s for Riley,” Kurt said as he entered the room taking his place next to Blaine. “And according to her Cooper thinks he might be feeling a little flu-ish now.”

“Cooper is an over dramatic hypochondriac; he is not sick” Blaine laughed shaking his head.

“And you don’t suddenly come down with something once I or the kids have it?” Kurt teased lightly. “Sorry to break the news to you Blaine but you get just as man sick as Cooper does.”

“I’m mellow compared to Cooper, you just don’t think so because you think you’re superior to being sick and refuse to rest or get treatment,” Blaine teased back.

Riley let out a weak cough, she turned and looked miserably at him. Kurt instantly cooed at her feeling bad for how miserable she felt.

“No one likes being sick,” Blaine explains to her, “but the doctors here are going to get you better so you can go to back …” He trailed off not knowing if he should reference their home as her home. Maybe she didn’t feel at home with them.

“Sophie is going to bring you your pillow and blanket to help you feel more comfortable and rest more,” Kurt says jumping in as Blaine trails off. “And this time Blaine and I get to stay the whole time with you. We won’t leave your side unless you want us to go.”

She smiles weakly, her eyes blinking tiredly. She hasn’t been awake long, barely a minute, but Blaine knows that medicine can tend to make her tired so he isn’t surprised. It was probably her cough that woke her up in the first place.  

Blaine hums quietly to her, telling her to go back to sleep and reminding her they will be here when she wakes up.

He waits till he knows she is fully asleep before bringing up the issue with Kurt.

“What if she doesn’t want to come home with us? What if she doesn’t like it there?” Blaine asks quietly afraid of the answer.

“I don’t think that’s the problem,” Kurt answers honestly. “She wants to be there, she wants us, but she’s afraid to want something. She doesn’t know what a home is or parents are.”

Blaine looks at Kurt surprised.

“Don’t be too impressed, I’ve been looking for support groups for us and found some online articles and stories,” Kurt confesses.

They settle more into their seats, attempting to get comfortable. Kurt gravitates towards Blaine seeking his warmth and Blaine cannot be more grateful because despite him knowing Kurt likes his space, he needs that reassuring physical comfort of Kurt being there.

“Remember when we were here all the time for Oliver?” Blaine thinks out loud.

Kurt hums in response.

“You think our experience and familiarity would make it easier,” Blaine continues.

“We knew Oliver would be okay, it wasn’t life threatening, just painful and annoying,” Kurt answers, pausing before adding “Not including when he was born too early,” as an afterthought.

“He was so little,” Blaine remembers. “When he was sick again all I thought about was that tiny premature infant who couldn’t remember to breathe on his own.”  

“Each of them are so dramatic in their own way,” Kurt laughs lightly.  

“How else would we know they were ours,” Blaine chuckles but quickly frowns as Riley let’s out another cough, this one sounding worse than the last. She whines a little at the end letting them know she is still awake.

“I’ll go see if they can give her something to help with her cough,” Kurt say looking determined to get whatever she needs.

“Just please don’t” Blaine begins but the warning look Kurt sends him forces his words to cut off.  

Riley coughs again and gives him a pleading look.

“Oh, angel,” Blaine coos in an attempt to soothe her. He carefully climbs into the bed with her, allowing her to cuddle close to him and make herself more comfortable. Her fever has gone down from its extremely high temperature, but she does still feel clammy. He starts to hum to her softly and gently rock her. Between Oliver being a colicky baby and being sick all the time, and Sophie having digestion issues since she was born, he and Kurt are both used to sick, whiny, children.  It doesn’t make it any easier to them sick and in pain, though.

A minute later Kurt walks in with Sophie and a nurse, who rushes to Riley’s side.

The nurse is a younger woman, with long auburn hair. The age she looks makes Blaine feel old. She looks like she is two days out of high school. He knows she isn’t, but she looks it.

“We’re going to get her ready for some breathing treatments, a mask is going to have to put over her nose and mouth,” she informs without any kind of an introduction.

Riley begins to whine and squirm in Blaine’s arms at her presence. Blaine can feel her heart begin to race. She eventually gets so out of control that Blaine has to move to her side, trying to block the view of the nurse, who seems clueless about how to handle to situation.

“You need to leave,” Kurt instructs doing his best to keep his own emotion and frustration out of his voice.

As Riley’s crying becomes more uncontrollable so does her cough and before Blaine can react Kurt is shoving a bin in front of her as she starts to vomit.

Blaine begins to rub circles on her back as Kurt holds her hair away from her face. Blaine knows he should be doing more to get her to relax and calm down, but it sounds so painful. He and Kurt are both used to vomit after Sophie who always had an extremely weak stomach and threw up even if she was excited or at the sight of something she found gross.

