#sicktember2022

[cuddlepilefics]

Intense Coddling

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregiver: mainly Felix

Hyunjin gets sick and Felix gets protective

Prompt by @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Hyunjin had already been feeling a little off after dinner the previous night. The food wasn’t sitting right and he even made himself a cup of tea, something he never did, before bed to help his stomach settle. His success was mediocre, his stomach still aching by the time he went to bed but it wasn’t bad enough to keep him awake. As the morning rolled around though, he woke up with a foul taste in his mouth and found his stomach hurting worse. Thinking he’d be fine once he had some water and maybe a small bite for breakfast to settle his stomach, Hyunjin rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready. He struggled to brush his teeth, almost gagging on his toothbrush, but he really wanted to get rid of the bad taste. In the end, the dancer mainly relied on mouthwash to solve the problem and splashed some cold water in his face, sighing when he felt a little more alive afterwards.

Yawning as he trudged to the kitchen, Hyunjin almost ran into Jisung, who looked just as out of it as he himself felt. The two exchanged a sleepy greeting and joined Chan and Changbin, who were just making themselves breakfast. Chan didn’t comment on his dongsaengs’ disheveled appearances, well aware that neither of the two ever had an easy time waking up and would be grumpy if approached before they had the chance to properly wake up. Instead he exchanged a look with Changbin, the rapper chuckling at their typical morning antics. As he dished his food, Changbin noticed Hyunjin only grabbing himself some water and no food, which made the older frown. “Are you not going to eat anything, Hyunjin-ah?”, the rapper asked carefully, afraid of getting a snappy rely this early in the day. Sipping his drink, Hyunjin smiled: “I’ll toast some bread in a moment, just want to wake my stomach up first. I know what Minho-hyung has planned for today’s dance practice, so I don’t want to risk upsetting my stomach.” – “Please tell me it won’t be that bad”, Jisung groaned, stirring his cereal. The dancer only gave him a pained smile and Jisung knew, today would be intense.

As he had told Changbin he would, Hyunjin nibbled a slice of toast after finishing his water and decided that would have to do for now, eating more certainly wouldn’t end well. He dreaded having to dance today but he knew there was no getting out of it, at least not without telling his friends what was going on. Aside from the stomach ache and a faint hint of nausea, Hyunjin felt normal, so he didn’t want to worry his group unnecessarily and decided to just push through the discomfort, figuring it would go away eventually. That was what he told himself as they met up with the rest of the group and headed to the company building to start their day-long dance practice.

“Are you feeling alright, hyung?”, Felix asked quietly as the two of them stretched together, “You look a little pale to me.” Hyunjin’s muscles ached at the pull and he winced: “I’m alright, Lixxie. Just a little sleepy still.” The Aussie wasn’t sure whether he should buy this explanation or not but decided to let it slide for now. Stretching only made Hyunjin aware of how stiff and achy he was this morning but was that really a surprise? He wasn’t on top of his game and it was showing. Minho was the next to notice something was off. He had made the choreography together with his dongsaeng and knew how sharp and energetic the younger’s moves had been the last time they had gone over it but today was nothing like it. Hyunjin’s moves were slightly off beat and sluggish. He was trying not to jostle his stomach too much, the nausea only growing since he had eaten breakfast. Nudging his arm, Felix handed the older his water bottle as he still felt his friend was too pale to be healthy. Though Hyunjin didn’t feel like putting anything in his stomach, he took a few tentative sips to appease his dongsaeng and cringed at the wet gurgle coming from his stomach.

Minho was explaining the next few steps, wanting Hyunjin who had come up with that sequence to demonstrate it but the younger was spaced out and barely even heard him talking: “…Hyunj-“ – “C-Can I go to t-the bathroom”, Hyunjin choked out, feeling his mouth water. Though taken aback, Minho nodded before demonstrating the new moves himself as the practice room door slammed shut behind his dongsaeng. As soon as he was out of sight from his group, Hyunjin broke into a jog, hand clasped firmly over his mouth as he forced himself to breathe steadily through his nose. His stomach surely was more than a little upset now and the movement of him running didn’t help with that at all. Gagging wetly into his hand, the dancer shouldered the restroom door open and made it to the toilet just in time as his stomach clenched. The few sips of water he had forced down leaked out between his fingers and he removed his trembling hand from his lips, glancing at them in disgust before pitching forward with a productive retch.

Throwing up again, Hyunjin let himself sink into a crouch, his soiled hand hovered over the toilet bowl, while the other was wrapped protectively around his middle. The strain made his head pound but now that it had started, it was tough to swallow back the gags. A single tear ran down the dancer’s flushed cheek as he heaved, his stomach cramping up uselessly. He was panting but nothing came up anymore, so he reached for the toilet paper and wiped his lips before cleaning his hand as best as he could. Hyunjin knew he should go wash his hands but getting up seemed impossible right now. “Hyung?” Hyunjin looked up startled. He hadn’t heard the door open but he could recognize Felix’ voice anywhere. The Aussie had gotten more worried the longer his friend stayed away, so he eventually decided to follow him to make sure he’s alright. Finding the older crouched on the floor, didn’t help ease his worries as he could clearly smell the stench of vomit. “Did you-“, Felix started but cut himself off as he glanced at the toilet before flushing it. He had his answer. Looking up at the Aussie with teary eyes, Hyunjin rasped: “I don’t feel good.”

Felix took a seat next to his friend on the floor and carefully detangled the other’s hair tie from his hair. “I can tell you don’t”, the younger hummed sympathetically, running his fingers through Hyunjin’s sweaty hair, “You haven’t been feeling well all day, have you?” The older shook his head, his eyes closed as he took a deep breath. His stomach was still cramping. It was tempting to rest his aching head on Felix’ shoulder but he knew he’d have to wash his hand soon, the thought almost making him gag again. “Co-Could you h-help me up?”, Hyunjin asked shakily, “I- really need to wash my hands.” – “If you’re not too dizzy…”, the Aussie agreed, putting the hair tie around his wrist, so he’d have his hands free.

Hooking his arm under Hyunjin’s, Felix pulled the older to his feet, concerned when he swayed for a moment. It took them a while to brave the few steps to the sink and Felix kept his arms around his hyung’s waist, while the older washed his hands, becoming painfully aware of how hard they were shaking. Hyunjin felt his stomach turn and whimpered, his wet hands, clutching the edge of the sink as he lurched forward with a retch, his throat straining. Cursing under his breath, Felix removed his arms from the other’s waist and hurriedly gathered his hair, so it wouldn’t get in the way. The Aussie messily tied it into a bun at the back of Hyunjin’s head, rubbing his hyung’s back as the older got sick in the sink. “You’re okay”, Felix whispered sympathetically, patting Hyunjin’s back when he choked.

The spell was over after a few more dry heaves and Hyunjin weakly slumped into his dongsaeng’s side, the younger catching him around the waist and easing him down on the tiled floor. Silent tears made their way down Hyunjin’s cheeks and Felix gently rested his palm against his friend’s forehead, cooing: “Either you’re still warm from dancing or you’re running a fever. If you’ll be okay here on your own for a moment, I’ll go fetch your water bottle, yeah?” The older nodded, sniffling softly and wiping his eyes. Felix gave his shoulders a reassuring squeeze before straightening up and hurrying back to the practice room. Though his explanation was a rushed, the group got the gist and Chan allowed him to take Hyunjin home. Quickly throwing their belongings into their bags, Felix slung both bags over his shoulder and jogged back to the restroom, relieved when he found the older as he had left him. “Hey”, the Aussie smiled sadly, placing their bags down and handing Hyunjin his water bottle, “Chan-hyung said I can take you home and that I should tell you to feel better.” – “Thanks”, the older breathed, accepting the drink and taking a tiny sip.

Hyunjin was drained, a deep ache having settled in his limbs and an angry churning in his empty stomach. Still, he really wanted to get back to the dorm, to lay down and to maybe get some cuddles from his dongsaeng. He knew he shouldn’t, the Aussie would most likely catch whatever bug this was but his cuddles made everything so much better, at least to Hyunjin. When he felt ready to move, he allowed Felix to pull him to his feet and gripped the younger’s shoulders for support as his vision tilted for a moment. “You okay?”, the Aussie frowned, watching him pale. Blinking away the dark spots, Hyunjin nodded and leant into Felix’ side. He just wanted to be home.

It took them a while to get home and Hyunjin wasn’t sure his legs would carry him that far but he made it. Felix’ let them both into the dorm his hyungs shared and helped the older to his room before fetching a bucket from the closet of cleaning supplies. He might not live in this dorm but he easily knew his way around from how often he stayed over. Hyunjin so badly wanted to curl up right away but his clothes were drenched in sweat and even in his feverish state, he knew that was disgusting. Whining hoarsely, the dancer pulled the shirt over his head and Felix was quick to set the bucket down, so he could get him some fresh clothes. “Wait a second”, the younger instructed, dropping the fresh set of clothes onto the mattress before rushing off.

When he returned, Felix was carrying a warm wash cloth, smiling: “I figured you’d be too tired to shower but you’ll be more comfortable if we get some off the sweat off of you.” Hyunjin hummed in agreement, allowing his dongsaeng to wipe down his chest and back. The younger kept his touch light, well aware of how sensitive his friend tended to get when he wasn’t feeling well. Felix ran the wash cloth down Hyunjin’s arms before placing it onto the nightstand and helping the older into clean clothes. “The bucket is right next to you”, the Aussie informed as his hyung curled up under his blanket, “I’ll just throw this in the wash and make some tea. Do you need anything else?” – “You”, Hyunjin whispered barely audible, sounding so much younger. Removing the other’s hair tie, so he could run his fingers through his hair, Felix smiled: “I’ll be right back, yeah? Not leaving you to suffer on your own.” The older gave a soft hum in reply, closing his eyes as he waited for his friend to return.

Felix hurried, not wanting to leave Hyunjin alone for too long. He knew the other was technically older but he always got protective, when his hyung was sick or upset. The Aussie quickly brewed a cup of ginger tea and also grabbed an ice pack from the freezer before rushing back to Hyunjin’s room and placing the tea onto the nightstand. “Here, place this on your forehead”, Felix instructed, handing the older the icepack, “It should lower your fever and help with the headache.” – “Hmm, this isn’t comfy”, Hyunjin whined, shuffling around under the blanket. He had tried to find a comfortable position ever since Felix had left but his muscles were too sore for him to be successful. The Aussie cooed in sympathy, walking over to his hyung’s closet. He retrieved Hyunjin’s comfort blanket, that usually stayed in the closet until winter unless the dancer was sick and Felix figured, now would be the time to take it out.

