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Ok, picture this:
B comes home after a long day of work and finds A laying on the couch. Usually they’re doing something, like playing video games, cooking or doing chores or something. Them just laying on the couch doing nothing is odd.
B goes over to them.
B: Hey…you feeling ok?
A: I’m fine…just tired…
B frowns. While A being exhausted when they come home isn’t uncommon, they still do some sort of activity afterwards.
B makes the silent decision that they should check A’s temperature and leaves to find the thermometer.
What B doesn’t know is that A already knows that they’re sick and has checked their temperature recently. Not liking the results and not wanting to worry B, A hid the thermometer.
Soon, B comes back, looking a little frustrated.
B: Where’s the thermometer?
A: What?
B: Where. Is. The. Thermometer. I know you hid it.
A: I didn’t—
B: The Thermometer is always in the bathroom cabinet. And you hide it when you know your sick. So where is it, A?
A: (sighing) Under the mattress…
B: Thank you. When I come back, we’re going to have a discussion about not hiding the thermometer from me and not worrying me when you’re sick.
#sicknario#fever#should i do this?#whump#whump community#sickfic community#sickfic prompt#i can see this happening to my ocs#feel free to use this prompt#sick character#caretaker
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“Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold” - Sicktember, Chris & Jenn
18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”
23. Coughing Fit
@sicktember
My Ocs: Chris & Jenn
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When Jenn got home from yoga class, she dropped off her yoga mat in the wicker basket in the living room of their small apartment and walked to the bedroom to jump in the shower.
Walking into the room, she kicked off her shoes and turned to their queen bed to see Chris covered up under their white comforter with a fuzzy blanket over top of him. She pouted her lip and gently shook him.
“Hey, I thought you went out?” she asked. She and Chris left their apartment at the same time 10am. Chris heading to Target and the beer distributor to grab last minute snacks and drinks for Owen’s house party tonight and Jenn going to the gym to attend her weekly yoga class. Chris opened his eyes to see his girlfriend crouched by the side of their bed, her dark green eyes filled with worry as she noticed his rosy cheeks and pale complexion. He coughed to clear his throat before he spoke, “I came home. I don’t feel good” he said pulling the covers up to his chin and shivering.
Jenn pressed her palm to his forehead, “You’re really hot, babe” she announced as she felt the heat radiating off of her boyfriend’s toasty forehead.
“I was in the beer distributor with a 6-pack in my hand then it suddenly hit me all at once. I left the beer and walked right out of the store. I have the chills so bad” he said, letting out a train of harsh coughs into his elbow.
Jenn frowned at Chris’ condition, “You don’t sound good” she said, standing up and walking into their en-suite bathroom.
Seconds later, she returned with a wet rag, a thermometer, and a package of Tylenol. She walked over to the bed and set down the Tylenol. Then, took a seat on the edge of the bed, holding the digital thermometer in one hand, the wet rag in another.
“Sit up,” she commanded, holding the thermometer up in the air. Chris opened his eyes again and complied with her directions. Jenn fixed the two pillows behind him to give him a comfortable sitting arrangement.
“Open” she said and slipped the instrument under his tongue, running her hand through his matted hair and waited for the thermometer to beep.
As soon as it beeped, she gently slid it out and read the temperature. Meanwhile, Chris turned to his side to release another series of harsh coughs.
She frowned instantly as she read 102.2 flashing on the screen. “Oof. We’re staying home tonight” she explained with disappointment, turning the thermometer to show Chris the results.
“Fuck. I don’t know how I got so sick” he said, hoarsely pulling the covers back up to his chin.
Jenn smirked. “I think I have an idea” she said, thinking back to a couple of days ago. The weather was finally feeling like Fall with the crisp cold air and a cold front lingering. It was the first football game of the semester, and they met up with their group of friends to cheer on the team.
Jenn was bundled up in her puffer jacket and Chris wore a light flannel. Before they left the apartment, Jenn said to him “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold” which Chris passed off. “I’ll be fine. I won’t get cold” he assured her.
