Medicinal Herbs
So, I’m logging onto Tumblr on an actual computer for the first time so that I can post a fic inspired by @kaoticfive and the season two side mission where Sam is sick. Basically this is sick Sam on medical marijuana, and he’s a sensitive boi.
TW for sickness, marijuana use, paranoia, non-graphic mention of vomiting, and a very slight allusion to nightmares.
Spoilers: none that I spotted, let me know if I accidentally included any (Sam being sick is in the tagline to the mission it refers to). No spoilers for KaoticFive’s lovely fic But We Sing It Anyway that gave me this idea (go check that out if you haven’t already, it’s awesome.)
Hope you enjoy!
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“Five. Maxine needs you at the hospital.” Amber’s voice broke in to Five’s shallow sleep.
She sat up immediately. “Is Sam okay?” she asked.
Noting Five’s face had gone pale, Amber rushed to explain. “He’s fine. Well, um. He’s fine, but, well, he couldn’t keep anything down, and his fever was still high after taking paracetamol, so Maxine took him back to the hospital. We’re out of antiemetics, but Maxine was able to give him some marijuana for the nausea and, ah. He reacted to it pretty strongly.”
Tension visibly drained out of Five’s face and shoulders, and her lips twitched up a bit. “So, you’re telling me Sam needs a highsitter?”
“Yeah. And don’t tell Maxine, but Sam’s been begging for prawn crisps, if you happen to have any.”
Five snorted. “I don’t, but I’ll see what I can scrounge up,” she said. “Thanks. I’ll be there in a few.”
Fifteen minutes later, Five stood next to Maxine, who was gesturing helplessly to Sam… who was hiding under the hospital bed.
“I don’t want to leave him alone,” the doctor sighed, “but we’re shorthanded here and I can’t spare the time to sit with him. Thanks so much for coming, Five.” She patted Five’s shoulder as if to wish her luck, and was gone.
Five crossed the small room and crouched next to the bed, peering at Sam. His hoodie was pulled up over his face as he regarded her with mild suspicion.
“Hey, Sam. You alright?”
“Fine,” he replied with false nonchalance, “why do you ask?”
The runner bit her lip, caught between amusement and concern. “Why are you hiding under the bed?”
“’m not hiding. ‘s comfy down here is all,” he replied.
“Uh huh. Mind if I join you?”
“Permission to enter the Cave of… of… permission granted,” he said, his voice wavering between his Dragons and Darkness persona and his normal one.
“Thanks.” She slid down beside him, and they lay there in silence for a moment. Five could actually hear his heartbeat, pounding a little too fast. Fever heat was still radiating off him despite the medication. Dr. Myers said it wasn’t dangerously high, but you could have fooled Five. He was like a furnace.
“It’s really not very comfy down here,” Five offered after a couple of minutes. “I bet it’s much nicer on the bed.”
“I don’t want to fall off,” Sam murmured quietly, as if confession a deep, dark secret. “The mattress keeps moving.”
“Well, I’m here now. I can make sure you don’t fall off. Make sure the mattress stays still.”
Sam squinted at her. “Are you sure?” he asked doubtfully.
“Positive. Come on, up you go,” she said as she began tugging him out from under the bed. Sam tried to sit up too soon, whacking his head on the bottom of the bedframe.
“Ow! See, I told you!”
“Slide out first, dum-dum. Good thing you had your hood up over your head or you’d have a lump there.”
Together they maneuvered a woozy Sam onto the hospital cot, onto which he lowered himself as gingerly as if it were a trampoline full of bouncing schoolchildren.
“Maxy gave me marijuana,” he explained in a loud stage whisper. “For the puking.”
“I know. She told me. She also told me you had gotten paranoid ‘probably on account of combining weed, a fever, and a large sleep deficit.’ And speaking from experience, not eating for a while didn’t likely help. So I brought you something.” Five pulled a packet of hobnobs and a Schweppe’s from her bag. “Think you could eat a little? Have a drink?”
“Oooh, I’d better not. The puking. There was quite a lot of that. It was like, like the groundhog’s day movie, only instead of living the same day over and over again, I was just like, vomiting over and over again. I don’t think groundhogs vomit. Are they the same as prairie dogs?” He trailed off, frowning at the ceiling. “They must be related. Hey, Five?”
“Yeah, Sam?”
“If there are groundhogs.” He paused. “Are there skyhogs?” and he burst into giggles, which turned into a coughing fit, followed by a short spell of dry heaving.
What a total goofball, Five thought, rubbing his back. Adorable idiot. Belatedly, she realized she was grinning at him and schooled her expression. Get it together, Five,
“I think the weed should have helped enough to try a little ginger ale, to settle your stomach. Just a sip?”
“That sounds… amazing, actually,” Sam admitted. Five cracked open the can and handed it to him.
After a while, Sam had managed the entire can of ginger ale and a couple of hobnobs. His face lost some of the pallor underneath the fever flush.