“Let’s see if we can get you more comfortable, yeah? You don’t have to do much, I know you’re sore. Just tell me if whatever I’m doing is good or bad”, the Aussie whispered, removing the blanket under which the older had curled up. Felix rearranged the pillow a little guiding Hyunjin to roll onto his left side before he covered the older with his comfort blanket. Contently smelling the soft material, Hyunjin smiled: “’s better.” Carefully climbing onto the bed next to his hyung, Felix wriggled under the blanket too. Spooning the older he whispered: “Do you want me to rub your tummy?” – “I-I don’t think you should touch me there right now”, Hyunjin whimpered, shaking his head a little. The Aussie ran a comforting hand down his friend’s arm. “That’s okay, I could play with your hair, you like that, right?”, Felix hummed, lightly scratching the other’s scalp. Melting into his touch, Hyunjin breathed: “Mhm, ‘t feels nice.” They lay in silence for a few minutes before the older realized something: “Y-You shouldn’t cuddle me, Lix.” – “Why’s that, hyung?”, the other asked worriedly, propping himself up on his arm. “I-I don’t want you to catch this and Chan-hyung will be mad if I end up giving you this plague”, Hyunjin sighed, not having the energy to really tell Felix off because in all honesty, he wanted those cuddles and he loved how the younger would take care of him but he knew it wasn’t right. Chuckling lowly, the Aussie lay back down, snuggling up to his hyung’s back as he continued to play with his hair. Closing his eyes, he whispered: “I don’t care and I’ll tell Chan-hyung as much if he ends up scolding us. You don’t have to worry, not about Chan-hyung and not about anything other than getting better.”

#stray kids #skz #sick #sickfic #sicktember2022 #fluff #comfort #emeto #hyunlix #fanfic #fanfiction

[alidravana]

Fandom: Advanced Warfare

Pairing: Gideon/Mitchell

Length/Rating: ~1.2K, Teen

Tags: Upset Stomach, Nausea, Vomiting, Grief/Mourning, Stress, Hurt/Comfort, Dating

Summary:

Only two days after the KVA's attacks on the world's nuclear reactors and the death of Carter, Gideon's team has been working non-stop. Eventually, something had to give.

Written for @sicktember Day 18: Upset Stomach/Nausea.  Thanks to @sugaredmayhem for the editing!

Check it out here on A03 or continue reading below!

*****

Gideon groaned, curling his legs up towards his stomach.

His stomach had been feeling a little off before bed, but he figured it was due to stress, lack of food, lack of sleep, or all three. It had only been two days since the KVA successfully blew up sixteen nuclear reactors across the globe, and Gideon and his team had been running security non-stop for medical personnel.

They still hadn’t had time to deliver the news to Carter’s next of kin, and that was leaving an awful pit in his stomach. And Gideon insisted on being the one to do it, Carter was one of his men, and had been running ops with him over the past two years. They had been so close to making it out of there, and he took his eyes off his men for one second and -

Fuck, Gideon thought, as another sharp pain shot through his stomach, a dull cramp starting to spread through his back. He could feel the rolling in his stomach, the acid in the back of his throat, the nausea as it continued to build up in his body, and then, he just knew.

Shooting upright in the bed, Gideon scrambled to get untangled from the sheets. Not even bothering to put his shoes on, he dashed for the door, sending a quick thanks to whoever put the automatic doors in the barracks, even though they were a pain at times.

Luckily, the men’s washrooms were only a couple hundred meters away, and being in the middle of the night, no one else was around to see Gideon’s frantic dash down the hall in his bare feet, wearing nothing but a pair of simple boxers. He’d never been so happy to see a toilet in his life as he threw himself down, leaning over the porcelain to throw up.

Collapsing wearily beside the toilet, Gideon took a few deep breaths, relieved that the pressure had resided slightly in his stomach. But he could almost hear the gurgling in his stomach, and quickly shifted to his knees again, ignoring the chill from the tiles.

This could be a long night.

*

Mitchell yawned as he walked down the hall. He should have gone to bed ages ago, but he had volunteered to start putting together the memorial tribute for Carter, and had been trying to get the website up and working for the last two hours. Mitchell didn’t know the man that well, but he also knew Gideon and Joker had been struggling the last couple of days with his passing, and hoped it might give them a small break from their grief.

Even with the urge to want to find every single KVA terrorist and make them pay for what they had done, including being the cause of Carter’s death, Mitchell still found he had a slight hop to his step, a bit of optimism that he hadn’t had for a long time.

About two weeks prior to the attack, Gideon had asked him out. The two of them had a great time at dinner, even ending with a make out session that left them both wanting more, but agreeing to take things slow. In Mitchell’s experience, slow could be a very, very good thing, and he was optimistic that once things settled down a bit, that they would be scheduling a second date for sure.

A slight smile at his plans for their next date, he was thinking they could maybe have fun at one of those vintage arcade locations, Mitchell turned the corner into the bathroom.

*

Gideon started as the bathroom door banged open, narrowly missing bonking his head off of the toilet paper dispenser. He had lost count of how many times he had thrown up, and he started hoping that his stomach could hold off until the other person was done, not wanting an audience. But when had anything gone right the last few days?

Gideon’s stomach violently rebelled, but the man no longer had anything to throw up. Choking out the bit of bile that remained, tears leaked out of Gideon’s eyes at the searing pain in his throat.

“Hey, do you need a hand?” A man asked outside of his stall, and it took Gideon longer than it should have to recognize the voice. It was Mitchell.

Gideon cringed, leaning away from the stall door. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Mitchell, or that he was scared of him, but he didn’t want Mitchell seeing him like this. He had finally gotten up the nerve to ask Mitchell out on a date, with encouragement from Ilona and ribbing from Joker, and it had been a great night. But they had only been on one date, they weren’t really at the helping through sickness stage yet.

Gideon mentally crossed his fingers, hoping that his silence was enough of a response. Mitchell wasn’t one to walk away when someone needed help though, something that Gideon normally admired, but hated in the current situation.

“Look, I don’t want to leave you alone-” Mitchell started to say, opening up the door slowly only to freeze when he saw who was on the floor.

Gideon froze too, eyes darting to the floor, not wanting to see the look of disgust that was likely written across Mitchell’s face.

“Gideon, are you okay?” Mitchell asked, still not taking a step closer. “Wait, no stupid question. Let me get you some water.”

Gideon could hear his steps walk further away, and then the sound of water running. Then Mitchell reappeared, but this time he crouched down on the floor next to Gideon, a cup in hand. Mitchell must have seen Gideon’s hand tremble as he reached for the cup, because his hand wrapped around Gideon’s, helping tip the cup up for him to take a couple sips and then back down again.

While not very cold, the water was still refreshing, and it was all Gideon could do to stop himself from chugging down the rest of the cup. If Mitchell would let him of course. The two sat there for several more minutes in silence, Mitchell helping him with the cup when he wanted another sip.

“If you think you’re okay to move, I can help you back to your room,” Mitchell offered, breaking the silence. “Or, I can go get Ilona to help, if you’d like someone else here,” he added, his voice breaking a bit on the words ‘someone else’.

Gideon shook his head, his hand darting out to grab Mitchell’s wrist, failing to realize that it was Mitchell’s left hand and not his right that he was holding onto. “Stay,” Gideon croaked, feeling mortified, but pushing aside his embarrassment. His embarrassment paled in comparison to making Mitchell feel unwanted. “Sorry,” he couldn’t help but add, his head starting to tilt in the direction of the toilet, Gideon no longer having enough energy to keep his body upright.

But Gideon could feel Mitchell’s hand on his cheek, then on his shoulders as Mitchell maneuvered him into his arms, Gideon’s head now resting against his chest. His bare chest, Gideon briefly registered before another cramp reminded him of the current situation.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” Mitchell said softly, placing his free hand gently on Gideon’s head, his fingers lightly brushing through his hair. Gideon leaned into the sensation, throwing any remaining unease into the wind as he closed his eyes, letting himself be soothed.

“We’ll move when you’re ready.”

#call of duty #advanced warfare #gidchell #sicktember2022 #day18 #upset stomach #nausea #tw: vomiting #hurt/comfort #dating

[vonpharma]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Everyone, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Sister Bikini (Gyakuten Saiban), Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey Additional Tags: tagged characters have speaking parts, larry and gumshoe and pearl are also there but they don't say much, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Sicktember, Sicktember 2022, Sick Franziska von Karma, Case 3-5: Bridge to the Turnabout, Post-Case 3-5: Bridge to the Turnabout, (takes place on the tail end & aftermath), Group Caretaking, [stares at Franziska] i want to EXHAUST YOU, the franmaya in this fic is just a quiet little whisper, its there and its talked about but not like a huge focus, Pining, is it mutual? thats a secret, (i say yes), contagion, No Beta - Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Summary:

One in the morning. Miles had called her at one in the morning, after a measly six hours of sleep, and all but begged her to prosecute an American case. He was kind enough to fly her in, but that kindness could only edge travel time down to fifteen long hours, every second of which she spent reading case files front to back until their shape lived like scripture in her head. Franziska arrived barely an hour before the trial began, fought her brother like her life depended on it, and then headed straight to the crime scene where a miserably sick Phoenix Wright was just waiting to turn the air around them into a viral hotspot.

Between all of that, the freezing temple, and the all-nighter she pulled immediately after, well. Truly, it was a recipe for disaster. She only wishes every half-brained fool around her would stop hovering so damn much.

Written for @sicktember 2022 Day 27: Sleepless Night

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#pwaa #ace attorney #franmaya #franziska von karma #maya fey #sicktember #sicktember 2022 #sicktember2022 #my writing #aa

[em-writes-stuff]

Sicktember Day 22

common cold/flu 

characters: marinette, alya (not intended as ship but it can be seen that way)

warnings: minor descriptions of being sick but not much

words: 464

@sicktember

“I’m here-” Alya said, bursting through the trapdoor and throwing a bag over her shoulder onto the floor- “to help.” 

She looked around the room and huffed when she didn’t see Marinette on the futon, where she said she’d be. The bags were tossed on the uninhabited futon and Alya climbed up the ladder. 

There was a giant pile of blankets and pillows on the bed and Alya groaned at the thought of having to dig through the mountain. She tossed the blankets to the side to find Marinette hidden under a pile of scrap fabric and thread. 

Marinette’s face was pale and her nose and eyes were red. Alya sighed and rearranged the blankets on top of Marinette where they wouldn’t suffocate her. She climbed down the ladder and leaned against it, pulling her phone out of her back pocket. 

She clicked on Sabine’s contact and texted, “Just got here, she’s knocked out. When she wakes up, I’ll get her to drink some water.” 

While she waited for a text back, she unpacked her bag and did an article for the Ladyblog, and another for her astronomy blog, and thought about making another blog about all of her blogs, but decided against it. She scrolled through her phone and texted with Nino until a notification from Sabine appeared on her screen. 

