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samstree · 2 years

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“It’s strange.” Geralt frowns, pressing his forehead to Jaskier’s. “Your fever still hasn’t broken.”

Jaskier’s skin flushes hot, his breathing quick and labored, his scent threaded with exhaustion. His body is slumped against a mountain of pillows but still needs to borrow support from Geralt to stay upright. It’s truly pitiful how weak the human body is if a simple cold can last this long.

Geralt checks his temperature every time Jaskier looks slightly better, but every time he finds Jaskier’s skin burning against his, and now is no exception.

“Perhaps I…” Jaskier exhales, leaning into Geralt’s space. “I just need more time.”

“Hmm.”

Geralt pulls away, opening his eyes. The sight of Jaskier sick is not something he wants to see for long—his face is unhealthily red, his eyes glistening with ever-present tears. Some deeply buried part of Geralt’s heart aches when thinking about Jaskier in pain.

“Oh,” Jaskier says, “You are staring at me.”

For some reason, his face becomes even redder. Ever the shells of his ears are pink now, so Geralt touches it, tucking the stray hair away from Jaskier’s face.

“I don’t understand,” Geralt answers, feeling the warm air between them. “The healer said it should be down two days ago, but every time I check it seems to spike again—”

“Don’t think too much of it!” Jaskier interrupts, his voice rather panicked. “We humans are like this, you know that.” he laughs without humor. “Unreasonably fragile and all.”

“Still, maybe I’m checking the wrong way.” His hands are normally colder due to his slower heartbeat, so Geralt has been using his forehead. It should be more accurate. “Let’s see again.”

With that, he cups Jaskier’s cheeks in his palms and rests their foreheads together once more.

A gasp escapes Jaskier’s lips. It must be his body’s reaction to the discomfort.

“Geralt…”

“Don’t move.” Geralt nuzzles, trying to calm Jaskier but his heart rate is picking up, his breaths also coming in deep and shuddering. “Can you take deep breathes for me?”

Jaskier does as he is told, and Geralt concentrates on catching signs of the lingering illness.

This time, Jaskier is scorching hot under Geralt’s fingertips, even worse than a moment ago.

It’s strange indeed.

“Your breathing doesn’t sound right,” Geralt muses. “Let’s hope it’s not an infection.”

“There’s…ahem,” Jaskier clears his throat. “There’s nothing major, I promise.”

But worry only creeps up in Geralt’s chest. “Your voice has gone deep.”

Jaskier croaks, “it’s not dee—”

“There.” Geralt catches the rasp in Jaskier’s voice. “Now it’s all hoarse too. Your fever has been burning for days, and it’s getting worse. It doesn’t make sense.”

At that, Jaskier flinches nervously like he’s trying to hide something, and Geralt can’t help but soften. It must be hard with the fever coming and going. On top of it, there’s the discomfort of his quickened heart and irregular breathing—all terrible symptoms from the cold.

Jaskier must be reluctant for Geralt to see the lingering effects of his sickness, so he doesn’t get left behind.

“I’m fine,” Jaskier says, straining his voice carefully like he’s putting on a mask for a performance. Even his pupils are blown wide. It must be the delirium from the fever, but he’s still trying to reassure Geralt.

Geralt dislikes this very much.

“Hey.” He runs a hand down Jaskier’s back. “It’s okay. We’ll stay for as long as you need. And I’ll be here and take care of you.”

“You will?” A hint of smile tugs at Jaskier’s lips, so Geralt nods gently.

He gestures for Jaskier to make space on the bed and places himself on top of the covers. Jaskier’s cheek presses against Geralt’s collarbone, waves of heat still coming off of him, and every time Geralt tries to soothe him with more touches, Jaskier lets out a small, high-pitched, sad sound. So Geralt touches him more.

“You are so good to me when I’m sick.”

“Hmm.” Geralt tilts his chin so Jaskier is more comfortable. “Don’t get used to it. I’ll need to check you every day, and as soon as the fever is done, we will prepare for leaving.”

“You’ll have to wait for a long time,” Jaskier mumbles through a yawn.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Jaskier is not even thinking straight anymore. With his strange cold somehow getting worse for no reason at the most random times, he must be exhausted.

The poor bard.

Geralt hums softly as he strokes Jaskier’s hair and nape until he drifts off. A smile blooms on Jaskier’s face in sleep, and Geralt should only be proud.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #sick jaskier #sickfic #help the bard is too easily flustered and his witcher keeps thinking he's still sick

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beth--b · 1 year

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stubborn as a mule

Jaskier had always been a stubborn, willful child. As he had grown older that had never really changed, though he had learnt to pick and choose his battles.

He would always fight to ensure Geralt was treated fairly, or at least paid fairly for his work. He'd be as stubborn as required for that particular endeavour.

