Pretty much all of the illness and stuff I can't put on my regular blog. This is not a kink blog. I just find sick, fictional boys adorable. I write things sometimes too.
When the caretaker has gotten the badly bleeding whumpee to medical attention, and there’s nothing else they can do to help, so all they can do is wait. The caretaker not realizing that they’re covered in the whumpee’s blood until one of their friends takes them to clean up, and the sight making them feel nauseous. Their friend getting them cleaned up, and then sitting with them and letting the caretaker lean on them while they wait for news about the whumpee. The caretaker dozing off on their friend’s shoulder, and their friend letting them sleep until they get news, because the caretaker clearly needs the rest.
When the whumpee is so exhausted that they fall asleep in the hallway, and one of their teammates finds them there. Their teammate carefully picking them up and trying to take them to bed without waking them up, only to freeze when the whumpee stirs in their arms. The whumpee not waking up, only curling closer, and their teammate getting them settled in bed without any more problems. Them trying to leave after tucking the whumpee in, but stopping when they realize that the sleeping whumpee grabbed their sleeve without them noticing. Their teammate sitting down beside them, and staying with them as they sleep, and deciding that as soon as they wake up, they’re going to ask them why they’d been sleeping in a hallway instead of just heading to bed hours before.
When the whumpee hurts their ankle and they don’t have crutches around, so the whumpee is largely stuck on the couch. Their teammates offering to carry them, and the whumpee refusing at first, because they don’t want to be carried, but them eventually giving in because they really need a way to get around. Their teammates all taking turns carrying them, and the whumpee complaining at first, but by the time their ankle heals enough for them to walk on their own, the whumpee has stopped complaining and started finding comfort in being carried and taken care of.
“Sit down, _______. I could see you swaying from across the room, and I don’t think either of us want you to pass out.”
“Are you sure you shouldn’t be in bed? I know you’re feeling a lot better than you did two days ago, but that doesn’t mean you’re well enough to be up and about.”
“This really isn’t looking good, ______. I’m starting to think you might have been poisoned.”
“Alright, enough is enough, you’re going to go to bed now. No, don’t look at me like that, I should have sent you to bed hours ago. You’re exhausted, and you need to sleep to recover.”
“You know, _______, when I saw the size of that puddle of blood you were laying in, I really thought I’d lost you.”
“Sit back down! You know you’re not supposed to be walking yet! You need to give that leg time to heal properly, or you risk causing permanent damage.”
Chicago Med s06e07: Dr. Choi comes to work late, looking off and in pain. He passes out. It’s revealed that he just had surgery that morning and checked himself out against the doctor’s advice.
I am trying to remind myself that there is so much more ahead for me. This sadness is a moment in my life and it’s okay. I don’t have to be on the same timeline as everyone else. I’m in no rush. I know there is so more out there for me.
Ya know the thing characters do before they come to consciousness? That perfect lil thing where they do that wince, and their eyes which are closed squeeze shut even tighter as their brows forrow, then they slowly open their eyes, blinking against the too-bright light, especially coupled with a soft little noise of distress… just such good shit 👌