“Thanks again for taking care of her. Tom and I should be back by tomorrow night. Feel free to anything in the fridge if you get hungry.” 

She sent a thumbs up back and shut her phone off, deciding to go downstairs to rummage through the cabinets for something to eat while Marinette hibernated. For the next few hours, Alya slowly ate a bag of dill pickle chips and texted with Nino. 

Finally, Marinette woke up and climbed out of bed. Loose fabric was tangled in her hair and thread stuck to her clothes, making her look like she’d come out of Alya’s grandma’s house. 

“Hey,” she mumbled as she stretched. “You didn’t have to come. I can take care of myself just fine.” she said. 

Alya hummed disbelievingly and watched as Marinette tried to drink out of the mug she kept her pencils in. The pencils clattered to the floor and Marinette looked at Alya. 

“This proves nothing.” 

Alya turned her computer off and looked through her bag for a powerade she’d thrown in before leaving her house that morning. She untwisted the cap and handed it to Marinette, who drank it without much complaint. 

“It’s just a cold. I’ll be fine by tomorrow. You can seriously go.” Marinette said once she finished the drink. 

“We’re due for a hang-out anyway. You’re always so busy with your extracurriculars that we haven't done anything in months.” She said. “Besides, I already unpacked.” 

~

reblogs appreciated <3

#em writes #em writes stuff #sicktember #sicktember2022 #common cold/flu #sicktember day 22 #flu #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #ml fic #sick fic #marinette dupain cheng #alya cesaire #sick marinette #caregiver alya #my writing

[sicktember]

You’ve probably answered this before, but can we submit stories for days we’ve missed later? September’s turned out to be busier than I expected and I haven’t managed to fill all the prompts I want to, and I strongly suspect this will happen again at some point this month 😭

While it's certainly fun to have everyone posting together during the month of September, it's not required. We are super laid back about deadlines because we want the event to be fun! You can't have fun if you're dreading deadlines. So, feel free to create at your own pace! We look forward to seeing all of your amazing work!

#sicktember #sicktember2022 #faq #rules and regulations #create at your own pace #have fun #stress free #writing prompts #writing event #prompt event #sickfics

[myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19]

Sleepless nights

@irathgo @smellofsnoww @luna-rein

*************

A soft nudge woke him up from his short slumber. Wen Jin looked to the side to see who it was.

He gave the girl next to him a drowsy confused expression but she only pointed in front of him to their professor.

The woman had an annoyed look on her face as she stared at the young man.

Wen Jin quickly gathered himself and tried to wake up, sitting up on his chair.

"Is my class boring you?" The professor asked impatiently.

Wen Jin shook his head and quickly rubbed his eyes. "No Madam, I'm sorry about that."

He didn't even notice himself dozing off, if only he could do the same tonight.

How long has it been since he's actually gotten a good night's sleep?

The professor walked back to the front of the class to continue her lesson. Wen Jin tried to pay attention but had to bring himself back from the brink of slumber multiple times and to be honest he couldn't understand a thing she was saying. It was a little jumbled and he lost track of the lessons flow a while ago.

He looked down at his notes and it looked like an ant dipped its legs in ink and scattered around his white pages.

The lecture was over not long after. He yawned as he got ready to head to the next one. He had two more before he could drive home.

*******

He exited his last class and didn't really understand a single thing in either classes. He was barely awake for any of them to be honest.

He checked if he had everything, he gave up not really caring if it's important he wouldn't forget it. He began to walk.

Wen Jin reached the building's door. Reaching into his pocket to take his phone out so he could play some musi….. he reached inside, feeling his heart sink when he realized his pockets were empty.

He removed what he had inside, a charger, his airpods, his wallet, some candy, receipts and other useless trash but none where his phone.

He turned his pockets inside out. He cursed as he put his bag down. His search there came up empty.

He felt an uncontrollable anger as he kept coming up with nothing.

'Where the fuck is it?' he growled.

He kept searching, ignoring the person that kept calling out to him. Whatever they needed he would deal with them later. The person kept calling, only adding to his frustration. Then they got closer and tapped his shoulder.

"WHAT!?!?"Wen Jin yelled, finally turning to the person.

The person flinched back, their expression slightly terrified. They distanced themselves just staring at him for a second.

"Well?" He snapped again.

They shook themselves back though still shaken. Then they quickly reached in their dress pockets.

"You… you left your phone in class," they answered, reaching out to retrieve Wen Jin's phone and handing it to him.

He blinked down at the phone then at them, his anger disappearing and turning into embarrassment and guilt. He looked around and noticed a few stares.

He looked back at his classmate, they weren't close and to be honest Wen Jin barely knew who they were aside from their name. Franky maybe. They wore a long black skirt, with a matching black crop and hat. A few piercings on their lip and nose and brown dreads with gold jewelry decorating it.

"Oh …. I'm sorry." He said reaching to get his phone, "thank you, I'm sorry I yelled." He said again.

"Franky …. Right?" He asked, putting the phone back and rubbing at his eyes slightly.

"Yeah," they nodded.

Then they didn't say anything just looking at the guy with some concern, "You need to get some sleep man, you look terrible."

Wen Jin couldn't say anything before Franky got called by some friends and they left him.

Wen Jin sighed, he looked down at the phone for a second. Just staring at his black screen. How long has it been since he actually got to sleep? It's Friday, so a week or so. It's close to the day he was taken and it's messing with him.

It didn't last long before a phone call snapped him out of it. It startled him back to reality. He quickly answered.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Finally you answered," Lian said from the other end.

"You ….you've been trying to call?" He asked, a little surprised.

"Yes, Ming Yue wants to know if you're coming or not," she reminded him.

Wen Jin rubbed his eyes, he forgot he told her that himself.

"Yes I'm sorry…. I'm sorry, I'll be right there. I'm done for the day," he said then cut the line.

******

Wen Jin got to Lian's house, barely in one piece. He parked the bike then went up to her house.

Lian answered the door for him,she just picked Ming Yue up from school. He would spend the weekend with her while Lian attended some work seminar. Usually Ming Yue would go live with her father but he's not in town until Sunday. Wen Jin jumped on the chance when he heard.

He greeted her and she let him in.

She didn't say anything but kept her eye on him.

"Where's Ming Yue?"

Lian pointed in the direction of the young girl's room. He nodded then entered.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, noticing her gaze as he sat down.

"You don't look too well." She pointed out, looking at his slight pale complexion and dark under bags.

"It's alright don't worry about it." He brushed it off as he sat down.

"How can I not worry, you look like a corpse." She raised, sitting down next to him.

She looked like she was examining him, the attention made him shift back a little.

"Just had a tough week." He told her.

Lian frowned, not really believing that excuse. He looked away.

"Are you sure everything is fi…"

"Just stop," he said Barely audible.

Lian was taken aback and just blinked a little surprised at his words, then she stood up.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize I was overstepping,"

He looked at her, the worried look on her face. The face he missed so much when he was little.

"You always are, you're always putting yourself in things. In my life, in my problems." How is he supposed to move on if he knows that he can't ever have his life back.

"I didn't realize,"

He looked up at her. Memories flashing back of when he was younger and he would run to her.

"No… no you don't understand."he snapped.

Lian couldn't say anything and just looked at him, a mixture of confusion, worry and maybe guilt as he began to cry.

She just listened as he continued. She doesn't understand how any of it is connected to her but he needs to let it out.

"You weren't there when it mattered, you weren't there when I cried and you weren't there when I was scared, you weren't there when I was alone and needed you to hold me."

What is he doing? Why is he yelling at his mother like she had any way of knowing where he was? Who is he angry with? Why is he angry? He stopped himself and turned away wiping the tears that fell without him realizing.

Lian took a few steps closer. She raised her hand to comfort him but was hesitant and stepped back.

"I…I don't understand," she said. Something in her heart felt like this was important.

Wen Jin didn't turn to look at her.

"You can't understand," he said as he stopped himself from crying, "cause it's too late,"

He looked to the side and Ming Yue was staring at him and their mother with a terrified expression. She's never seen him cry and now that he looked he made Lian tear up a little.

He looked away from the both of them and grabbed his keys then headed for the door.

"I need time to think," he told her as he stormed off.

She ran after him, holding her hand out for Ming Yue to stay put.

"Wen Jin!" She called out.

He didn't listen and just put his helmet on and started his bike.

"Wen Jin! Come back." She called again and he just started then rode off.

She was lost on what to do and tried to call Milo. She told him what happened and he said he would talk to him when gets home.

***********

Two hours later Milo called Lian again. She was hoping it was new that he had a talk with the boy. But her stomach dropped when Milo spoke.

"I can't find Wen Jin."

She stood up suddenly, he's been gone for too long. He wasn't even in any state to be out on his own. Let alone on his bike.

"I'll help find him," she told Milo, immediately grabbing her keys.

She signed to Ming Yue telling the little girl to stay put while she goes looking for Wen Jin. They were both pretty worried about him already.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Milo told her, sounding terrified.

"It's okay, I'm sure he'll be fine, just stay calm until we find him," She reassured.

"He won't answer his phone," Milo said again

"Alright, I'll try and look for him with you," Lian left the house and got her car out of the garage. She'll ask a neighbor to watch Ming Yue.

********

She didn't drive far before she saw police cars and people gathered around.

Her stomach dropped but she slowly stopped the car and went over.

Though there wasn't a lot of light left, she could see the blood on the pavement. The bike, that was his bike.

"What happened?" She asked, not meaning to raise her voice.

One of the officers there looked over to Lian.

"Calm down ma'am," the officer said as she walked over to Lian.

"Where's the boy?" She asked as she looked around. No one answered her. "Where is he?!" She asked again.

"He's been taken to the hospital," she told Lian.

But the older woman still felt terrified.

"I'm going to need to ask you some questions." The officer said.

Lian looked over at the officer then nodded. Firstly she did confirm that it was Wen Jin's bike and it was no one's fault. Wen Jin just lost control of his bike and crashed on the side. Someone saw this and called an ambulance for him. Lian got the name of the place he was taken to and drove away.

She then phoned Milo who began heading to the hospital immediately.

#sicktember2022 #sicktember day 27 #Wen Jin #fatigue #insomnia #whump #whump community #whumpee #caretaker #Milo #Lian #Ming Yue #he didn't mean fo yell at her like that #hes very sorry for yelling at his mom.

[ao3-solar]

SleepingPhlox's Sicktember 2022 Collection

by SleepingPhlox

A collection for the shorter fics I made for the Sicktember 2022 challenge that are too short to be a fic of their own. All tags aren't applicable to all chapters. I will give a heads up prior to each chapter if certain themes that people might find unpleasant might pop up (emetophobes, I got your back!) Mostly just lots and lots of sick Korvo in various situations.