“Next time, you’ll wear a jacket” she said pursing her lips. Chris rolled his eyes at her and coughed into his elbow wincing at the pain it caused to his throat.
“I’ll get you better. Promise” she said kissing his forehead then turning toward the nightstand and opening the package of Tylenol. She shook the package and handed Chris two tablets and pulled out her reusable water bottle from her tote bag that lay next to the nightstand.
“Thank you” he whispered. Jenn smiled and pressed the wet rag to his forehead when he was done drinking the water.
“Get some rest. I’ll make some soup and text Owen the bad news. Love you” she said softly patting his leg.
Chris yawned and closed his eyes, curling up with the mountain of covers and drifted off to sleep.
#my ocs#chris x jenn#chris and jenn#fever#forehead kisses#sickfic#sick character#sickfic writer#sicktember 2023#sicktember#sick characters#fever whump#wear your coat you'll catch a cold#flu sickfic#i don't know how i got so sick#whumpee#whump#whump writing#whump community#sickfic community#one shot
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Note 3/12/24: I will continue to be on a partial hiatus for the time being, as I'm running into some serious problems with my health. I've been diagnosed with two chronic illnesses and it's affecting my ability to write things and post regularly. Thank you all for being patient.
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Hi, call me Aria! This is a sideblog for sickfic content. My main blog is @sourcoated, though I'm mostly active over here.
All of my info + tags masterlist below the cut!
Last updated April 14th, 2024
Info:
They/It pronouns
I'm not writing for a kink, but I'm fine with kink blogs interacting, as long as you don't talk about any of my posts in a sexualized way.
Be careful looking at my posts if you don't like things such as vomit.
What I won't write:
Explicit kink stuff
Whumper content
Weird or unhealthy ships (To my discretion. I have a right to decline.)
Minor x Adult
Your OCs
Hurt/No comfort
Uncommon mental illness (I'm afraid of misrepresenting it. If I'm not educated on the illness I have a right to decline for safety.)
Furry stuff (I'm just not a furry, sorry.)
Character death
Dehumanization
Abuse (Mentions of abuse when talking about it to a partner is okay, what I mean is that I will not write anything that includes abusing a character.)
Terminal illness
Too much angst
Rashes/Skin conditions
Fandoms (List is growing):
Danganronpa
My Hero Academia (No manga spoilers, please!)
Ace Attorney (I've only played the OG trilogy so far but I've seen enough fanon of characters I haven't met yet to know what they're like. Still, please don't spoil past the OG trilogy!)
Bungou Stray Dogs (No manga spoilers pls!)
(more coming soon...)
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I was curious since where I'm from, temperature is measured with the thermometer in the armpit and it seems to be the norm here. However, reading sickfics and watching mostly English-speaking media I've noticed thermometer in the mouth is the common image. In other countries, depiction varies and I know there's other places to measure temperature from.
So I made this rolly-polly✌️
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Requests: What I will and won't write
I decided I'm gonna start writing here. So here's some things I will and won't write.
What I will write💞 :
Emeto
Stomach aches
Fevers
Most stomach based illnesses - like bugs, food poisoning and intolerances-
Appendicitis - I love appendicitis fics so, so much so hell yeah I'll right about it-
Car sickness
What I won't write💔 :
Emetophillia
Character death
Male pregnancies
NSFT/smut
Major illness such as cancer
Oc's
Feederism
eprocto
omorashi
Au's where they are like hybrid -I dont know what it's called-
Snz content -sorry I'm not really into it-
Who I'll right about: BTS
♥︎♥︎♥︎Feel free to leave some requests!♥︎♥︎♥︎
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I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks
welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course.
Image transcripts, tagging rules, and guidelines under the cut!
RULES
Any and all art types allowed (GIFs, drawings, music, writing, etc.)
No AI generated content allowed
OCs and Fandom works alike are welcome :)
Trigger and content tags required, even if the prompt explicitly requires the content (eg. Vomiting still needs the emetophobia tag)
NSFT and NSFW are allowed, if tagged appropriately. This blog will not reblog them, as minors do follow it. However, you're still free to write as you please :)
If enough interest is shown, I will make an Ao3 collection
Side note: please let me know if there's anything I can do to make this post or event more accessible. Should I put the image transcripts on the ID too? Is the formatting causing issues? What can I do?