He would not argue however, if Geralt told him not to feed Roach too many sugar cubes.

He'd just be careful to ensure Geralt was out of earshot when he did it next.

Geralt knew of course that Jaskier was stubborn as a mule.

Which is why when the bard began to come down with a cold he knew not to mention it. That did not mean he would ignore it, or let the idiot cause himself harm by arguing with Geralt about how he was 'fine' when he was clearly anything but.

They were heading up the path towards Kaer Morhen. They had made good time, and it was a warmer than average fall so they had not been in a huge rush. When he noticed Jaskier seemed a little slower than the previous day he decided to pay a little extra attention.

After Jaskier stopped his usual running commentary Geralt began to plan.

He let them travel on until it was close enough to lunch to reasonably call for them to stop.

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"Come on Jask, we'll stop here for lunch," Geralt led Roach to one side of the path and dug through the saddle bags for some jerky. He handed some to Jaskier without a word and proceeded to find a fallen log motioning for the bard to sit beside him.

Jaskier looked ready to argue but instead he just closed his eyes briefly before sitting beside Geralt on the log. They ate in silence, Jaskier slowly moving closer to Geralt's warmth. By the time they were done eating he looked ready to fall asleep, head resting on an armoured shoulder. Despite knowing how the afternoon would likely play out if he let them rest too much longer Geralt still took his time to get some water for himself and Jaskier, to check Roach's saddle and saddlebags were secure, and finally to feed Roach a slightly shrivelled apple, the last in their packs.

With no more reason to stall Geralt headed back on the path, Jaskier following behind.

The day wore on, and apart from being abnormally quiet and a little slower than usual, Jaskier didn't seem any worse off.

They made camp in a small shelter that had been used by many a Witcher before. It wasn't much but it was dry and the biting wind that had picked up as the evening wore on was far less bothersome than it otherwise would have been.

They ate some dried fruit and nuts, along with some more jerky for supper and as soon as he could reasonably do so Geralt climbed into their shared bedrolls laid out on the earthen floor.

With little else to do Jaskier followed, bard and Witcher curling up together under a pile of furs and blankets

"G'night love," Jaskier murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Geralt's cheek. Geralt pulled the bard a little closer and hoped he was better come morning. He had a feeling though that luck would not be on their side.

Geralt woke first, though this was certainly nothing unusual. He took a few moments to watch the sleeping bard, trying to figure out if Jaskier was doing better or worse. Though he couldn't say for certain, he was fairly sure the answer was worse.

Jaskier looked pale, far more than was usual for the bard. He was breathing through his mouth and his breaths sounded harsher than normal.

Geralt wanted nothing more than to bundle Jaskier up and put him on Roach for the rest of the days trek to the keep. He knew though that if he even suggested such a thing Jaskier would deny that he was feeling ill. As far as Jaskier was concerned he never got sick, So when he did he tried to act as though he were fine, until he could no longer keep up the act, or got better. Once Geralt tried to make him rest while he fought off a bout of the flu, suffice to say that Jaskier stubbornly refused to acknowledge that he was sick until he threw up and passed out. Geralt had no intention of letting that happen again.

Knowing he couldn't stall any longer if they wanted to make it to Kaer Morhen before nightfall, Geralt reluctantly woke the bard.

"Wake up Jask," he said softly, stroking his hand through brunette locks. Jaskier mumbled something unintelligible before groaning and turning to bury his head against Geralt's chest. Stifling a grin, Geralt sat up and pushed the blankets away, causing Jaskier to yelp and the cold air.

Jaskier glared up at him but Geralt just stood up and set about getting them some semblance of food from their dwindling supplies.

"When d' you think we'll get there?" Jaskier questioned as he finished up his food. He'd been to the keep several times before, but different weather could slow the journey. Geralt wanted to say they'd be there by lunch if they go moving now at a good pace, he also didn't want Jaskier to push himself too hard. Though the sooner he was warm in the Keep, the better.

"By dinner," he finally settled on.

Seemingly too tired to argue, Jaskier just nodded and helped gather their things up so they could get moving.

Within a few hours Jaskier was sniffling and had begun to cough. He tried to hide it in his cloak, though of course Geralt was aware. He was always aware of Jaskier.

The sky was beginning to darken, a storm rolling in. It would be a few hours before it reached them, but with Jaskier already ill he knew they needed to make it to the Keep well before the storm hit.

Despite knowing his stubborn bard would probably argue he needed to get Jaskier on Roach to help hurry things along.

Before GeraIt could voice his thoughts, Jaskier broke the silence that had fallen between them.

"Storm coming love, think we can beat it?" Jaskier asked, looking over his shoulder at the black clouds. His voice sounded rough, Geralt knew he could add 'sore throat' to the list of symptoms Jaskier was accumulating.