Although there are no mature themes anywhere here, and it can all be read as a general sickfic, sneezing and illness is a kink for me, this was written expressly for gratification of that kink, just full disclosure before you go in.

Words: 1907, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Solar Opposites

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Korvo (Solar Opposites), Terry (Solar Opposites), Yumyulack (Solar Opposites), Jesse (Solar Opposites)

Relationships: Korvo/Terry (Solar Opposites)

Additional Tags: Sicktember 2022, Sickfic, Sicktember2022, Sick Korvo, Vomiting, Sick Character, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sneezing

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/41791749

#solar opposites #terry #korvo #tervo #ao3-feed

[ao3feed-imzadi]

I'd Sit With You All My Days

I'd Sit With You All My Days https://ift.tt/HDP713E by Raven_K Deanna's having a rough time of it, but Will's got chocolate and a hand to hold. Set in season 2, when they're still dancing around each other a bit. Part of sicktember 2022: Painkillers Words: 1002, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Sicktember 2022 Fandoms: Star Trek: The Next Generation Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: William Riker, Deanna Troi Relationships: William Riker/Deanna Troi Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Menstration, Sicktember2022, listen I wrote this back in may when I had awful cramps, suffer, Blood, Imzadi via AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi' https://ift.tt/Rgy3ACJ September 04, 2022 at 11:46PM

#IFTTT #imzadi #will riker #deanna troi #star trek #ao3feed #fanfic #riker x troi #AO3 works tagged 'William Riker/Deanna Troi'

[cuddlepilefics]

Cold Sweat

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caregivers: hyung-line

Prompt by: @sicktember

Seonghwa develops a bad fever during the night.

No one’s POV.:

Seonghwa had felt fine all day, or well, at least for most of it. There had been a moment during their dance practice when he had suddenly flushed with heat and started to sweat more than he had before. It didn’t concern him much though, as they had been dancing for hours. This was probably just his body telling him it had had enough for the day. His head spun when he plopped down next to his bag, shakily uncapping his water bottle to take a sip. Yeah, it was really time for them to wrap things up. Hongjoong seemed to agree, announcing that they would only do two more run-throughs before packing up and heading home. Sometimes Seonghwa wondered if their leader was able to read minds or if he just knew all of them really well by now because Seonghwa wasn’t the only one looking drained. San and Wooyoung laid sprawled out on the floor in the center of the room, chests heaving still as they tried to catch their breaths. Jongho sat slumped against the wall only a few feet away from his oldest hyung, gulping down the last few sips of his water. Yunho, Yeosang and Mingi forced themselves to stay on their feet and walk around the room a little, knowing they wouldn’t have the energy to get back up if they allowed themselves to sit.

When Hongjoong called them back to the center of the room, so they could finish and go home, Seonghwa dropped his head back against the wall. How was he supposed to get back up? As he tried to find the strength it would take for him to finish this practice session, Yunho approached the older and offered him both of his hands. Seonghwa stumbled for a second when Yunho pulled him to his feet but quickly regained his balance and have his dongsaeng a grateful smile as they got on their starting positions. It was funny how quiet and put together everyone seemed, San and Wooyoung having stopped whining about being tired and sore about half an hour ago, not having the energy to complain and just trying to get it over with. Not that Seonghwa could blame them, today’s practice had really been intense. By the time they struck the ending pose for the last time, the oldest had shifted to autopilot, his body moving to the beat from muscle memory only. This time he wouldn’t make the same mistake again and tried to learn from Yunho, Yeosang and Mingi. He stayed on his feet as he threw his empty water bottle into his bag, bracing himself against the wall with a trembling hand. It was time to get home.

Seonghwa was still running on autopilot when they returned to the dorm, not even trying to call dibs on showering first. He just dropped his bag and stretched out on the couch, while his dongsaengs took turns showering and ate dinner. He wasn’t that hungry anyway or at least not hungry enough that he’d be willing to get back up and eat something. At some point, the oldest must have fallen asleep because someone shook his arm, telling him that he should go and take a shower now. How fast had everyone finished washing up or had he really been asleep that long?

After Hongjoong had told him to wash up, Seonghwa made his way down the hallway, suddenly wondering where he was going. He still remembered that he was about to do something but had completely forgotten what. “Hey, I picked out some clothes for you, that look pretty comfortable”, Yeosang smiled, handing him a stack of clothes, “The bathroom’s free now.” Oh, right! He had been on his way to take a shower. Rubbing his face, Seonghwa thanked the younger and shuffled into the bathroom to wash up. His muscles burned when he peeled off his sweaty practice clothes but the water felt nice. For a few minutes, Seonghwa only stood there, allowing the cool water to soothe his muscles as he leant against the tiled wall. Before he could fall asleep and topple over though, he remembered to wash his hair and finish up, his bed the only motivation for him to get moving again.

The members were surprised when they didn’t see him again that evening. They had heard the water stop running a while ago but hadn’t seen their hyung since. It was only when Hongjoong checked their shared bedroom, that he spotted the older knocked out on his bed, his hair still damp. Clicking his tongue that the other would most likely catch a cold if he slept with wet hair, the leader grabbed a towel from the bathroom and carefully rubbed his hyung’s hair dry. It was a miracle that Seonghwa didn’t wake up, which only confirmed what Hongjoong had already expected. He really needed that sleep.

Despite not having had dinner, Seonghwa stayed asleep for quiet a long time and only woke up hours later to his head pounding. The room was dark and he heard Hongjoong’s steady breaths, indicating the leader was asleep. Rubbing his forehead to soothe the pounding, Seonghwa’s found it covered with sweat, his hair stuck to his skin. He switched on the reading light for only a moment, squinting as it burned his eyes and deciding it wasn’t worth it. In pitch black darkness, he struggled to untangle himself from the sheets and felt his way around the room to the bedroom door. He felt so hot, like his skin would burn off any second while his clothes clung to him, the shirt barely moving against his back. Seonghwa stumbled to the bathroom, not daring to turn on the light as he fought to get the shirt off. It was stuck to his sweaty body and his muscles sore and useless but he eventually managed to get it off, simply tossing it on the floor. Everything was way too hot and it hurt. He still managed to run a small towel under cold water before sinking to the floor with his back against the tub, dragging the cold towel over his arms before pressing it to his face.

Yunho almost had a heart attack when he had to use the toilet that night. The dorm was entirely silent with all the lights off, so there was no way he’d have expected his hyungs still form curled up against the tub. Seonghwa was either asleep or unconscious and didn’t react when the younger softly called his name. His shoulders and chest shone with sweat and Yunho winced when he shook his shoulder, feeling the skin burn under his hand. Despite being hot to the touch, Seonghwa trembled, curling in on himself in his sleep. It took a few more shakes and Yunho patting his cheeks for the oldest to finally open his eyes. He quickly closed them again, the bright ceiling light burning them and making his head hurt worse. “Can you hear me, hyung?”, the younger asked worriedly, resting his palm against Seonghwa’s forehead. Nodding slightly, Seonghwa moved away from the cold fingers on his face, shuddering as he hugged himself. Had someone messed with the aircon again? It wouldn’t be the first time his dongsaengs pulled a prank on them.

He almost drifted off again when Yunho’s cold hand tightened around his arm and the other reminded: “I need you to stay awake, hyung. Can you tell me what happened for you to end up here? Did you faint?” Seonghwa tried to pull his arm from the younger’s grasp, not liking the cold touch at all, but he was too weak. “Noo”, he groaned tiredly, “Go ‘way, you’re cold.” – “I’m not cold, you’re just burning with fever”, Yunho argued but let go of the other, “Can you stay awake for me while I go and get Hongjoong-hyung?” He didn’t get a reply but hurried to fetch the leader anyway. He also ran into Yeosang, who had woken up from the commotion and followed them quietly. “Hyung?”, Hongjoong asked quietly, crouching in front of Seonghwa. The other’s hair was plastered to his forehead, so the leader gently brushed it aside to get a better look. Seonghwa barely dared to open his eyes with the light still on but in the short moment he did, the younger could see how glossy they looked. “Could you turn the lights off and the hallway light on?”, Hongjoong requested and Yeosang was quick to comply.

Seonghwa was finally able to look at the leader now that the room was only dimly lit. His teeth were chattering when he pleaded: “Jo-ong, it’s s-so freaking c-cold, please- please d-do something.” – “Hyung, that’s the fever. It’s really not cold in here, nor is your body cold”, Hongjoong frowned but pulled his hyung’s towel off the hook and draped it around his shoulders. That was also when he spotted the small soaking wet towel next to the older. Picking it up, he hummed: “Where did this one come from?” At first, Seonghwa only shrugged, not really remembering how he had even ended up in the bathroom. “Oh, I was burning earlier”, he admitted, tiny bits of muddled memories coming back, “I-I don’t feel g-good.” – “Yeah, that’s quite obvious”, Hongjoong agreed, “Do you think you can stomach some medicine? We really need to bring that fever down.” The older only shrugged. “Hyung, he didn’t eat dinner”, Yunho reminded from the door way, making the leader frown. While Hongjoong rummaged through the bathroom cabinet, Yeosang announced: “I’ll go find some crackers he can eat, so hopefully the pills won’t upset his stomach.”

“Hyung, do you think you can make it to the couch if we help you?”, Honjoong asked, placing the box of fever-reducers onto the sink. He only got another uncertain shrug but really wanted to get the oldest somewhere more accessible than the cramped bathroom, so they could properly take care of him. When he didn’t get any verbal reply from Seonghwa, the leader looked at Yunho, who got the hint, announcing: “Let’s go to the living room. We’ll help you up on the count of three.” Hongjoong counted and together, they hoisted their hyung off the ground but the older was too weak to stand on his own, so they quickly slung his arms over their shoulders and dragged him to the living room. When he was eventually stretched out on the couch, Seonghwa kept his eyes firmly shut, breathing: “Dizzy.” He could feel the couch dip next to him, Hongjoong keeping his hands steadily pressed against his arms as if to ground him. “You’ll be okay, just take a few deep breaths for me”, the leader instructed, studying the other’s flushed face.

Right now, nothing felt okay to Seonghwa but the dizziness slowly ceased and all he could think about was how uncomfortable the cold couch felt against his bare back. While Yunho retrieved the fever-reducers Hongjoong had left on the sink, Yeosang approached the two with some crackers and a glass of water. “Hyung, we need you to eat a few bites, so we can give you medicine”, he hummed quietly, the oldest only groaned in discontent. He didn’t want to move again and eating seemed like too much effort, yet he didn’t really get a say in it as Hongjoong pulled him up by the shoulders and Yunho quietly slipped behind him to prop him up, handing the box of medicine to Yeosang. “Come on, you’ll feel better once you’ve had medicine”, the leader sighed, adding, “It won’t be as cold anymore either.” Seonghwa reluctantly accepted the cracker pressed into his hand, nibbling it slowly, Yeosang left the water and medicine on the coffee table and went to grab a shirt for his hyung. Sure, they had to keep him from over heating but if he chose a thin one, they might be able to trick the oldest into thinking it was warmer.