This is not a contest, just an event. The only awards will be announcements for people who completed the whole darn thing. My entries will not receive any announcements or awards, because I'm hosting
TAGGING
Tag with, per example: #whumperless whump event day 1; #whumperless whump event; and (optional) #whumperless whump event day 1: alcohol as a sanitizer
Tag me (@whump-kia) please! If not, I may not see it or be able to reblog it!
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Trigger tag and content warn (including nsfw/nsft)
IMPORTANT:
There are NO OTHER RULES. Do one prompt! Do seven! Do 'em all! Repeat the same prompt six days in a row! Switch them around and do them all out of order! Post them eight months after the event is over! Finish the prompt list early! Write one long-ass story that deals with every prompt or do a one-sentence drabble for each one! Recommend your favorite scenes regarding the prompt! Write, draw, sing, play music, make playlists, do fic recs or show recs or episode recs or book recs, fucking crochet or something! FOLLOW THE VIBE. DO WHAT'S FUN.
Prompts (text):
Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”
Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”
Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”
It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”
Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”
Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”
Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”
Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”
White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”
Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”
A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”
It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”
It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”
Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”
I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”
Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”
In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”
I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”
The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”
It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”
Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”
Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”
Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”
Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”
We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”
That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”
What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”
Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”
Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”
I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”
Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”
ALTERNATES:
Seizure
Choking
Withdrawal
Mugged
Wild animal attack
Hangover
Strain/sprain
Broken bone
Bloody nose
Panic attack
#whump#whumpblr#whump community#whump prompt#whump event#whumperless whump event#whumperless whump#situational whump#sickfic
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a character fainting in the middle of being lectured by their captain for something they did wrong, both worrying them and explaining why they'd made the mistake in the first place, is soooooo good
#whump tropes#whump community#whump prompts#whump#whump scenario#sickfic prompts#sickfic scenario#sickfic
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you know what trope drives me absolutely feral? Repetition. Just :
"Hey, hey, it's okay"
"Shh, you're safe, you're safe, it's alright "
"Look at me. Hey, look at me"
"Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"
"It's over. It's over now."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"
"I'm here. I'm right here"
#sicknario#sickfic prompts#sickfic tropes#soft caretaker#hurt/comfort#whumpblr#sickfic whump#bonus points for fearful or delirious whumpee#the safety and familiarity of repetition is just!!!!#whump community
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don't you ever see a blorbo and wanna just-
#whump#whump community#whump prompt#whump scenario#whump scenarios#whumpblr#whumpee#caretaker#sickfic#sickfic whump#fever whump#hospital whump#writing memes#oc memes#original character
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DC X DP PROMPT #24
Danny has the ghost flu. It's not contagious. So what's the harm in answering a summons from his favorite group of heroes in the sky? Coddling. They knew IMMEDIATELY that something was up and now they aren't leaving Danny alone. On the plus side, he's in space! On the downside, his powers are acting up with the ghost flu and they just aren't letting him go home.
#dc x dp#dpxdc#danny gets summoned to the watchtown#summoning is their form of communication with the ghost kid#danny is sick through his ghost side#unrelated to the given scenario but reveal gone good in this one#the jl: the ghost kid is sick#we should help him#danny: let me go heathens#listen#it doesnt make much sense but i am also very sick rn#actually give me sickfic recs#let me live vicariously through my blorbos
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Doctor’s Visit
@badthingshappenbingo
My first story featuring Neal and Christian!
Christian wasn’t the biggest fan of going to the doctor, but he understood how important it was. He would do it. Begrudgingly, but he would do it. Neal, his beloved however, did everything he could to avoid going. Especially when he was sick.
Which was why Christian was sitting on the couch, dressed to leave, with his car keys in his hands, waiting for Neal’s truck to come home.
As soon as he heard Neal’s truck pull up, Christian was quickly up on his feet and rushed out the door.