"If you ride Roach and we hurry we should be able to."

Jaskier seemed to contemplate this for a moment, a slight shiver wracking his frame as he slowed to a stop.

"Alright, if you’re sure," Jaskier agreed, tugging his cloak tighter around himself.

Geralt just nodded, taking Jaskier's hand he led him to Roach and let the brunette steady himself on Geralt as he mounted the mare.

With Jaskier on Roach, and of his own volition, Geralt was able to pick up the pace significantly. It was still a difficult path to travel but both Witcher and mare knew the way well. It was far more difficult with ice and snow to contend with after all.

Despite the increased speed the storm eventually caught up. Winds picked up, causing Jaskier to hunch over in the saddle, keeping his head down close to Roach's neck. He was freezing cold and was coughing harshly.

Geralt wanted to get in the saddle and help warm his friend, his partner, but he knew Jaskier would protest. He also knew it would be dangerous for Roach to carry them both in this weather. As the storm grew nearer the light had faded until it was hardly brighter than it would be as the sun began to set.

As the snow began to fall, they finally reached the gates.

Eskel was there, waiting just behind the closed gates, ready to help open them for the new arrivals.

While Geralt helped an unsteady Jaskier down from the saddle, Eskel waited to take Roach to the stable, leading the mare away as soon as the bard was on solid ground.

The weather was quickly getting worse and Geralt nodded to Eskel in thanks as he hastily led Jaskier to the doors of the Keep.

Once they were inside Vesemir greeted them happy to see they had made it safely through another year on the path, one glance at a still trembling Jaskier and he motioned them towards the roaring fireplace in the kitchen. It would be warmer there than in the hall and they could get Jaskier something warm to drink at the same time.

“Geralt, help him out of his damp gear and get him by the fire. I’ll make us all some tea,” Vesemir said, heading to the pantry to get tea leaves.

Wasting no time now they were inside he sat Jaskier before the fire and helped strip him of his outerwear and boots. He then removed his own damp gear and sat beside Jaskier, pulling the bard into his arms and helping to warm him.

Tea was ready before long and Jaskier gratefully accepted the steaming mug from Vesemir.

“Thank you,” Jaskier croaked out, looking almost surprised at how awful he sounded.

Geralt refrained from rolling his eyes. He loved the bard, truly, but one day his dogged refusal to accept that he was not above such things as illness would get the damn fool killed.

As Jaskier warmed up he began to drift off, head lolling against Geralt’s chest and the now empty mug in his hand dangling from lax fingers. Geralt retrieved the mug, passing it to Vesemir to deal with later, and stood, lifting Jaskier into his arms and with a quick thanks to his mentor he headed towards his room with Jaskier.

He had been correct in thinking that Eskel would take their bags up and get the fire going, the dark haired Witcher was just leaving the room as Geralt arrived.

“All set in there for you Wolf,” Eskel said, stepping aside so Geralt could enter the room.

“Thank you, I’ll find you later Eskel,” Geralt murmured, not wanting to disturb the sleeping bard in his arms. Turning away from his brother, Geralt entered their room.

The room was small and sparsely decorated, though not as much as it had been before he met Jaskier. A handful of books on the shelf, a few small trinkets from various places they had been together. Some spare lute strings left over from Jaskier’s last visit. There were furs on the bed and a small desk and wooden chair to one side of the room. A trunk for their clothes at the end of the bed. Their saddle bags and Jaskier’s lute case had been carefully placed in one corner to be sorted out later.

Laying the sleeping bard on the bed, Geralt stripped out of the rest of his clothes. Opting for some clothes from the trunk rather than those in the saddle bags, he changed into a pair of soft sleep pants, one of the few indulgences he allowed himself for winter in the Keep. He contemplated leaving Jaskier to sleep as he was, but the bard’s clothing was still slightly damp and wouldn’t help whatever illness he had already picked up. Finding another pair of sleep pants and a worn chemise he roused Jaskier just enough to get him changed. The bard let out a deep barking cough, rubbing at his chest before falling asleep one more.

Geralt was worried.

He knew he should have pushed Jaskier to rest more, to acknowledge that he was feeling poorly, but he hadn’t wanted to waste time with the arguments that would have followed. He just hoped that Jaskier didn’t end up too sick.

It wasn’t too late in the day, having Jaskier ride had saved them some time, but he chose to lay down beside his bard regardless. Jaskier could use the warmth, and Geralt would be able to keep an eye on him.

Without meaning to Geralt had fallen asleep.

He was woken by Jaskier when the bard had an awful sounding coughing fit that left him gagging at its intensity. He quickly helped Jaskier up and rubbed his back through the fit. When Jaskier was done he fell into Geralt’s arms and buried his head in the Witcher’s chest. Geralt could feel the heat that radiated from him. Wonderful, he had a fever now as well as a cough.

