#they would help me set my vest machine and my nebulizer up. and they would sit with me the entire time :3

[fitzselfships]

I think I might be getting sick but it's okay I'm being so brave about it (< lying I am so upset)

[angst-king]

Misery loves Company

((this is a chronic illness AU for BNHA, no quirks. Tw contains mention of vomit, and seizuring) He wakes up every morning feeling tired, achy, and weak. His throat is sore and his nose is stuffy, his breathing is very wheezy and labored. He grumbles but that doesn’t stop his morning routine coughing fit. He would cough and cough until his body decided it was done, or that he was gonna throw up like today. Gagging after one last cough, he covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed the trash can with the other and vomited. This is the time Ito comes in to check on him. Knocking on the door, she calls out. “Eijirou honey, you awake?” Through a raspy voice when he could stop vomiting he would answer “yes! I’m awake” Which would be followed by another coughing fit, today though he felt worse. His head was hurting, his throat was very painful and scratchy, his entire body was so weak that just sitting up was a chore. He was cold and feld more congested than usual. Ito opens the door a little as she hears her son coughing, peaking in she frowned seeing Eijirou coughing. 

She’d grown used to this a few years ago but that didn’t keep her numb from feeling so bad for this boy. Her morning routines always consisted of checking up on her son to see how he was feeling, seeing if he needed help with getting ready in the morning or just checking his vitals. She approaches her son and sits besides him rubbing his back in gentle soothing circles with soft pats to help him cough. “Good job Eiji, good. I know this sucks first thing in the morning.” She says in a quiet voice to calm him, when he stopped coughing, she then asked. “Feel like you might vomit again, hun?” Eijirou shook his head before making a little whimpering sound, Ito got up and went to grab the trash can and tell him. “I’ll go and clean this out, let yourself rest before you start doing anything okay.” Clearing his throat Eijirou nods and lays back into the pillows of his bed. Ito walks out of his room leaving the sick boy alone to clean out the trash can.

While she was gone, Eijirou assessed his current condition and how he was feeling. He felt like utter crap at the moment and he’s been feeling like this for about a week now and he knows that if he gets any worse then he’ll end up in the ER. He doesn’t wanna go there, and he and Ito have made an agreement that if he gets too sick for a certain amount of days or shows a horrific change in symptoms then no matter if he wants to or not, he needs to go to the ER. He hoped he wouldn’t get that bad but with the way he was feeling today it may be a slim chance but so far it's been a steady flare, no fever high fever, no persistent seizures, vomiting, or struggling to breath but. Today he felt worse, maybe by ten percent but that wasn’t a bad thing? It would sort itself out right? Oh he hoped it would. 

He knew he needed to take his medicines but he was so tired that he just went back to laying down. Rubbing his temples he sunk back under the warm inviting covers. Sighing he pushed his messy case of bedhead out of his face, closing his eyes hoping to go back to sleep. He really needed to rest as vomiting like that took the energy out of him. By the time Eijiro had fallen completely asleep again his mom had come back, she sighed seeing him asleep. She came over and set the trash can back in its usual spot for just in case reasons and reached over to feel Eijirou’s forehead. It was a tad bit warm but this was normal with a flare up, as long as it didn’t get any worse he would just have to let this run its course. 

There were many days where Ito felt so bad for Eijirou. On nights where he was coughing up his dinner, or having a seizure day, or was in so much pain that it made him seizure and tremor the entire day. Where it left him wheelchair bound, where it brought Eijirou to his knees with small tears raining down his flushed face. She was there for him, she was there to witness the good, the meh, the bad and the horrible. She wished every night for a miracle that at least one of his illnesses would just disappear and never come back! Though she knew it wasn’t possible, that didn’t stop her from praying every night. She was so proud, her son was so strong for being so brave and not giving up due to his conditions. 

Letting him sleep in, the teen didn’t wake up until ten thirty am, now he really needed to start his medicines. He didn’t feel any better but there was no point in procrastinating even if he didn’t have much motivation or strength to do it. So he got ready for the day, getting out of bed on shaky aching legs, he had to hold onto the night stand so he could stand up properly. He made his bed partially enough for if he wanted to crawl back in it or just lay on top of it. Then he went and brushed his teeth to try and get the horrible acidic taste of vomit out of his mouth and washed out the slimy mucus in his mouth. Blowing his nose to try and give himself a chance to breathe through his nose was a fruitless attempt. Leaving his hair down for this he just tied some of it back and out of his face. He wasn’t going to bother changing out of his pajamas, that was way too much effort that would most likely go to waste today. 

Before he started his medicines and airway clearing therapy, he grabbed his thermometer from the nightstand and took his temperature. Keeping the tool under his tongue until it beeped, muffling coughs long enough for the results. “39 c (100.5 F) not bad at all, this is normal for days like this” He sighed while talking to himself, he wiped the thermometer with a sanitizer wipe and put it back in its tiny casing and back on the nightstand. He then gets up and heads over to his closet and grabs his vibrate vest and kit, he also grabs his medicines for his breathing treatment therapy. Moving around wasn’t helping his head ache, his coughing, or his aching limbs but. Things had to be done and he didn’t wanna ask his mom to get stuff for him, he didn’t think that was manly. 