Neal was getting out of his truck. Christian thought he looked real tired. Good thing they were going to the doctor and he was the one driving.
“Great, you’re here,” Christian said instead of a greeting. “Let’s get going.” He grabbed Neal’s arm and took him to his car.
“Going where?” Neal asked in a confused tone. “I just got home—”
A cough escaped from his lips.
Christian winced at the sound. He opened the passenger side door and had him sit down. He closed the door and went to the other side. He got in and buckled up, giving him a look to do the same.
“Where are we going?” Neal repeated his question. He sounded more hoarse this time
Christian didn’t answer him right away. He backed out of the driveway and started towards their destination before replying.
“We’re going to the doctor,” said Christian.
“Seriously?!” Neal exclaimed. “This is ridiculous! I told you I’m fine—” He started to roughly cough.
“Not with a cough that sounds like that,” Christian told him. “Besides, if Jayce sent you home, you know you’re sick.”
“You told him to send me home, didn’t you?” Neal asked.
“No, I didn’t have to,” Christian replied with a slight huff.
Neal huffed too.
“Christian, I know you’re worried about me,” said Neal, “but I’m alright. It’s just a cold—”
He started to cough again. Christian was worried but he stayed quiet. Once he stopped, Christian sighed.
“I think this is more than just a cold,” he told him. “Please…just let the doctor examine you. Real quick. Then, we’ll go home—”
Neal stared at him at first. Then he sighed.
“Ice cream for dinner and you got a deal,” he bargained.
Christian huffed a laugh, pretending to think about it. “Ok. You can have ice cream for dinner.”
They soon arrived at the doctor’s office. Christian parked the car and then, guided Neal inside and to a chair.
“Wait here,” Christian gently ordered. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get you checked in.”
Neal nodded. Christian could see him shaking before going to the desk. He felt bad for him but he knew it was necessary. He got him checked in and went over to sit next to him.
“Neal?”
“Hmm?”
“You know Dr. Banks will only do what he needs to do to help you get better.”
“I know that.” Neal sighed. “But, I still feel nervous.”
Christian nodded. He took Neal’s hand and gently squeezed it.
They only waited for about five minutes before Layla, the nurse, called Neal back.
“Hi hun,” Layla greeted with a warm smile as they approached her. “How are you today?”
Neal shrugged. “I can’t complain.”
Layla knew better but she nodded anyway. She took them into an exam room.
“Alright,” she said gesturing to the scale, “let’s get your weight.”
Neal took off his shoes and hoodie and stepped up onto the scale. Layla checked the number and wrote it down while Neal slipped his shoes back on. Then, he went to the chairs next to the exam table and sat down. Christian sat down next to him.
Layla went over and put the pulse oximeter on his finger before grabbing the blood pressure cuff and wrapping it around his arm. They all stayed quiet as Layla took his vitals. Once she got the readings, she took off the cuff and oximeter and wrote down the results. Then, Layla took out the thermometer.
“Under your tongue,” she gently ordered.
Neal opened his mouth and let her stick the thermometer under his tongue. He stayed quiet. When it beeped, Layla took it out of his mouth. She frowned.
“That’s quite the fever you’re running there hun,” she said as she wrote the number down.
“What is it?” Christian asked, taking Neal’s hand into his own.
“102.7,” Layla answered. She walked towards the door and opened it so she can put Neal’s chart into the holder on the door. “Dr. Banks will be here in a little bit. I hope you feel better soon hun.”
Neal thanked her as she left. He sighed.
“I didn’t know I had a fever that high…”
“You wouldn’t even gotten out of bed this morning if I’d known you had a fever that high,” said Christian.
Neal looked down at his feet.
“I’m sorry…”
Christian kissed his cheek.
“You don’t need apologize for being sick darling.”
“I still feel bad,” Neal mumbled.
“It’s ok.”
Neal laid his head against Christian’s. He closed his eyes to rest for a bit.
They didn’t have to wait very long for the doctor to arrive. They heard the knock at the door. Christian called out that it was ok to come in.
Dr. Banks opened the door with a smile.