It was long minutes later when Jaskier finally pulled away and looked at Geralt, his face was pale, cheeks flushed with fever. Tired eyes looked glassy and his nose was red, probably from the bard rubbing at it when Geralt hadn’t been looking.

“Geralt, I don’t feel well,” Jaskier said softly, almost like he was expecting some kind of negative reaction from the Witcher. Probably because everytime Geralt suggested he wasn’t feeling well in the years they had known one another, Jaskier would argue, deny and disagree until he was blue in the face. Geralt just felt relieved though that maybe this time he would be able to take care of the man before him without all the usual drama.

So rather than argue, or tell Jaskier he had known for over a day that the bard was falling ill he simply pulled him into his arms, kissed his over warm forehead and lay back on the bed, pulling Jaskier with him.

“Alright then, we’ll speak with Ves and get something to help. Just let me know when you feel up to it alright?”

Jaskier nodded against Geralt’s chest and relaxed. For once allowing Geralt to care for him without argument.

#febuwhump #febwhumpday11 #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #sickfic #sick jaskier #jaskier whump #soft geralt #kaer morhen #vesemir #Eskel #Roac my #roach #my fics #fanfiction #the witcher

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fandom-happy · 6 months

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Sicktember 2023 - Day 29: Side effect/adverse reaction

Summary: Jaskier’s luck with putting random stuff in his mouth runs out and scares the hell out of Geralt.

#My fic #The Witcher #Jaskier #Geralt of Rivia #Yennifer of Vengerberg #Milva/Maria Barring #Sick Jaskier #Sicktember 2023 #Prompt: Side effect/adverse reaction #Sickfic #Vomiting tw #Hurt/Comfort

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izzy-hands · 9 months

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Joey Batey as Jaskier THE WITCHER: Season 3 Volume II Trailer

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pixlatedvampire · 1 year

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It’s been ten years since I finished a drawing so please enjoy these two idiots I drew all the way back in 2021 😭🤣

#procreate #doodle #my art #the witcher #jaskier #gerlion #geralt of rivia #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #they have too many fucking names between them lmao #I’ve been sick this past week so I haven’t even been able to work on any drawings :(#I have a very stupid comic I’m working on for them if that interests anyone lol (and if I ever finish it >:T)#anyhoo this one’s old but I like them :> I think I got the idea from a text post I saw? I have no idea anymore tho sorry #honestly I like how I drew dandy here he has a good energy to him #I feel like I’ve gotten worse at drawing him alksajcklsndflkn rip

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tishawish · 2 years

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taking a break

commissioned by lorisia <33

#geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #the witcher #fanart: the witcher #tish arts #drags myself across the floor #i am once again apologizing for being mia #been struggling with burnout and getting sick :'))#but i'm recovering!!#i need spoopy month powers to come in fast pls and ty

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yeraskier · 10 months

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“they’d love a song about your white-haired witcher”

your witcher.

#it’s been making me sick since i heard it UGHHHH #the way he was so reluctant to sing until they said to sing about geralt………. GOD #i’m sick i’m sicckkkkkkk #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier

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spielzeugkaiser · 2 years

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[First Part] - [second]

Baby (who still has no name) is warming up to Geralt, who also starts to connect some dots. (Like, I think he suspects that he's Jaskiers son, adopted or otherwise, but he won't even humor the idea that he could be the dad.) That being said - the kid is an angry teenager sometimes. Jaskier tried all he could as a single parent and they have a very loving relationship, but I also think they do argue quite a bit, and there is some tension.

And the more he gets to learn how Geralt truly is the weirder is gets, cause. He's a good guy? And either Jaskier is petty and was too dramatic and kept him from meeting his dad for nothing, or Geralt isn't a good guy AT ALL and has hurt Jaskier really bad, and he doesn't think Geralt has it in him, but some people (and especially alphas) get really weird and archaic around omegas? And he had to witness again and again, with how little respect his unbonded, single father of a bastard child was treated - is Geralt like that too? But Jaskier still only ever talked somewhat kindly about him. And from all he saw... he trusts Geralt. He's a quiet, but witty and honorable man. But is it fair to doubt the parent that was there for him, that raised him, that sacrificed so much for him? The poor kid is so conflicted.