First he slipped the vest on, then grabbed his nebulizer and put in the medicines before turning on both machines. He sticks the nebulizer into his mouth and grabs at his nose, shutting it so the medicine would go down and into his lungs. The vest vibrated his entire body like a massage chair but not for the same usage. The vibration of the vest was to shake up the mucus enough for him to cough it up, the breathing treatment thinned it out so he wasn’t coughing up such thick sludge. It was an hour long process of hacking and coughing but he wanted to get better. It felt like there was more mucus for him to cough up though, like his body was just getting sicker. The hour long process had him spent in the end, he was still gasping for air and his lungs still felt clogged. His throat was on fire, and his arms were trembling so much. 

Even though he didn’t want to, he got ready for breakfast. He grabbed his epilepsy medicine, his vitamins, and his other cystic fibrosis medications, and went down to the kitchen. Each step he takes causes shock waves of tingles and pain up his legs, but it's tolerable. Finally getting downstairs he sees Ito in the kitchen video chatting while drinking her coffee. “Hi momma, who ya talking to?” He asked after clearing his throat, she looked over and smiled “I’m talking to mommy” She said gesturing to her phone, Kirishima peered over and gave a tired smile seeing his other mom through the video chat. “Hi Eiji, momma told me you’re not feeling too good.” “hey mommy, y-yeah I’m not feeling all that great today, haven’t been for almost a week now but, it’ll pass like always.” He reassures his moms as he sets his medicines down on the kitchen island, he goes into the fridge and grabs a chocolate protein shake. 

He goes back to the island while his parents talk and he takes his medicine. “I hope so Eiji, but you always manage to pull through.” “yup, he’s tough just like you Emily.” Ito chuckles, smiling fondly while ruffling Eijirou’s hair playfully. “You mean you Ito dear, I don’t know how you do it, I don’t know how I’d do it all on my own with him.” “That's what I thought, but I managed.” Looking over at Eijirou as he swallowed his pills, Ito makes the comment “Eiji honey, I think you’ve been losing weight.” Raising a brow at this, Eijirou looked down at himself and shrugged “maybe?” Emily giggles and comments “Eiji you need to pay more attention to your body, i know that weight loss isn’t gonna be very visible for you since you live in your pajamas most of the time.” Eijirou nods before grunting and putting down the half-drink protein shake to grab at his head. Ito knew something was wrong when he did this “you okay hun?” “N-no, my head hurts so much.” He coughed and began to stumble, Ito immediately grabs ahold of him, she knows what’s gonna happen next and sets Eijirou on the floor. “Sweetheart, I need you to lay down okay, you’re gonna have a seizure.” Ito instructs, Eijirou lays on his side like he always did in these situations. It made it harder for him to breath but this was safer than laying on his back or stomach. Ito stood up momentarily to tell Emily she’d call her later, Emily understood the situation and wished them luck.

It was just as Ito turned her phone off when Eijirou began to convulse on the floor. Ito rushes down to help him, keeping him on his side, holding his head so it doesn’t bang against the wood floors. There wasn’t much she could do for him except keep him safe. She has to wait this out and luckily she doesn’t have any appliances running except the fridge so there’s no worry of time. When the seizure ended she sighed in relief, he was safe to move. So she lifted him up and into her arms and carried him up the stairs back to his room. Putting him on his bed she lays him on top of the covers and plays the pillows in a way to keep him on his side so he can’t roll over and suffocate. When she could, she would stay with Eijirou during his recovery times, especially times where he was feeling extra ill. Once he was situated on his bed, she went into his closet and grabbed his medical supplies bag that had stuff for going out places. The boy is homeschooled but he could go places like the store, restaurants, and other places but. He always wore a mask in those types of places and was rather cautious.

Grabbing the weighted blanket from the bag she loosely places it on Eijirou knowing it would keep him relaxed when he wakes up. She checked his temp with an ear thermometer when he’s not awake enough to use an oral one. It was still 39 c (100.5F), but it didn’t rise. Now she had to wait for him to wake up which shouldn’t take very long. She stayed on the bed with him, combing her fingers through his messy tangled red hair. She couldn’t help but think of how much her son looked with red hair. At first his hair was black like hers and Emily's but he wanted to dye it red because he needed a change to make him feel a little less miserable. His favorite music artist, Crimson riot, had red hair and he’d becomes Kirishima’s idle cause he promoted the great idea that ‘everyone’s got set back, it's what you do about it  that counts, do your best and live your life without regrets’ Eijirou loved it so much he lived by in and in his own words that’s how he wanted to be as a man and in one word he called it manly. Some think it's silly but this was one of the few things keeping him alive.

When Eijirou woke up, he was dazed and confused. Looking around he sees his mom and hesitantly reaches out for her, touching her arm to alert her he’d woken up. Ito’s eyes dart  down at him and she smiles “hey there Eijiro” eijirou returns the smile with a tired one of his own before he says. “i-i’m gonna go to sleep..m’tire” His words slurred with exhaustion and his eyes drooped. Ito nods, kisses her son’s forehead and gets up from the bed. “Alright love, I’ll let you rest okay, seems like you need it.” Getting comfortable on the bed and curling up under his weighted blanket, he coughs himself back to sleep.