When he returned, Hongjoong had already gotten their oldest to swallow the pill and they took the opportunity of him still sitting up to quickly putting the shirt on him before allowing him to lay back down. Seonghwa was more than ready to go back to sleep now and almost managed to do so, when something cold touched his forehead. His first instinct was to slap it away but someone caught his hand. “I’m sorry but that has to stay there”, Yunho sighed, adjusting the washcloth he hadn’t managed to drape across his hyung’s forehead before the older started to fight him, “I know it feels cold but it’ll help you fever and your headache.” He could tell Seonghwa didn’t lie it one bit but he stopped fighting him and tried to suppress the shivers but couldn’t. He had almost made peace with his fate to be cold for the rest of the night, when something even colder touched his legs. Hongjoong had grabbed two icepacks and wrapped them in thin towels before placing them under Seonghwa’s calves. The oldest tried to say something but his words were unintelligibly slurred and Hongjoong could only pick out one word: ‘cruel’. “I know I’m cruel”, the leader sighed sympathetically, holding his hyung’s leg down when the older tried to move it away from the ice pack.

Though Seonghwa was pretty convinced his dongsaengs were torturing him, none of them enjoyed what they had to do and Yeosang’s heart ached as he sat down next to the couch, playing with his hyung’s hair to distract him from the discomfort. Eventually the exhaustion was enough to pull the oldest under and Hongjoong eventually removed the ice packs, grabbing a thin sheet to cover the other with, while Yunho went to rewet the washcloth. He wiped the cold sweat off of Seonghwa’s face and neck before folding the washcloth and draping it across his hyung’s forehead again. For the rest of the night, the three took turns watching over their oldest to make sure his fever wouldn’t spike like that again.

#ateez #atiny #fanfic #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #sicktember2022 #fluff #comfort #seongjoong #yunhwa #seongsang

[cuddlepilefics]

Upset Stomach

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho

Caregiver: Jeongin

@sicktember

Minho falls ill and Jeongin is the only other member at the dorm, unsure of how to help and feeling guilty for being so useless to his sick hyung.

No one’s POV.:

Minho woke up feeling weird. He didn’t know what exactly it was but something didn’t feel right. Turning off his alarm, the dancer threw off the covers and took a deep breath to ground himself. Something was out of place, really out of place. His skin was flushed, sweat beading on his forehead. Massaging his temples, Minho stood up and stumbled for a moment before making his way to the bathroom to get ready. Luckily his schedule consisted of only vocal lessons and a recording session. Well, he also had a workout session with a personal trainer planned for later that evening but figured he could cancel that if he still felt funny by then. As Minho glanced into the mirror, he wasn’t as confused anymore. Unsurprisingly, he was rather pale, only a light pinkish flush high on his cheek bones. A few strands of hair clung to his forehead, which he pushed back with a headband before washing his face. It felt nice to rinse the sweat off, the cool water bringing back his focus but even though he was a bit livelier afterwards, the dancer could tell he was most likely coming down with something.

Not having much of an appetite, he figured he could skip breakfast as he didn’t have to dance today, so he made sure his dongsaengs were up and getting ready, telling them to eat breakfast. Minho only grabbed a bottle of water and sipped it slowly as he got dressed for the day ahead. Since it would only be them, he decided that sweatpants and a t-shirt would do. He could put a sweater into his backpack in case he felt cold later but for now he was running hot anyway. Feeling a bit sleepy still, he dozed off on the drive to the company building but was wide awake when Felix put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. He should really pull himself together. Hyunjin could tell something was up with his hyung as the older didn’t react to his teasing at all and he soon stopped teasing him because it was kind of boring if he couldn’t get a reaction and he didn’t want to push it when the other wasn’t in the mood for it.

Minho was lucky. He’d have his vocal lesson first, followed by a rather long break before recording his lines. Maybe he could convince Chan to let him nap on their studio couch for a while before he’d have to record. It might help the headache that’s been steadily increasing since he had gotten up. He just had to get his vocal lesson over with first, which shouldn’t be too difficult. The teacher knew he had to record later on, so he wouldn’t push him too much and risk the boy losing his voice. Minho bid his friends goodbye and headed to his individual lesson.

As he had predicted, he didn’t have to push his limits today and only went over lines that he was already more than familiar with, improving his technique. Minho couldn’t wait for it to be over though. He was fatigued and the music made his headache worse but it was still better than dance practice. Jisung waved at him wordlessly, as the dancer slipped into the 3racha studio after his lesson. Only 3racha and Jeongin were present, the maknae currently recording his lines. The other members had vocal lessons too but would come to the studio to take their turn recording. Placing his bag down next to the door, Minho laid down on the couch, his legs dangling over the arm rest as he allowed himself to close his eyes for a moment. It felt nice, the smooth leather cool against his flushed skin.

“Hey, are you feeling okay?”, Chan asked worriedly, brushing his hand against Minho’s arm, prompting the younger to open his eyes. Propping himself up on his elbows, the dancer yawned: “I’m okay, just pretty tired today. I have a bit of a headache, so I didn’t find the energy to use my break for dancing.” – “That’s alright”, Chan smiled, “Jeongin just finished recording and Hyunjin should be here in a minute to record his lines. You’re not due to record until later, so if you want to take a nap and aren’t bothered by the noise, you can stay here.” – “Hyung, I thought about going out for coffee. Do you want to come along?”, Jeongin asked, hopeful he wouldn’t have to go alone. Watching Minho rub his eyes, he added: “If not, I could get you some coffee too.” – “Nah, it’s alright”, the dancer hummed, “Maybe walking around a little will help me wake up more. Let’s go.”

They walked beside each other in silence before Jeongin asked softly: “You didn’t eat breakfast, right? Maybe we could pick up a bite for you to eat too. Maybe you’ll feel more alive if you have some actual energy in you, not just caffeine.” – “Aish, don’t worry, Innie. I didn’t eat breakfast but I’m also not really hungry”, Minho smiled, brushing off the maknae’s concern, “I’m also going to get tea instead of coffee, not in the mood to get an upset stomach.” The younger nodded, knowing not to tell his hyung what to do. Minho would eat once he felt like it and at least he wasn’t going to drink coffee on an empty stomach. The dancer slowly sipped his tea on the way back to the company building. Him and Jeongin parted ways, the maknae having to get to his vocal lesson soon, while Minho went back to the studio, watching Hyunjin record.

Though he had taken precautions by not having coffee, Minho still ended up with an upset stomach by the time he had to record. It was only a slight discomfort and luckily not too noisy, so his recording session wasn’t interrupted by it but Chan could tell the younger was uncomfortable. That was also why he sent Minho home as soon as he was done recording. Usually, the leader would try to motivate his dongsaengs to work hard but he knew Minho and how perfectionistic he tended to be, so getting him to rest was more of an achievement than getting him to work. Chan was quite surprised when the dancer nodded and picked up his bag. He must be feeling far worse than he looked if he complied so easily.

The truth was, Minho’s stomach ache slowly turned into cramps and the boy hoped he could just lay down for a while and wait it out. If it got better after some time, he could still get something done and maybe even attend his workout session in the evening, although he doubted that. He had felt flushed and feverish all day and the headache had only gotten worse, so maybe working out wasn’t the best idea but there might be something else he could do and still feel somewhat useful before the day was over.

What Minho hadn’t expected was to fall asleep so easily once he laid on his bed. His nap ended up a few hours long and when he woke up, he felt disoriented. There was still a faint ache in his stomach but at least it wasn’t cramping anymore, so Minho decided to get up and try to eat some plain rice to see if it would settle his stomach. On the way to the kitchen though, he went to the bathroom to take his temperature, which unsurprisingly was a but elevated. Maybe he could take some medicine for the headache once there was some food in his stomach. It felt odd for the dorm to be so quiet during the day but Minho appreciated the silence, resting his head on his hand. He was only halfway through his bowl of rice when he started to feel queasy, pushing it away and closing his eyes. It didn’t get better as time passed but he still wanted to take some painkillers, so he made himself a cup of tea, waiting till it had cooled down some before rinsing down the pill with a few sips and heading back to bed. He still had the presence of mind to cancel his workout session before he went back to sleep.

It was already dinnertime when he woke up again, confused that it was still quiet at the dorm. Seungmin had gone to the gym with Changbin, wanting to work out with the older, while Felix was hanging out with Chan, Hyunjin and Jisung at their dorm. Minho’s stomach cramped up and despite thinking he was alone at the dorm, he rolled over to muffle a pained groan into his pillow. The rice hadn’t helped his stomach settle at all and the longer he lay there, the more convinced he became that he needed to be sick. His mouth was watering already and the back of his throat felt funny but he didn’t even really eat much today. Shakily getting out of bed, Minho dragged himself to the bathroom and muffled a sickly burp against his palm. His heart started to race when he flipped the toilet seat up, the realization that this was happening really setting in. The dancer stared into the clear water as his stomach tightened, willing the sensation to go away but maybe he’d feel better afterwards.

Minho squeezed his eyes shut and tightly gripped the edge of the bathtub as he lurched forward with a retch. He could feel the sour burn of stomach acid in his throat despite not having brought anything up and weakly burped over the toilet bowl. His head was almost pounding hard enough to distract him from the next gag. Coughing hard, his throat strained but nothing came up. It wasn’t too surprising as he didn’t really have anything in him but he really wished he could bring something up when his body kept tensing with dry heaves. The strain was intense enough to bring tears to his eyes and sweat coated his forehead, Minho completely giving up the fight against his body and simply allowing it to happen as he prayed for this to be over soon. The dancer was brought back to attention when a tentative hand appeared on his shoulder, Jeongin studying him worriedly. Not really knowing what to do, the maknae rubbed comforting circles over his hyung’s tight shoulders. “Please leave”, Minho managed to choke out between heaves, surprising his dongsaeng. It didn’t feel right to Jeongin to let the older suffer on his own but he got up, instructing: “Yell if you need anything.”

Feeling quite lost, Jeongin paced the living room before realizing he could make a cup of tea for the other for when he was done. He should’ve known his hyung wasn’t feeling well with how he had been acting this morning but he hadn’t thought it to be this bad. Worse was that he felt so helpless, unsure of what to do or how to be useful. No wonder Minho didn’t want him there. Placing the steaming cup of tea onto the coffee table, Jeongin stiffly sat on the couch and listened to every little sound he could hear within the dorm. It took almost ten more minutes till the maknae heard the faucet running and Minho shakily emerged a moment later.