#please tell me your headcanons and prompts about this 'verse it's just vibes so far and like 10% plot #geraskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #ciri #omegaverse #geraskier lovechild #jaskier #i don't know where this came from #but I imagined the kid as quite sickly (which is ironic) - Geralt does not really remember that he was sick as a child all the time too #also I do think Jaskier can play the lute but it's no fun for his fingers and he switched to other stuff over the years #I'm quite sure that Jaskier kept a low profile after the Rience incident because he was TERRIFIED by the thought what could have happened #also I really wanted to look at this with a kind of more realistic lense when it comes to parentage #and Jaskier did all the things right where it counts #He's loving he's emotional open he communicates - but would Jaskier always be a reliable parent? a structured one? an easily available one?#I don't think so #professor Jaskier can work for hours on end and forget to get you on time from your play date so you have to awkwardly wait and #he forgets to cook and to wash and it's always messy and once he writes he writes and gets annoyed when interrupted #but he also tells bedtime stories and stays at your bedside when you're ill and plays with you when you moved AGAIN and have no friends yet #he's easily pulled into arguments but also knows how to apologise #but he lies again and again #and he tells heroic and brave and honourable stories about your dad but still has a chest with your unsend letters and looks so so sad #when you put another one in his hands #and he never tells you to stop but doesn't send them and you know your Papa would be too kind to ask you to stop #ALSO #I think the kid is old enough to understand some of the inherent consent issues that are rampant in omegaverse #and while I imagined that 'verse here a bit tuned down #I think that the kid has seen and heard some shit! and what if Jaskier in only talking kindly of Geralt to soften the blow for him and-#kid is 100% ready to break Geralts nose if it turned out that he forced himself on his pa #(which he did not ofc but nobody communicates here)

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whumpypepsigal · 9 months

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The Witcher s03e07: “I thought Triss would have healed you,… How are you? Can you walk?”

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aceofwhump · 9 months

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The Witcher 3x07

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artistsfuneral · 1 year

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😁 Looks better in person, but I'm too lazy to find the perfect lighting for taking a picture.

@spielzeugkaiser thank you, friend 😊

(here would be a cut if I wasn't posting this from my phone)

#rambles #spielzeugkaiser's fault #artistsfuneral draws #i'm getting sick so i spent all day coloring this and watching gab smolders play horror games #a sunday well used #decided to use warm colors for everything but ciri's dress so it'd stand out more and #unintentionally matched jaskier's shirt with the cloth they're sitting on but honestly it's a vibe

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my-jokes-are-my-armour · 1 year

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Ok, I am currently doing my homeworks to have everything clearly in head for S3. And the very moment Geralt says his name in this show, I have a powerful gerakier flash back from Her Sweet Kiss.

Nice choice of words Jaskier 😏

#sorry for the bad quality of my screens #currently sick in my bed taking pictures with my phone 😮‍💨#her sweet kiss #geraskier #just in front of me #jaskier #geralt is a gorgeous garroter 😏

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beth--b · 1 year

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Rest my head against your shoulder

Jaskier shuffled his way out of the bedroom he shared with Geralt and into the lounge room. He set the kettle to boil and then made his way over to the lounge and practically collapsed onto it, burying his face into the cushions and groaning.

Geralt was on a hunt, because of course he was, and Jaskier had woken up feeling like hot garbage. His chest was tight and he couldn’t breathe through his nose, a headache pounding behind his eyes.

He wished that Geralt were home, even if he couldn’t do anything to alleviate his misery other than cuddle him. Though the witcher’s warmth would be more than welcome, the chill that had settled in his bones during the night hadn’t gone away no matter how many blankets he burrowed under.

He heard the kettle finish boiling and groaned again. Getting up felt like far too much hard work. Though the tea would feel glorious on his scratchy throat.

He finally heaved himself upright and shuffled back to the kitchen, slowly making himself a cup of tea with extra honey to try to soothe his sore throat, and maybe help warm him up at least for a little while.

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Tea made, he shuffled back to bed, setting the tea on the bedside table and pulling out his phone. He scrolled aimlessly through various social media apps before sending a message to Geralt, telling him to stay safe on the hunt and let him know when he was on the way back.

Geralt had left late the night before after getting a call from Eskel about a contract that sounded fairly urgent. Jaskier had not felt quite so rotten at that point, simply feeling a little stuffy he had headed to bed early, he had woken briefly when Geralt had come to let him know he was leaving and then promptly passed back out, only to wake around 3am feeling absolutely awful. He had contemplated letting Geralt know his stuffy nose had turned into something much more, but he didn’t want to bother him on the hunt. Eskel wouldn’t have called Geralt to come with him at 11 at night if he wasn’t needed.

Sipping at his tea Jaskier tried to read on his phone but quickly gave that up when he was unable to concentrate, instead settling for aimless scrolling.

When his tea was finished he burrowed back beneath the covers and closed his eyes, letting himself give into the temptation to sleep.

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Jaskier wasn’t sure what woke him up, eyes still heavy with sleep and body exhausted he became aware of his surroundings slowly.