“Hello there,” he greeted. “How’s my favorite patient this morning?”
Neal looked at him and gave him a hesitant smile.
“Can’t complain,” he croaked.
Dr. Banks’ eyes flashed briefly in concern but he turned his attention towards Neal’s chart.
“Says here that your vitals have been all of the place…and quite high.”
“Well…umm…uhh…” Neal stammered.
Dr. Banks puts the chart down and picks up a instrument to look into Neal’s ears.
“Alright, I’m going to have you hop up onto the exam table and we’ll get started, Ok?”
Neal nodded, shaking a little bit. Christian helped him onto the table.
The doctor approached him with the otoscope. Neal winced when it was put into his ear.
“Does your ear hurt?” Dr. Banks asked.
“No,” answered Neal. “My ears don’t hurt. My throat does though.”
The doctor made a ‘hmm’ sound. He examined his ears and then, examined his eyes.
“Eyes and ears look good,” commented Dr. Banks as he got the tongue depressor. “Now, open wide and say ‘ahh’ for me please.”
Neal never liked this part but he did what he was asked. He coughed roughly afterwards. He winced and rubbed his throat.
“Your throat does look a bit swollen,” said Dr. Banks as he threw away the tongue depressor. “Doesn’t look like strep though, so we won’t worry about that.”
Neal nodded.
Dr. Banks went over and felt the lymph nodes in his neck.
“Your lymph nodes are swollen too,” he said. “But with that fever, I’m not surprised.”
“They do kinda hurt…” Neal admitted.
“Yeah, I’m sorry, son,” Dr. Banks apologized.
Christian had been staying quiet and just listening to the doctor. He felt bad for Neal and wished he could do more to help him.
Dr. Banks picked up his stethoscope from around his neck and put the tips in his ears.
“Ok, let’s start with those lungs,” he said as he rubbed the diaphragm between his hands. “I don’t like the sound of that cough.”
Neal lifted up his shirt and Dr. Banks put the diaphragm of the stethoscope on his back.
“Just breathe slowly through your mouth ok?”
Neal nodded. Dr. Banks listened carefully to his lungs. Neal coughed a couple of times during the exam. While Neal didn’t see it, Christian saw Dr. Banks frown a little bit. He took off his stethoscope.
“Ok, I want you to breathe normally now,” said Dr. Banks, “I’m going to just have a little listen to your heart.”
Neal nodded and coughed a couple of times. The doctor placed the diaphragm of the stethoscope to his chest and listened carefully to his heart.
“I’m hearing a heart murmur but we know that you get them with your fevers,” said Dr. Banks as he took off the stethoscope. “Now, I’m going to have you lay down and lift up your shirt a bit.”
Neal lied down on the exam table and pulled his shirt up, exposing his stomach.
Dr. Banks started to gently feel Neal’s stomach. Once he was done, Dr. Banks had him sit up. Christian stood up too.
“So…” Christian started, “is it a nasty flu or something else?”
“It sounds like we’re in the beginning stages of a chest cold,” said Dr. Banks as he looked over at Neal. “I want you to stay at home and get some rest. I’ll also prescribe some medicine to help.”
Neal nodded.
“Ok, thank you Dr. Banks.”
“You’re welcome son,” Dr. Banks replied with a smile. He turned to Christian. “If he starts to get worse or he isn’t getting any better, call me ok?”
Christian nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
Christian helped Neal up and out of the doctor’s office and helped him into his car. Once Christian was also in the car, he turned to him with a small sigh.
“Let’s get you home and I’ll make you some soup.”
Neal nodded.
“Thank you…”
Christian kissed his cheek before starting the car and driving them home.
#oc neal#oc christian#whump#whump community#sickfic community#doctor#sick neal#sicknario#sickfic#doctor’s visit#scared to visit the doctor#first fic of my ocs!#i hope you like it!#fever whump#sick whump#sick#fever#chest cold#nurse
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whenever you get around to it, i'd love to see a jere sickfic. i dont really have any in specific,but there is a MAJOR lacking of them. (i havent found any)
Here you go!