Tiredly plopping onto the couch next to his dongsaeng, Minho laid down and rested his head on the maknae’s thigh as he drew his legs up to his chest. Jeongin didn’t say anything, instead running his fingers through the other’s sweaty hair. “Sorry for brushing you off”, Minho hummed hoarsely, “This was just disgusting and humiliating and I didn’t want you witnessing it.” – “It’s okay, hyung. I’m just sorry I couldn’t help”, the younger whispered as he continued to play with his hyung’s hair. Closing his eyes, Minho denied: “Don’t be sorry, I appreciate the thought.” There was a moment of silence before the dancer breathed: “You’re like really, really comfy.” Jeongin giggled quietly. If he had already been so useless, at least he was a good pillow. “I made you some tea, thought it might settle your stomach”, the maknae hummed, “Was this the only time you threw up today? You already looked pretty pale earlier.” – “Was the first time”, Minho admitted with a wince, “And I didn’t even really throw up. Couldn’t.”

Biting his lip in sympathy, Jeongin frowned: “Do you have any idea what’s going on? Did you eat anything funny or…?” – “Hm, my stomach’s just really upset”, the dancer hummed, avoiding the question but Jeongin could tell there was more than he let on. The maknae rested his palm against the other’s forehead and stated: “Yeah, that and you’re running a fever, so I guess it’s safe to say you managed to catch some kind of bug.” Minho stayed quiet, ashamed because he knew his dongsaeng was right and he was still craving the physical affection the younger was providing though he knew it was most likely contagious. Struggling to sit up, the dancer groaned: “You’re right and I shouldn’t be cuddling you. You wouldn’t want this.” Jeongin rolled his eyes and gently eased his hyung back down, keeping a hand on his chest when he tried to sit up again. “You said I was comfy”, Jeongin hummed, resting the backs of his fingers against Minho’s forehead, the cool touch soothing the dancer’s headache, “Just try to rest, yeah?” – “Okay but that means you can’t get up”, the older warned, closing his eyes. Lauging, the maknae playfully asked: “What if I need to use the restroom?” – “Not allowed, you’re banned from using the restroom until further notice”, Minho teased weakly, a tired smile on his lips as they settled in for a quiet evening.

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Tickle in the throat

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Yunho

Caregiver: Ateez

Prompt by: @sicktember

Yunho is so out of it in the morning that he finds himself hazily stumbling along with the groups schedule never really having the opportunity to evaluate the signals his body is sending him.

No one’s POV.:

When Yunho woke up this morning, his throat felt like sandpaper. He faintly remembered how his nose had been a bit stuffy the evening before, so he had probably breathed through his mouth all night. That would also explain why his lips were so dry. “Come on, hyung”, Yeosang sighed, tugging on the other’s arm again, “You’re even harder to wake up than Sannie this morning. What’s up with you?” – “Huh?”, Yunho hummed, propping himself up on his elbows as he blearily glanced at his roommate’s bed. It was already empty, though it usually took the younger a while to get up in the morning. “No going back to sleep now, hyung, come on”, Yeosang frowned, patting his hyung’s arm when the older just blankly stared at the other bed. Oh yeah, Yunho realized, he should really get up. Nodding tiredly, he threw off the blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Yunho rubbed his face and patted his cheeks, trying to shake the sleepy haze that still clouded his brain. That was when his attention went back to the dry scraping in his throat. Yeah, he really needed to get up if only to get himself some water.

He ran into Seonghwa in the kitchen, the oldest scolding him for not getting ready yet. Hongjoong pointing out the time they’d have to leave from somewhere close by. Yunho nodded apologetically, chugging a bottle of cold water before heading to the bathroom. For some reason, his throat still felt dry with the large amount of water he had just drank and while the cold temperature had felt nice on his throat, it didn’t feel nice in his tummy. He couldn’t help but shudder as he brushed his teeth, already deciding to wear a thick hoodie today. If Yunho wasn’t mistaken, they’d have two radio interviews this morning and dance practice in the afternoon, so it didn’t really matter how he dressed as people would really see him anyway. With that in mind, he threw on soft sweatpants and a thick hoodie. Autumn had barely started but the weather was making the change of the season pretty obvious, cold winds whipping around their faces the moment they set foot outside. Yunho could tell his two hyungs were disappointed in him. The two oldest members already had the chaotic maknae-line to look after and make sure they were ready on time, they didn’t need Yunho to be unorganized and slow today too.

Though Yeosang had been a little annoyed that he had spent so much time fighting Yunho to get him out of bed this morning, he was concerned by how out of character that was for his hyung. Maybe he had practiced late the previous night and really needed the sleep but that didn’t change the fact that they needed to get to their schedule on time. It really sucked sometimes, especially when Yeosang noticed Yunho dozing off with his head on Mingi’s shoulder right after the settled in their seats. The older obviously needed more rest but they didn’t have the time for that. Their next break a little more than three weeks ahead.

Yunho groaned when Mingi shook him. Did the rapper have no regards for his sore muscles? The nap hadn’t really helped Yunho feel more energized and all he got from it was a headache. “Are you okay, hyung?”, the younger asked lowly, offering his arm when he saw the other stumble. Yunho gladly held on to him, informing: “I’m fine just sleepy.” – “You sure? Your voice sounds scratchy”, Mingi noted, guiding him into the radio station. “Mhm”, the older hummed, needing to clear his throat right after, “Slept with my mouth open, so my throat’s been dry all morning. Had some water but well…” – “We’ll get you some more and Hongjoong-hyung will do most of the talking anyway, so try to rest your voice for now”, Mingi instructed. He made sure Yunho was with the rest of the members before heading off to get the older a drink. Not usually the clingy one, it was surprising that Yunho pretty much became Jongho’s shadow the second Mingi had left and the makne too was a little confused, eventually asking: “Why are you following me everywhere, hyung, and what if I need to use the toilet at some point?” – “Oh, uh- I wasn’t following you intentionally, I think”, the older stammered, turning aside to cough before continuing, “’m just tired and you’re acting the least chaotic.”

Jongho didn’t really mind his hyung following him around, especially because he understood the other’s reasoning. It did worry him though because he soon came to realize just how out of it the older acted. “Here, hyung, have some water”, Mingi hummed as he approached the pair and handed Yunho a bottle. He met eyes with Jongho, the maknae realizing that he wasn’t the only one, who noticed their hyung acting strange. The rapper nervously patted Yunho’s back when the older aspirated and started to cough hard. “You okay?”, Jongho frowned, watching his hyung worriedly. Yunho nodded and tried to catch his breath but he only kept coughing. By now, Seonghwa was making his way over to check on his dongsaeng too. If the younger was sick, it’d explain why he had been so slow this morning. Before the oldest could ask him if he was okay, Yunho had finally caught his breath carefully taking a few more sips of water to soothe his irritated throat. Placing a gentle hand on the younger’s shoulder, Seonghwa breathed softly: “Are you okay now?” – “I was just a little clumsy when swallowing, hyung”, Yunho chuckled but his voice sounded strained, “I’m fine.”

If there was something Yunho didn’t sound, it was fine but with only a few more minutes till the interview, Seonghwa didn’t want to push it. That didn’t matter he wouldn’t keep a closer eye on his dongsaeng from now on though as his gut told him there was more going on and it had been all morning. It wasn’t long till they went on air and Yunho was starting to get nervous. He hadn’t really been able to warm up his voice and after his coughing fit, his throat wasn’t only dry but painfully sore. They had been told about the song they’d be singing live after the interview but he had been to out of it to remember it now. Clearing his throat, Yunho lifted the water bottle to his lips and took another swig just for good measure before settling into his seat behind the mic. There was no way him singing would sound good right now and he was already dreading the posts about him not being a good enough vocalist to be in his group because he knew there’d always be people online, who took one bad performance to judge and ignore all the good ones.

He made eye contact with Seonghwa, the oldest noticing how his hands trembled with nerves. “You okay”, the oldest mouthed and this time Yunho only shrugged. Aware that they were on air already, Yunho pulled out his phone and typed: ‘I haven’t warmed up. What are we going to sing? This will so not sound good ☹’ Glancing at Hongjoong as the leader answered the first questions, Seonghwa accepted the phone and typed: ‘If you can’t, you need to let one of the staff know and they’ll play your recorded vocals instead.’ Yunho read over it but still looked incredibly anxious, probably not wanting to bother the staff at such a short notice. Seonghwa just grabbed his phone and wordlessly got out of his seat, approaching one of the staff members to show them their conversation, so they could hopefully make the changes in time. He knew the younger wasn’t nervous about his voice sounding bad because he hadn’t warmed up but rather because he was still hoarse, whether the earlier incident was to blame or if he was sick barely made a difference. He sounded rough and he knew it.

When Seonghwa handed Yunho his phone back, the younger found a note stating: ‘You won’t have to sing and I doubt there’ll be any questions directed at you specifically, so we can cover for you. Just turn off your mic.’ Yunho instantly complied, heaving a sigh of relief afterwards. Listening to the other members answering questions, he rested his head in his hands and frowned when it felt kind of warm against his palms. He still had a headache but now it almost seemed like he had gotten a fever on top of it or had it been there all morning? Not like he would’ve noticed it in the rush to get ready on time. Now that Yunho wasn’t distracted anymore, he had the time to pay more attention to his body and yeah, he was most likely running a fever. It made his head feel a little swimmy and he felt ready to sleep again but he knew he couldn’t. His throat was starting to itch again but just because his mic was off, didn’t mean someone else’s mic wouldn’t pick up his coughing. For a while, Yunho tried to control his breathing, hoping the need to cough would go away but it only got stronger the longer he kept fighting it. As his face slowly grew red, Seonghwa shot him a worried and questioning look. ‘Tickle in the throat’, the younger typed, flashing Seonghwa his phone before shoving it in his pocket and clamping his hand over his mouth. Yunho fought to choke back a cough as he grabbed his water bottle and fled the room.

Their manager was more than confused when Yunho jogged back to the waiting area. Their interview wasn’t over yet and the boy shouldn’t be back out already. When he felt like he had at least some privacy, Yunho allowed himself to cough, choking on the air he so desperately tried to force into his lungs. His throat burned as he kept coughing, doubling over from the force as he tried to steady himself against the closest wall before stumbling over to a chair. Weakly plopping into the seat, he opened his water bottle and tried to stop coughing at least long enough so he could have a sip and hopefully it would soothe the irritation but he didn’t even get the chance. Yunho’s hands trembled as he set down the water bottle, afraid he would drop it. Clutching his chest, he tried to force air into his lungs only to double over again.