Judging but the shadows in the room he’d been asleep for several hours, his chest was sore and he could tell he’d been coughing in his sleep.

Maybe that was what woke him. He sighed and rolled over, trying to get back to sleep where he didn’t have to feel quite so shitty.

He frowned to himself as he finally took note of just how hard he seemed to be working just to breathe while laying down in bed. He sat up, hoping the change would help him to get his breath back but only felt sick and dizzy at the movement. His breathing was shallow and he could hear himself wheezing. He was starting to think he might need to visit a doctor after all, maybe this wasn’t just a cold.

He pushed the blankets off, shivering a little at the loss of warmth, and swung around to the side of the bed, planting his feet on the floor and standing shakily. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when he noted that his chest was tighter than before, his breaths coming out in a harsh gasping wheeze.

“Fuck,” he gasped out, hand to his chest.

By this point he was fairly confident he shouldn’t, and couldn’t drive himself to get help.

He fumbled for his phone on the bedside table and gave up on standing up when he began to feel lightheaded.

Unlocking his phone he paused at Geralt’s name before deciding there was no use worrying him when he couldn’t help. He stopped at Lambert instead and hit the call button. He only hoped that Lambert hadn’t been roped into the hunt as well.

After several rings Jaskier was ready to hang up and try someone else when the call was answered.

“What’s up Jaskier?” came Lambert’s voice.

Jaskier sighed heavily with relief before trying to speak.

“Hey Lam,” he gasped out, having to pause for breath. “I think - I think I need some help.”

“Jaskier? What’s wrong?” Lambert asked, sounding much more alert. Jaskier could hear the sound of keys and a door opening and closing. “You at home?”

Jaskier tried to answer but had to stop short as he began to cough. Finally the fit passed, leaving him gasping and almost in tears

“Ye-yeah, home,” he finally managed.

“I’ll be there in a few. Just hold tight alright.”

The call ended just as Jaskier heard the engine to Lambert’s truck start up. He leaned back against the pillow, propping himself up and focused on trying to breathe as evenly as he could. He quickly found that shallow breathing, while not ideal, at least stopped the worst of the coughing fits from overtaking him. He lay there feeling dizzy and like there was something sitting on his chest, waiting for Lambert to arrive. The youngest of the wolf witchers had a key, he’d let himself in if he found the door locked. Knowing this he closed his eyes and waited.

Jaskier drifted somewhere between awake and asleep, he was aware that his chest hurt, he knew he wasn’t breathing right but he was so tired.

“Jaskier?” he was roused from his half asleep state by the sound of someone calling his name.

“In the-” he paused to get his breath back, “bedroom.”

Lambert was there moments later, looking Jaskier over before helping him to sit up.

“Alright, we’re going to the hospital,” he was already getting Jaskier his dressing gown off the end of the bed, followed by his worn converse.

It took longer than it should have to get Jaskier into his shoes and out the door to Lambert’s truck, taking frequent pauses so he could cough or catch his breath.

It wasn’t a long drive to the hospital but Jaskier was starting to think he’d need to tell Geralt. Seemingly reading his mind Lambert spoke up as they approached the hospital.

“Have you spoken to Geralt? Or send him a text if talking is too hard?”

Jaskier looked out the window, shaking his head.

“Don’t want to…worry him,” he eventually said, before breaking out into a fresh coughing fit.

Lambert glanced at him, concern evident in his creased brow, before nodding and focusing back on the road.

They arrived at the hospital shortly after, Lambert parking across from the entrance to emergency. He helped Jaskier out of the car, letting the blue-eyed musician lean on him as they walked across to the emergency department.

Lambert led Jaskier to reception, explaining quickly what he knew, Jaskier interjecting more details about how he’d been feeling unwell all day before waking from a nap struggling to breathe.

They had hardly sat down in the hard plastic chairs in the waiting room before Jaskier was called to triage by a nurse. Lambert helped him over before returning to wait.

More questions were asked, Jaskier answering as best he could before he was given a spacer with more puffs of ventolin than he could count.

Rather than being sent back to the waiting room the nurse led him to a chair where he was poked and prodded at, cannula inserted, blood drawn and then monitored by the nurses.

Lambert had been left in the waiting room and finally when the nurse was satisfied and he had been taken through to a bed the nurse went and called the youngest wolf through.

“How you doing Jaskier,” Lambert asked quietly, taking a seat beside the bed.

Jaskier, who was currently hooked up to a machine to monitor his oxygen level, arm held awkwardly on the bed with wires coming off his finger and a cannula in the crook of his elbow, quirked an eyebrow at the red head.

Lambert let out a low chuckle and nodded his head. “Alright dumb question. Next question though, any idea what’s going on? Do I need to get in touch with Geralt and tell him to get his pasty ass here?”