I feel like Jeremiah would be the whiny/clingy sick person who just wants everyone to know they're sick and tend to them. I tried to channel that here!
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Jeremiah Fisher sluggishly walked downstairs to find his mother about to leave the house, dangling her keys and groaned to get her attention.
“Mom, can you take care of me? I don’t feel good” he said, pouting his lip and giving her puppy dog eyes to convince her to stay.
Susannah just laughed. “Jere, I told you not to go swimming in the rain last night. It was a bad storm!” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I’m already late. I have to get to the club. But Laurel is here” she told her son, kissing the top of his head.
Susannah smiled softly at her son as he sniffled. She walked out of the kitchen, dangling her keys and shut the front door as she left to spend her day at the country club where both Jeremiah and Steven worked.
That morning, Jeremiah woke up with a scratchy throat, aches all over his body, his head pounded like a drum, and chills from the fever he was probably running.
He sulked as he stood in the kitchen clutching his blanket over him like a cape, attempting to combat the uncomfortable chills running through his body. Just then, Laurel came to the rescue.
Jeremiah’s face lit up like a kid on Christmas Day as she walked into the kitchen holding her purse.
He quickly changed his expression from excited to miserable.
“Laurel? I don’t feel good” he cried, sniffling from his runny nose.
“Oh no,” she said somberly as she noticed the boy’s pale and flushed complexion accompanied by rosy cheeks.
Jeremiah frowned at her, knowing that was her kryptonite.
Laurel walked over to the boy and immediately pressed the back of her hand to his toasty forehead.
“Oh, bud. You’re definitely running a fever. Go lie down on the couch and I’ll see what medicine we have here” Laurel instructed, turning toward the cabinet, she rooted around for the sick day essentials.
Jeremiah nodded at her directions and walked over to the couch draping another blanket on top of him and burying his head in a pillow.
Laurel quietly walked over to the couch and sat on the edge holding a measuring cup filled with Tylenol and a digital thermometer.
“Jere, can you tell me what’s bothering you?” she asked, giving him a thin-lipped smile.
Jeremiah sat up a little and held his temples, “My head is pounding, my nose keeps running and my throat really hurts” he said and coughed into his elbow.
“And I have the chills,” he added, pulling the quilted blanket up to his chin.
“Ah, a summer cold. Nothing I can’t fix” she said, smiling again and set the cup of medicine on the coffee table adjacent to the couch.
“Can you sit up so I can get a read on that fever?” she asked, and Jeremiah obeyed, pushing his weak body up slightly against the pillow.
Laurel held the thermometer in the air and placed it under his tongue. “Keep it there. I’ll be right back” she said brushing her hand through his matted curls.
Laurel came back to the living room with a glass of water just as the thermometer beeped. She set the glass onto the coffee table and sat on the edge of the couch turning herself toward the boy.
She grabbed the thermometer out of his mouth and sighed at the reading. “Well, the good news is your fever is low. The Tylenol should do the trick” she said, leaning over to grab the medicine.
Jeremiah nodded, making his curls sway back and forth. He grabbed the medicine cup from Laurel’s hands and drank it. Then, took a long sip of water before curling up on the couch, his head hitting the pillow, he craned his neck to see Laurel standing up.
“Call or text if you need anything. I have to go down to the bookstore to sign some books, but I won’t be too long. Get some rest” she said and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.
“Thanks Laurel” he said in between a yawn and closed his eyes.
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Jeremiah woke up in a cold sweat, coughing his lungs out making him bend over to grab the glass of water and chug the remaining liquid.
When he was finished, he stood up to refill the glass. He walked over to the kitchen and was startled by Belly who sat at the counter drinking a smoothie.
“Wow, you were out like a light. I thought the blender would wake you up” she said, looking up from her phone.
“Cold medicine” he said with a laugh and opened the refrigerator to grab the water filter, pouring the cold water into the glass.
Jeremiah put the water filter back in the refrigerator and turned to see Belly. He sniffled realizing he needed another dose of medicine. He thought he would feel refreshed from the four-hour nap he took but he still felt exhausted.