Eventually, he managed to get a few sips of water down and the coughing eased up. At least, to the point where he could last a minute without coughing. Yunho rubbed his face, his head pounding from the strain. It had taken him a while but he was ready to admit it now. He felt awful. I stray tear trailed down his cheek only for him to harshly wipe it off. Although he knew the fit had lasted quite a while, Yunho was unaware his group had finished the interview and was already on the way back to the waiting area, their manager informing Hongjoong about what had happened with his dongsaeng. The leader worriedly exchanged a look with Seonghwa, the older frowning: “He left because of a tickle in the throat, had I known how bad it was, I wouldn’t have let him go on his own.” – “Not like you could really leave, hyung”, Hongjoong sighed, though he too felt guilty and upset. They should’ve known something wasn’t right. Yunho had been acting off all morning yet they didn’t check in with him. He was their oldest dongsaeng, so they figured he’d have himself handled but they didn’t confirm that and now they felt like the worst hyungs.

Yunho’s face was flushed, his eyes redden a little and Seonghwa felt his heart break. “Hey, you doing okay now?”, Hongjoong asked quietly, Yunho nodding with a smile the older could easily tell was fake. Clicking his tongue, Seonghwa walked up to the younger and rested his palm over the other’s forehead. The oldest frowned at the heat, scolding: “Why didn’t you say you were sick? That fever is pretty high.” – “I- I didn’t-“, Yunho choked out, having to turn away to cough. Seonghwa gently rubbed his back while Hongjoong grabbed the empty water bottle to get him a new one. “I-I didn’t know, hyung”, Yunho rasped, wiping his eyes, “My mind was too slow to make the connection.” – “Which isn’t really surprising, you’re burning”, the oldest cooed, “I’m sorry, I should’ve realized something was wrong when Yeosang couldn’t get you out of bed.” Yunho gratefully accepted the water Hongjoong handed him and sipped it slowly while the leader announced: “I’ll make sure you’re cleared of your schedule, at least for today, and we’ll have someone take you back to the dorm. We can see where it’ll go from there and how much more time you might need off but for now, you’re going home, so you can sleep.”

“Hyung?”, Jongho hummed as he walked up to Yunho, “I still had some cough drops in my bag. You sound like you need them more than me.” The older tiredly accepted the cough drops, storing most of them in the pocket of his hoodie but slipping one in his mouth right away. “Thanks, Jong”, Yunho breathed, massaging his throat. If only he had figured out the fact that he was sick earlier, he could’ve stayed in bed, neither having to rush, nor to embarrass himself and cause a scene. While Hongjoong made the arrangements to with their manager to change Yunho’s schedule, Seonghwa sat with the sick boy, rubbing his back through each coughing fit, though they came less frequent now. Eventually, Mingi took a seat on Yunho’s other side, offering: “Maybe you want to stay in my room, hyung. You really look like you need sleep and if you have a room to yourself, no one’s going to bother you.” – “Thank you”, the older whispered. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to take the other up on the offer, feeling like he’d intrude, but on the other hand, resting undisturbed did sound nice. He knew San would try his hardest not to make too much noise when returning but he was clumsy from time to time.

While the rest of the group had to head to their next interview, Yunho was taken back to the dorm, where he changed into softer sleep clothes and made himself a pot of tea. He did decide to take Mingi’s room for the time being as the groups schedule would end with dance practice and it would get chaotic once everyone fought to shower first and he didn’t want to witness that. Yunho poured himself a cup of tea and placed it on the nightstand before moving the tea pot to Mingi’s desk. He didn’t remember much of the remaining day after that, only that he had forced down a bowl of plain rice some time during the afternoon, so he could take medicine for his headache, but went back to sleep right after. It was late in the evening and Yunho had been going in and out of consciousness for a while, when he felt cool fingers brush against his forehead. “Hey”, Mingi whispered with a soft smile, “How have you been? You were out cold when we returned and neither woke up when I grabbed fresh clothes nor when San tackled Wooyoung on the way to the bathroom.” – “H-He did?”, the older yawned surprised, “Didn’t hear anything.” – “Mhm, how do you feel, hyung?”, Mingi chuckled. Shrugging, Yunho admitted: “Still meh, but I ate something and had some medicine. Not coughing as much, so I guess the tea is helping too. All I need are cuddles now.” – “Oh, really?”, the younger teased, earning a sleepy pout, “Alright, let me go and get a cold cloth for your forehead because you’re still feverish and then you can have your cuddles.”

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Vapor Rub

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregiver: Hyunjin

Prompt by: @sicktember

Jisung is sick and can't sleep, Hyunjin tries to help but with his dongsaeng's very personal hatred towards certain medicine, there's only so much the older can do.

No one’s POV.:

It was already late in the evening when Hyunjin got back to his dorm. He had been practicing some of the new choreographies on his own for the past few hours and was glad to finally be home. Chan and Changbin were sitting in the living room, papers with lyrics scattered around them as they worked. That was weird because usually Jisung would be with them but the younger was nowhere to be seen. Hyunjin quietly greeted his two hyungs before making his way to the bathroom to wash up. Jisung’s room was right next to the bathroom and when the dancer turned off the water to shampoo his hair, he could hear the other coughing through the wall. He knew Jisung had come down with a cold a few days ago but it hadn’t been too bad. The rapper was mainly just stuffed up, his nose a little runny but other than that, he had been fine. Well, he had at least seemed fine when Hyunjin had last seen him but the longer the coughing continued, the more the dancer started to wonder.

They hadn’t had much schedule together, aside from a recording session early in the morning and that wasn’t exactly telling. Jisung always took a long time to really wake up, so him being tired and withdrawn during the first hour of their schedule wasn’t concerning and so Hyunjin had thought nothing of it. It would explain why Chan and Changbin had been in the living room alone though. Deep in thought, Hyunjin rinsed the shampoo out of his hair and finished his shower before changing into comfortable clothes and joining his friends in the living room. He was just thinking about getting a late snack after having missed dinner, when Changbin asked if they should eat something. “Ah right”, Chan sighed, “Completely forgot about dinner. Did you eat, Jinnie?” The dancer shook his head, admitting: “Was just thinking about grabbing something. Let’s eat together, hyung.” As they checked the fridge, they found some leftovers and started to heat them up. “Did Jisung eat?”, Hyunjin asked, glancing towards the bedrooms. It was so unlike his dongsaeng to sleep early, the dancer couldn’t help but wonder. Laying the table, Changbin replied: “Yeah, we made him have some soup earlier because it didn’t seem like we’d be able to get him out of bed once we allowed him to go lay down.” – “Is he doing that bad?”, Hyunjin frowned, surprised because the other had seemed to be okay this morning. Handing the dancer his food, Chan smiled: “He was mostly just really tired because he hadn’t slept well last night. He had no fever or anything that an early bedtime wouldn’t fix.”

That soothed Hyunjin’s concern some but he could still hear the rapper cough pretty frequently, so when they were done eating, he made a cup of tea. When Changbin shot him a questioning look, the younger explained: “You can’t tell me Jisung is asleep yet. Come on, it’s … Jisung. He doesn’t sleep early and he’s still coughing, so I doubt he could.” Hyunjin had a point, the cough maybe the reason the rapper hadn’t slept well the previous night. “I mean, you’re not wrong, after all it’s Jisung, we’re talking about”, Changbin agreed with a shrug, “Chan-hyung and I will be working some more in hyung’s room, so if you need us, that’s where you can find us.” Hyunjin nodded, stirring some honey into the tea. He didn’t like that they were once again working into the night but at least, they were at the dorm and could go to bed anytime if they felt like it.

The dancer quietly made his way to Jisung’s room, gently tapping his fingernails against the door as to not disturb the younger if he was actually asleep. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t and hoarsely called: “Yeah?” – “Hey, didn’t think you could sleep already”, Hyunjin chuckled when he slipped into the room, “How’re you feeling?” The rapper shrugged, sitting up. Bringing his sweaterpaws up to scrub at his nose, Jisung sniffled: “’b jus’ really tired.” Turning away, he clamped his sweaterpaws over his mouth and broke into another cough. Hearing the painful scraping in his dongsaeng’s throat, Hyunjin took a seat on the edge of the mattress and placed the tea on the nightstand, so he could properly comfort the younger. It was worrying though, how long the fit lasted and there was nothing the dancer could do but rub his friend’s back through it. “You okay?”, Hyunjin cooed, when the coughing finally tapered off and Jisung looked back at him teary eyes. The rapper gave a tired nod, wiping at his eyes. All the coughing had strained his throat and kept him from sleeping, no matter how tired he felt.

Closing his eyes, Jisung rested his aching head on Hyunjin’s shoulder and relaxed. He had tried to sleep for the past few hours and it just wasn’t working. Mainly because he couldn’t stop coughing for long enough to do so. Reaching up to pet his dongsaeng’s hair, Hyunjin hummed: “I made you some tea. Thought it might soothe your throat a little because that cough sounded like it hurt.” Jisung nodded. It had hurt but worse was that it didn’t stop. Every breath he took between his chapped lips tickled his throat but he couldn’t breathe through his nose at all, so he had no choice. “Did you take medicine? If you want, I could check if we have some cough syrup”, Hyunjin offered and the younger was suddenly wide awake, choking on air. Worriedly the dancer patted Jisung’s back as he kept coughing. Clearing his throat, Jisung rasped: “I took sobethi’g for the headache earlier a’d tried some nasal spray but it’s dot doing much.” – “That’s not going to help with the coughing anyway”, the older pointed out, handing Jisung his tea to carefully sip on.

Determined to get his dongsaeng the medicine he needed, Hyunjin got up again, making his way to the bathroom and checking the water tank of the humidifier on his way out. They should certainly have some cough syrup in the cabinet over the sink. Chan and Changbin had already retreated to the leader’s bedroom, probably wearing headphones as the dancer rummaged through the bathroom cabinet, pushing aside the container of vapor rub. He smiled as he retrieved the bottle of cough syrup and hurried to get back to his friend’s room. When he walked in, Jisung was unsuccessfully trying to blow his nose and whining in frustration. “Here, there was still some left”, Hyunjin smiled, placing the medicine bottle onto the nightstand and making the younger shudder. There was no way in Jisung’s mind that he would be taking that. Yeah, it might help but it might also end in disaster and he was too tired to risk that. Noticing the rapper’s frown, Hyunjin worried: “What’s wrong, Sungie?” – “’b sorry but I wod’t take that”, the rapper whispered, raising the cup to his lips again. He truly hoped the tea would be enough to fix the problem, so his hyung wouldn’t push it.