Jaskier rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“No, don’t call him. They just want to monitor me for a few hours I think. They mentioned a chest x-ray and maybe some antibiotics. Hopefully I’ll get to go home in a few hours though.”

Jaskier stopped to catch his breath, he was no longer gasping and struggling to get enough air but he was still getting breathless after speaking a few sentences.

“We’ll see what happens. I don’t want to leave you alone with Geralt gone while you’re sick like this Jaskier,” Lambert said, eyes flicking from Jaskier’s face to the monitor.

Jaskier just leaned back onto the bed with a sigh, focusing on breathing as deeply as he could manage without triggering another coughing fit.

Two hours after they arrived at the hospital Jaskier got a message from Geralt to say he and Eskel were on their way back and were about three hours away.

“Geralt’s coming home Lambert. You can stop your mother henning about me being alone at home,” he got out before stopping to focus on his breathing once more.

Before Lambert could reply the nurse came over to check the readings on the monitor and gave him a dose of medication to help open his airways. The meds were followed by a kind looking doctor coming towards them.

“Hi I’m Doctor Sharma, what brings you in tonight Mr Pankratz?”

Jaskier sat up as much as he could before running the doctor through the events of the day, finally ending with their trip to the hospital.

The doctor nodded along, asking a few more questions and listening to his chest.

“Alright, well we will get a chest x-ray but you don’t sound too bad now. Did the ventolin help?” she asked, putting the stethoscope back around her neck.

Jaskier brushed his hair away from his eyes and nodded slowly.

“I don't feel…quite normal. Better than I was though.”

The doctor seemed to accept that answer as she moved onto a few more questions before finally telling him she’d be back after the x-ray.

Jaskier had just sat back on the bed when a young man came to lead him through to x-ray, telling Lambert he needed to stay behind and wait.

Jaskier followed the young man, who introduced himself as Matt, through to x-ray. Thankfully it didn’t take long and Jaskier was back with Lambert within fifteen minutes.

The nurses came to do their obs and he was plied with more ventolin.

Jaskier lay back against the pillow and closed his eyes, he was so fucking tired, his head hurt, his chest hurt. He just wanted Geralt but he knew his boyfriend was still another hour away at least.

Jaskier startled when a hand was pressed against his leg and he opened his eyes to see Lambert leaning forward in the chair, hand pressed heavily to Jaskier’s blanketed knee.

“How are you holding up there Jaskier? After the doc comes back we’re calling Geralt regardless of whether you are heading home or not. No arguments.”

“I do feel better than before. I just want to go home and sleep,” he answered, exhaustion clear in his voice as he stifled a yawn before breaking out into another coughing fit.

Lambert squeezed his knee before withdrawing his hand and they sat in silence once more.

It was another half an hour before the doctor reappeared and Jaskier just prayed to Melitele that he could go home to his own bed. It was nearing midnight by this stage and he knew he’d never sleep well if he had to stay overnight.

“So the good news is your chest is clear, I’m going to send you home with antibiotics and some steroids to help your airways open up over the next few days. You can expect to feel tired for a few days and you will need to follow up with your regular doctor within the next 48 hours,” she explained with a small smile. “You can get some rest in your own bed tonight Mr Pankratz. The nurse will be by soon to get you sorted and then you are free to leave. If you feel worse again or breathing becomes difficult please don’t hesitate to come back in.”

She nodded to Lambert and then took her leave heading over to the next patient.

“Alright then Buttercup, let’s get the fuck out of here as soon as the nurse sees you. I’m gonna go call Geralt and move the car closer, and then we can get you home and into your own bed,” Lambert stood up and headed outside, phone already to his ear as he called his brother.

Jaskier didn’t have to wait long before the nurse came to remove the cannula from his arm and handed him his discharge papers. Jaskier got up from the bed and slowly shuffled his way back to the main entrance, finding Lambert waiting for him at the door. Lambert wrapped an arm around Jaskier and led him over to the black pick up truck parked just near the doors.

Once he had Jaskier situated, Lambert went around to the drivers side and got in, starting the engine before he started to talk.

“So I called Geralt. He’s worried about you, obviously, but I told him you were doing alright and we were heading back to your place. He and Eskel should be back in about half an hour so I’ll wait with you until they get there.”

Jaskier knew there would be no arguing with Lambert so he simply agreed and settled in for the drive home.

They made it back to Geralt and Jaskier’s place quickly, hardly any cars on the road so late at night.

Lambert helped him out of the car and led Jaskier up to the door, taking the keys from him and opening up the door.

Jaskier felt a wave or relief wash over him upon being back home. No more harsh hospital lighting, no antiseptic smell, no nurses coming to check on him constantly. Geralt would be home soon, and though he was sure to mother hen him, Jaskier couldn’t find it in himself to mind.