It doesn’t take her long to stop and fall back into her pillows, with Blaine’s guidance. She hadn’t eaten all day so it isn’t a lot, but it still takes any energy she had left.

Kurt immediately takes away the bin handing it over to the nurse, giving her an icy look.

“I’m sorry you had to see that Soph” Kurt apologized

“I’m studying to be a nurse so it’s nothing I won’t have to be used to,” she waved off before continuing. “Anyway, I brought the stuff you asked for.”

“Thank you, Sophie,” Kurt said pulling her in for hug and kissing the top of her head, causing Sophie to roll her eyes but smiles fondly and hugs him back.  

“It’s okay,” Blaine comforts as he wipes her face with a tissue to try to clean her off.

Riley whimpers slightly as Blaine finishes and tries to get her to rise her mouth out, tears forming in her eyes.

“You’re alright,” he soothes again this time dabbing away a loose tear with another tissue.

A young male knocked hesitantly on the door, alerting them of his presence. “Mr. Hummel, Mr. Anderson, I am so sorry for the care you have been given. My fellow intern just informed me what happened and I-“

“Hummel-Anderson,” Kurt corrected cutting off his nervous rambling.

“Oh – I – um” he began to stutter his cheeks reddening.

“It happens all the time,” Blaine quickly reassured giving Kurt a warning look, they both are aware how many interns Kurt has scared off within their time spent in the hospital. “Maybe you can get us someone to help Riley?” He asked politely.

“Oh yes, that’s why I came in,” he answered jumping into action. “I’m Declan, I worked with Riley once before when she first got here.”

He’s young like the woman in the room before him, with much more a baby face than she had. He had his white sleeves push up past his elbow, making Blain assume he had a long sleeve thermal shirt under his baby blue scrubs to keep him warm. His blond hair was styled in a way that reminded him of Jesse Spencer with longer hair.

He worked quickly around Blaine, checking her over before even preparing the mask for the breathing treatment.

“It’s a real honor to be in the room with both of you.” He said quietly, too embarrassed to look at him or Kurt. “Your stories helped me-“

“That will be enough Intern,” an older nurse interrupted taking the file he was filling out from his hands. “You should not be bothering them with your idolization no matter how flattering and justified it is,” she continued to scold before turning her attention to Kurt and Blaine. “I apologize for the behavior of my staff.”

“No, need. It really is flattering to here and he seemed to calm Riley down enough for him give her the treatment she needs,” Kurt answered attempting to give the young intern a reassuring smile.

Riley had whined at little at the mask, but allowed him to place it over her mouth and nose. Even with how tired her eyes look Blaine noticed she looked at him with the same fascination she looked at Oliver with. He allowed himself to look for similarities between them, finding the only two things in common were their baby faces and a couple of light freckles that dusted their face. Blaine can only assume there was a boy with similar features that took care of her and helped her, he forced him not to think further of what happened to him for helping her.

“Is it possible to request,” Blaine started motioning towards him, silently asking him for his name again.

“Declan,” he answered once he caught on.

“Declan, thank you” he continued “to partially oversee Riley while she is here?”

The older nurse sighed, before turning a serious eye to Declan. “I don’t mind as long as you remember to mind yourself while you are working. It is one thing to get star-struck on your own time, but it will not be done during work hours.”

“Yes of course, I’m sorry for being so unprofessional, it won’t happen again,” he rushed out trying to keep the enthusiasm out of his voice. “And thank you Mr. and uh Mr. Hummel-Anderson for this opportunity.”

“Kurt and Blaine will be fine,” Blaine reassured looking at Kurt for additional acceptance of the informality, who nodded in approval. “And this is our daughter Sophie, she just started school to be a nurse on the opposite coast to get away from us,” Blaine introduced.

“Dad” she hissed embarrassed before turning to Declan and sticking her hand out “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Now that every knows each other, it is past visiting hours so only one of you are allowed to stay in this room,” the older nurse instructs.

“Blaine you go with Sophie, I’ll stay tonight” Kurt insists handing Blaine his coat.

“Kurt I-” he begins to argue before he is cut off.

“Make sure your brother doesn’t sleep in our bed and I expect breakfast from the bistro down the street from us when you come tomorrow,” Kurt continues to instruct leaving Blaine no room to argue.

So, he smiles, thanks both the head nurse and Declan as he puts on his coat, scarf and gloves, gives Riley a bright smile, and kisses Kurt goodnight, never goodbye, before he leaves with Sophie.