He yawned which made Belly stifle a hearty laugh. “Are you okay?” she asked, wondering how he could still be tired.
“Stop, Bells. I’m sick. Don’t laugh at me” he whined, coughing into his elbow. Jeremiah groaned. He hated being sick during the summer, especially on a perfect beach day.
Luckily, he could feel the medicine doing the trick. His head didn’t hurt anymore but that was replaced with his teeth aching.
“It’s just a cold. You’re just like Steven! You’re both so dramatic when you’re sick” she explained.
Jeremiah rolled his eyes, “Whatever, Bells. I’m going back to sleep” he said and walked over to the couch, draping the quilt over him, and burying his head underneath.
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Jeremiah woke up again in a coughing fit. He checked his phone, and it hadn’t even been fifteen minutes since he lied back down. Hearing the bouts of harsh coughing, Belly ran over to the couch.
She leaned over the back of the couch and rubbed Jeremiah’s back. He sniffled as the coughing died down.
��God, I’m never going swimming in the rain again,” he said in a raspy voice. Belly laughed under her breath, knowing he was definitely going to do it again.
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“Wow. A phone call? Since when do you have so much time on your hands.”
“I know. I just…I need your help.”
“Are you okay?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
“What’s wrong? You’re starting to scare me.”
“I’m sorry. I’ve uh just been sick for days. I c-can’t keep anything down and I don’t know if I can drive with th-these chills. But I think I need to go to the ER.”
“Oh my God. Okay I am on my way. Why didn’t you call sooner?”
“Denial I guess. Or maybe delirium. I can’t think clearly. My mind is burning.”
“It’ll be okay. I’ll be there in less than half an hour. Have you taken any medicine?”
“Tried. Comes right back up.”
“I see. Have you taken your temperature?”
“Uh y-yes. I have a fever.”
“Yeah I put that together. How high?”
“Higher than I ever remember having.”
“Which is?”
“102.6?”
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FEVERS. WHUMPEE BEING TOO OUT OF IT, THE UNCONTROLLABLE SHIVERING, HALLUCINATIONS, SWEATING, PALE SKIN, THE FEVER DREAMS, SKIN BEIN TOO SENSITIVE, WET CLOTHING/TOWEL(?) ON FOREHEAD.
JUST FEVERS.
FEVERS.
F E V E R S.
anon you're in for a doozy of a response because I LOVE this trope so much.
first of all--denial. "i'm fine". wearing too many layers in obliviousness or too little in an attempt to lower the temperature. dizzy spells leaving them with an elbow on the nearest support, shaking off the fatigue.
pair that with the forced acceptance--they stay zoned out for a minute too long, saying things that don't make sense, a paleness or flushed look just on the cheekbones and finally someone presses their forearm to the back of their neck and whispers, "you're burning up."
when they try to wait it out. leaning against doorframes, eyes closed, an unsteady breath. pacing to keep moving because if they stop for even a second they won't be able to stay standing. that hitch in the breath as it slowly gets worse until they're forced to go home and rest--or, better yet, collapse into the arms of a caretaker, mumbled apologies into their shoulder as they finally give in.
and finally the intensity of the caretaking--there's not much you can do with a low fever. body aches and constant shivering, muscle spasms and hot or cold flashes, lighter symptoms that develop into that weak moaning, heavy sheens of sweat, inability to get comfortable, so disoriented they can't open their eyes past the spinning of the room. when they're calling out for a loved one. when they shudder out that breathy "...sorry" to the caretaker. when they're forced into an ice bath and the sudden rush of pain leaving them crying out, even as the fever begins to recede.
FEVERS. anon you are so correct.
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huge huge huge fan of "it sounds worse than it is" for sickfic and "it looks worse than it is" for injury whump. acknowledging that they're sick or hurt in a very obvious way, but failing to admit just how bad it is.
"That cough sounds terrible." "It sounds worse than it is." before ending up in the hospital with pneumonia.
"That wound is serious." "Looks worse than it is." is slowly bleeding out.
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