He went to collapse onto the couch but Lambert stopped him with a hand on his arm, motioning towards the bedroom instead.

Jaskier rolled his eyes but changed direction to head up the hall to the bedroom, gratefully collapsing face first onto the bed when he made it. He heard Lambert chuckle from the doorway and sat up with a groan.

“Don’t laugh at me, I’m sick don’t you know,” he said with a tired grin. Jaskier took off his dressing gown and leaned forward enough to untie his shoes before taking them off and throwing them into a corner of the room to be dealt with later.

“Need anything?” Lambert asked, leaning against the door frame.

“Water? Otherwise I think I’m fine for now.”

“One water coming up,” Lambert said, turning and heading back down the hall towards the kitchen.

Jaskier heard the tap running and then Lambert's footsteps approaching once more. He gratefully took the glass of water when it was handed to him, taking a few small sips and then placing it on the bedside table where his abandoned mug from earlier that day still sat.

He had just placed the glass down when both men heard the front door opening once more.

“Jaskier?” came Geralt’s deep voice, calling from the front entrance.

“Bedroom,” Lambert answered before Jaskier could even attempt to call out.

Geralt was there moments later and Lambert retreated to the living room.

The white haired witcher knelt beside the bed, his clothes still dirty from the hunt. Geralt reached out and took Jaskier’s hand, threading their fingers together before pressing a gentle kiss to the back of his hand.

“You were at the hospital, why didn’t you call me?”

Jaskier just shrugged before quietly answering. “I didn’t want to worry you…Didn’t want to distract you. Can’t have you getting hurt on me.”

Geralt frowned at the way Jaskier had to keep pausing to catch his breath before addressing his words. “Jask, I understand why you didn’t tell me but you should have let me know what was going on as soon as you heard we were on our way back. Please don’t leave me in the dark if anything like this happens again.”

“Ok, I’m sorry my dear, I’m just happy you’re home,” Jaskier stopped and tried to stifle a cough before giving up and letting it loose, his chest aching with the motion.

Geralt for his part just rubbed Jaskier’s back until the fit had passed. Once it was over he moved to sit beside the brunette on the bed and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, Jaskier gratefully sagged against him, closing his eyes.

“Want me to go kick my brothers out?” Geralt asked after a few moments.

Jaskier nodded then paused and shook his head.

“Is that a yes or a no Jask?”

“Yes they can go, but first can I see them?”

“Of course,” Geralt answered, standing back up and leaving the room to get Lambert and Eskel.

Moments later Eskel appeared in the doorway to the bedroom.

“Hey Jaskier, how are you doing now? Feeling any better than earlier?” Eskel asked softly.

Jaskier gave him a tired smile and nodded, “Better than earlier, yes. Thank you for staying to check in on me. I think I’m just going to try and sleep.”

“Of course, let me know if you need anything in the next few days so Geralt can stay here with you.”

“Thank you Eskel.”

At that Eskel moved closer and wrapped Jaskier in a brief hug.

“Take care of yourself, and let Geralt help you.”

Jaskier laughed and nodded in agreement.

Eskel moved away and left the room, calling for Lambert to go in.

Lambert traded places with Eskel in the bedroom and sat beside Jaskier on the bed.

“Hey, what did you need Buttercup?”

“Nothing Lambert. Just wanted to say thanks. I- I don’t know what I’d have done without you today.”

Looking a little uncomfortable at Jaskier’s gratitude the redhead just shrugged and ducked his head down.

“Was nothing. You’d do the same for me. Just rest up ya hear?”

Before Jaskier could respond Lambert stood and strode out of the room.

Alone again Jaskier shuffled back fully onto the bed and lay down, closing his eyes and listening to the muffled sounds of Geralt saying goodbye to the other wolves and the front door opening and closing.

Jaskier was half asleep when he heard Geralt come in and tell him he was going to shower before coming to bed, Jaskier mumbled an incoherent reply and gave into the pull of sleep.

Sometime later Jaskier woke up as Geralt pulled the covers back and climbed into bed beside him. It was dark in the room and Geralt was a welcome presence in the bed after the last 24 hours. Jaskier rolled over and snuggled into Geralt’s chest, relishing the warmth that he was giving off as well as the comfort he offered when he wrapped an arm around Jaskier.

Soft kisses were pressed into Jaskier’s hair and Geralt tightened his hold for a moment.

“Need anything Jask?” Geralt asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace.

“Just you,” Jaskier answered sleepily.

Morning would come soon enough and with it more doctors and medication and hopefully, a lot of rest until he felt back to his usual self again. For now he was content not to think of anything and just rest here, Geralt beside him, letting himself feel safe and loved.

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