“You should rest, Sam. You haven’t been sleeping much lately, have you?”
“Scared to,” he replied, so quietly she almost missed it.
Five felt something twinge inside her chest. Before she could reply, Sam’s expression brightened. “But what is there to be afraid of when the, the brave and mighty Runner Five is here to protect me? It’s like having my own personal superhero!”
Five smirked. “With my super power of running at a normal pace for a regular human, sure,” she said. “I’ll protect you.”
“Leeloo Dallas, multipass.”
“…what?”
“That’s what she said to Corbin Dallas. Well, she said ‘me protect you.’ But it was like, her first day of being alive, you can’t hold bad grammar against her.”
Five was nonplussed.
“The Fifth Element! Tell me you’ve seen the Fifth Element. With Bruce Willis and Mila Jovovich?”
“Uh, no? Should I have?”
Sam stared at her, and it almost looked like his eyes were welling up with tears. Oh. They were welling up with tears. “I can’t believe you haven’t seen the Fifth Element! And now you probably never will! This is horrible!”
“It’s okay, Sam, it’s okay! You can tell me the whole plot, alright? I bet your version is better than the original.”
“But you have to see it! Ruby Rod, and the Diva, and… “
“Sam. Lie back down. Go to sleep.”
It was some time before Sam did, in fact, fall asleep. A little while after that, Jody returned from a successful supply run with a packet of Tamiflu. When Maxine came in to give Sam his first dose, she wished she still had a phone with a camera on it.
Sam and Five were fast asleep, Five’s arms wound tightly around him, the blanket pulled over them both, and an empty packet of hobnobs on the bedside table. Sam snored rather loudly, and Five was drooling.
The medication could wait a little while. For now, Dr. Myers would let them rest. She was pretty sure Janine had a polaroid somewhere…
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ZR 8Tracks Playlists
So I noticed yesterday that 8tracks is back up, and thought this would be a good time to post some links to a few of the awesome ZR inspired playlists that are on there. Fanmixes that the community had made were something I really enjoyed listening to when I was first playing, and I hope some people who might not have heard them yet can enjoy them too.
There’s a lot more than these 15 up there, and I didn’t include all of my favorites here, but this is a few I grabbed real quick for this post.
Some have spoilers but it should say so in the play list notes on the website if they do.
Individual Links:
https://8tracks.com/indyhaine/raise-the-gates-songs-to-outrun-the-zombie-horde-by
https://8tracks.com/samyaos/you-can-be-our-new-runner-5
https://8tracks.com/vegancannibal/a-better-world
https://8tracks.com/verdant-mercury/running-at-the-end
https://8tracks.com/lapstop/our-new-runner-5
https://8tracks.com/hal-on-wheels/zombies-run
https://8tracks.com/crownleys/ramalama-bang-bang
https://8tracks.com/annareacts/chased-by-zombies
https://8tracks.com/collected-sports-bra/i-m-coming-home
https://8tracks.com/dropbear/we-ve-cheated-fate-again
https://8tracks.com/paintedbutton/lead-by-your-beating-heart
*These four are DEFINITELY spoilery*
https://8tracks.com/samyaos/death-at-our-heels-slim-chance-of-escape
https://8tracks.com/familynotblood/dream-team
https://8tracks.com/nympheaas/paid-in-full
https://8tracks.com/samyaos/5-3-i-don-t-think-you-want-to-see-what-s-underneath
Link to collection of all of them:
https://8tracks.com/bleeegh/collections/zombies-run
8Tracks has a weird history, but it looks like they’ve relaunched under new management with all the old playlists still intact. These *should* be playable for everyone, but let me know if it’s not working and I can try to fix it.
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Zombies Run S3 EP33
Spoilers.
Albert: There, see. They're recovering what they can from the Ariadne. That's the ship we were on.
Five: *picks up a lock pick*
Albert: We had to set off those depth chargers. They're rigged all around our flotilla. We'd rather die than let Dianna take us.
Five: *picks up a knife and fork.*
Albert: There's almost nowhere where we are safe from her. After she found our research centre in the riverbed, the Laetitia Greenwald was our last option.
Five: *picks up a tent, a sports bra and a bottle of Whiskey*
Albert: We would have warned you too but…
Five *picks up a hearing aid, a pair of crutches and a pot plant*
Albert: well…
Five: *picks up a tool box*
Albert: FIVE. I'M RIGHT HERE. I CAN SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING. YOU DON'T EVEN NEED A POT PLANT.
Five: …
Five: *drops everything*
Albert: Good, as I was saying … we knew Amelia's Spens was in charge at Able and we knew damn well that she wasn't to be trusted.
Five: *picks up a sports bra*
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Ahahahaha I loved this mission. Poor Albert trying to be serious and tell Five and Sam about Dianna while Five just cases the place and steals their limited supplies.
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