Chapter 10

[darkriver101]

#tc writes#the original shen yuan is fine in this scenario btw#they got him into the hospital for high fever and stuff but he eventually recovered to live a full happy life as a scathing lit critic#anyway this is either bingjiu or bingjiuyue depending on whether sqq thinks of yqy as a brother or not#and can you imagine the mess when they finally ascend as like one of the first set of gods for this new world#and there's the vacant throne of the heavenly emperor waiting for SQH and oh shit he now remembers most of what happened#dumbass author. dumbass airplane. well the least he can do with his new op powers is give lbh and mbj access to the heavens

I have an idea I will need to ruminate on later to flesh it out more, but it goes something like this:

Shang Qinghua is God of the World, in the sense that he was a god who got a premonition of a Calamity that would destroy the entire world. So to prevent that all the gods pool their power to separate the world into one where all the mythology and stuff is real and a copy that's basically a low-magic/no-magic version that will be safe from said Calamity. They make the System to keep the two separated-but-connected and to help Shang Qinghua remake the original world when the time is right. Shang Qinghua, as the god who foresaw the looming disaster and was pivotal in averting it got tasked with taking the remaining divine power and going to the other world to hide from the Calamity and write the world back into existence once it's all over.

Except something goes wrong. One world is destroyed as anticipated, but Shang Qinghua has lost his godly powers and his memories when he got placed into the no-magic world. He's just our poor author friend Airplane bro.

The System is so relieved when the creator finally starts to write that it immediately implements it all without screening - System has been programmed to be very efficient! It can extrapolate from the smallest crumbs to recreate the world and its history in full! When Shang Qinghua has written enough that the world is back to its fully functioning glory the System is meant to bring the author-creator back to survey the world, but it does an oopsie and hey, transmigration! The restrictions on having to follow the plot are there so Airplane can experience the the life of a human in this recreated world as he had written it, so that corrections can be made before the new world is finalized. The 'Return Home' function isn't meant to take Shang Qinghua back to the other world, it's meant to turn him back into a proper God of the World(s) so he can make revisions, with full admin access. That's why it can't be dismissed permanently, it will happen eventually when Shang Qinghua reaches the end of his life or ascends.

The PIDW world also exists, as a backup copy in a way? So god Qinghua can always look at it and check what the effects of his revisions are. It's real enough that Bingge gets to hop over to the SVSSS world for his appearance in the extras.

Shen Qingqiu gets the System's attention because during his qi deviation he briefly makes contact with his incarnation in the other world and gets a full set of copies of Shen Yuan's memories. Someone who has read the Divine Work and can help keep Airplane on track with the plot and in character, because System is getting really agitated that its god is trying really hard to get out of what the System perceives as a short roleplay session. So it locks Shen Jiu's memories away for the time being and let's 'Shen Yuan' lose on the world.

A lock that gets eventually removed shortly after canon SVSSS ends. And the Shen Jiu personality and all his memories take priority because they are the ones that originally belong to this incarnation.

It's a big old mess, waking up and realizing that he lived the last couple of years as if he was a spoiled young master, shoved against his will into someone else's life. The memories from Shen Yuan's life in the other world are faded - still there, but they don't have as much of an effect on him anymore - but the things he felt and experienced since his qi deviations are all very vivid and very disorienting.

He needs time, to make sense of himself. He needs to think and he needs to be away from Binghe for a while, because the jealous disdain he felt for the child who had all the inherent gifts needed for success but still acted the helpless sheep and the love 'Shen Yuan' felt for adult Binghe are both there, equally vivid.

When he comes out of secluded meditation he's... different. Not cruel Shen Jiu, not kind Shen Yuan, but something in between. Much closer to the former, to the initial displeasure of most everyone who's not Yue Qingyuan, but there are aspects of the person he became in the last few years that he refuses to let go.

The eventual talk with Luo Binghe is beyond uncomfortable. It's not easy to admit to someone so much more powerful than him that he's more of the person Binghe hated rather than the person he loved. He's not the kind shizun, he refuses to pretend to be. If Luo Binghe wants to leave, there could be a way for him to go to Shen Yuan, who is the closest thing, but Binghe should keep in mind: that's not the person who has fallen in love with him. He likely would, if given a chance to meet Binghe, but they don't have history together.

He tells him that despite everything, the person Shen Qingqiu is now still loves Luo Binghe - loves him differently so things will need to change, but this is all he can offer. If Luo Binghe is willing to give it a try and see if he can love this sharper, more cruel Shen Qingqiu back, then Shen Qingqiu will not push him away.