When the tea was gone, the empty cup abandoned on the nightstand and Jisung still muffling cough after cough into his sleeves, Hyunjin sighed: “Come on, Sungie. You’re not going to sleep tonight if you keep coughing like this. The humidifier is already running on the highest setting, so nothing else we could do. You’re not going to get better if you don’t get enough rest.” The rapper shook his head, scooting back further against the wall. He couldn’t do this. The last time he had taken cough syrup had been when he was very young and he had made it through most of his childhood and teenage years without it, so he wouldn’t break his streak now. When Jisung made no move to reach for the bottle, Hyunjin picked it back up and read the label to figure out the correct dosage. “Hyu’g ndo”, the rapper whispered anxiously, his breath catching in his throat and sending him into another painful fit. “You’ve just shown once more that you need it”, Hyunjin stated matter-of-factly, “Stop being childish and just take your medicine.”

That comment had taken it too far but still reading the label, the dancer didn’t see the tears trailing down Jisung’s cheeks as the younger pulled his legs up to his chest. Hyunjin looked up when he heard a muffled sob though, eyes softening as he grabbed the boy’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his lips. Jisung already had some trouble breathing with his blocked nose, so no need to make it any harder. The dancer carefully brushed the backs of his fingers against his dongsaeng’s forehead to check for a fever, which seemed likely with how emotional the younger was, but he didn’t feel one and figured the other was probably just tired. Seeing the medicine debate was what had upset him, Hyunjin put the bottle back onto the nightstand and took a seat next to his friend. “Why do you not want to take it, hm?”, he hummed softly, handing the rapper a tissue. Jisung wiped his eyes and took a shaky breath, sniffling: “Whed I was r-really little, mby mom mbade mbe take cough syrup a’d- a’d it was so disgusti’g, I threw up.” The memory alone almost made him gag.

Hyunjin stayed silent, shocked at the admission. “I’m sorry”, he sighed apologetically, “That sounds like a valid reason and I probably wouldn’t want to give it another try either if it was me. I shouldn’t have called you childish but what else are we going to do now?” Jisung shrugged. He had already gone through a whole bag of cough drops over the course of the day and it hadn’t helped, just like the tea hadn’t helped although the warmth felt soothing. Pulling the younger into a hug, Hyunjin rested his chin on his dongsaeng’s head and wracked his brain for any solution. He almost pulled out his phone to search the internet, when he remembered something. “I saw some vapor rub earlier. You could try that if you want to”, the dancer hummed, “If it doesn’t help the cough, it might clear up your nose, so you don’t have to keep breathing through your mouth.” – “It wouldn’t tickle as mbuch if I could breathe through mby ndose”, Jisung agreed, moving away and bringing his arms up to his face to shield the older from his cough.

While the rapper was catching his breath, Hyunjin wandered back to the bathroom to collect the container of vapor rub. He had never liked using it because he didn’t want to feel sticky on top of being sick but he understood his dongsaeng. Feeling sticky was certainly better than throwing up, though he doubted Jisung would throw up again if he just tried. He wouldn’t push it though as the younger had already made up his mind. The rapper looked so exhausted, his head resting on his knees when Hyunjin returned. “Alright, let’s also stack your pillows, so you’re not lying totally flat”, the older smiled, “My mom once said that helps and I really hope it does because I’m running out of ideas.” Tiredly lifting his head, Jisung reached for his pillows and threw them on top of each other in a messy heap. Hyunjin adjusted them a little because one was almost falling off the bed before motioning for his dongsaeng to lay back against them.

When he was settled, Jisung tugged on his hyung’s shirt a little, whispering: “Cad you stay for a bit? I still dod’t thi’k I could sleep a’d I dod’t wadda lay awake all by mbyself all dight.” – “I can stay”, Hyunjin smiled taking a seat next to him, “Though I really hope you’ll fall asleep at some point.” Closing his eyes, the rapper rested his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder, who just opened the container of vapor rub and scooped some onto his fingers. “It might feel a little cold”, the dancer warned before he slipped his hand under his dongsaeng’s sweater to rub the ointment on his chest. Jisung whined hoarsely at the sensation but slowly relaxed. Hyunjin’s hand was drawing slow circles over his chest, the cold vapor rub warming up. Jisung was surprised when his hyung started to giggle quietly, commenting: “I know you can’t smell it but I can confirm, you don’t only look and sound sick but also smell sick now.” Pouting, the rapper pinched Hyunjin’s side, making the older cry out for a moment before he laughed it off and guided his friend’s head back onto his shoulder. Jisung shifted a little as he tried to get comfortable before melting into the other’s side and deciding to give sleep another try.

#stray kids #skz #fanfiction #fanfic #sick #sickfic #sicktember2022 #fluff #comfort #hyunsung

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Care Package

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Seungmin

Caregiver: mainly Minho

Prompt by: @sicktember

Seungmin catches a cold before having to stay in a hotel a distance away from the dorm for an individual schedule. Will his friends still manage to take care of him long distance?

No one’s POV.:

Seungmin was scheduled to participate in a TV show, which he had been looking forward to for a long time. The shoot wasn’t too close to their dorm, so it had been decided that the vocalist would be staying in a hotel closer to the set for the scheduled two days. Two days didn’t seem too long and he was pretty excited when the date got closer. He’d have to pack his luggage soon but there wasn’t much he would need, at least, not that he could think of. His stylists would take care of the outfits he’d be wearing on set and he didn’t need that much more for only two days. What Seungmin hadn’t planned on though, was him waking up a little under the weather a few days before his departure. Over night it had become impossible for the vocalist to breathe through his nose and his head was all fuzzy, aching slightly. They had a dance practice scheduled for the day, so he rolled out of bed, wincing at how stiff his muscles felt before making his way to the kitchen to get a drink.

Exciting his room, Seungmin was surprised at how cold the rest of the dorm was in comparison to his room but he could faintly remember getting up during the night and adjusting the aircon in his room because he had felt cold. Still half asleep, Seungmin was solely focused on his task of getting a glass of water and didn’t notice his dormmate entering the kitchen at the same time. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, Minho greeted: “Good morning.” His dongsaeng, who had just grabbed a glass from the cupboard, jumped and almost dropped it as he looked at Minho in shock. “Good morning, hyung”, Seungmin rasped, still a little shaken, “I really didn’t see you there.” – “Mhm, it’s early”, the dancer agreed, not surprised that the other was still a bit out of it. What did surprise him though, was how scratchy his dongsaeng’s voice sounded. Sipping his water, Seungmin gave a soft sniffle and shuddered when the cool liquid entered his stomach. Next to him, Minho was starting to make breakfast, aware of the intense practice session they had scheduled for today. “Could you do me a favor and check if Felix and Jeongin are up already?”, the dancer asked, setting four plates onto the counter. Seungmin nodded sleepily before shuffling down the hallway to check on his friends.

He had thought the water would soothe the irritation in his throat but it had down little other than give him chills. Why had he had to take water straight from the fridge, of course it’d be cold. Sniffling into the cuff of his sleeve, Seungmin knocked against Felix’ bedroom door and received a low ‘coming’ before he moved on to Jeongin’s room. While Felix and Jeongin joined Minho at the dining table, Seungmin went back to his room and changed into thick sweatpants, also putting on a scarf to keep his neck warm. When he joined his dormmates, Minho had already scooped some fried eggs onto his plate, knowing what his dongsaeng liked best. Although Seungmin appreciated the gesture, he didn’t feel too hungry today, mainly pushing the food around his plate. “Seungmin-ah”, Minho called, finally catching the vocalist’s attention, who seemed to have spaced out, “You need to eat well. We’ll be dancing a lot today.” The younger only nodded, picking up another bite. He knew where his hyung was coming from. He’d need the energy today but every bite scratched his throat.

Once they met up with the rest of the group and headed to the practice room, Hyunjin had started to bother Seungmin. It was all in good spirit, the dancer being over affectionate, insisting: “You’ll leave us soon and I’ll have to last days without you. You can’t deny me cuddles now, Minnie.” Watching his dongsaeng shift in discomfort, Minho made sure to keep Hyunjin busy and had him lead bigger parts of their practice. Seungmin was grateful for this. It wasn’t like he disliked his hyung being affectionate and he didn’t want to be rude either, so he didn’t tell him off, but the truth was, he felt worse the more time passed and he really didn’t want to be touched right now. He had hoped the stiffness in his muscles would leave once he had warmed up and started dancing but it didn’t take long for his muscles to burn from the strain. Too busy sniffling back the congestion in his nose, Seungmin didn’t hear Hyunjin’s explanation for the next dance move and excused himself to the bathroom. He was still out of breath when he pulled out a few tissues and blew his nose. Dancing was a struggle with his nose blocked entirely and now it had also started to run. Seungmin had to go through multiple tissues before he felt like he could at least somewhat breathe again and cringed, washing his hands. This was disgusting.

The rest of the dance practice passed in a blur and Seungmin had done surprisingly well, despite being out of it and getting a little dizzy from time to time. His members also weren’t too hard on him when he took a while to get a section right. They could all tell he wasn’t on top of his game today. Chan even offered him to sit out because he’d need to be healthy for his TV show appearance. “Yah, it’s not that bad, hyung”, Seungmin whined, his voice sounding flat, “I’m just a bit stuffed up.” He couldn’t help but flush, embarrassed that his hyung didn’t think he could handle himself. How bad did he have to look for them to notice his cold this easily? “Just saying”, the leader shrugged, “If you rest earlier, it might not get as bad but if you keep pushing yourself, it’ll probably get worse and I can only speak for myself but I’d rather be sick at home than at a hotel.” – “But I’m not even really sick. Just sniffly”, Seungmin argued, fighting the urge to sniffle again. Why did his nose have to run right now? Chan didn’t push the matter any further, knowing the younger could get incredibly stubborn, especially when cornered. He only wanted his dongsaeng to know that it was okay and maybe even a strategically smart move to take a break.

Unsurprisingly, Seungmin pushed through the rest of the day, completely drained by the time they got back to the dorm. It went without saying that the vocalist got the first turn showering, the others insisting that he still needed to pack later, when in reality they just wanted him washed up and in warm, comfortable clothes, instead of hanging around in his sweat-through practice clothes. They had already decided to eat together at the dorm Minho shared with the maknae-line, so they could all spend some more time with Seungmin before his departure. Once the others had washed up and changed their clothes at their dorm, they came over and Chan, Changbin and Jeongin started to prepare a soup for dinner.

While Seungmin was packing and most of the members busy preparing dinner or laying the table, Minho grabbed his own toiletry bag and started putting together a care package for his dongsaeng. He knew Seungmin could take care of himself but making sure he had the supplies he’d need to do so, couldn’t hurt. The dancer threw in a box of painkillers and fever-reducers, adding a nasal spray and three travel packs of tissues. He knew his friend always got incredibly congested when he caught a cold and often resorted to blowing his nose into toilet paper when he ran out of tissues, so it never took long for his nose to be rubbed raw. As Minho ventured out of his room to check if they had any cough drops he could pack for Seungmin, he ran into Felix, retrieving the last bag from their kitchen drawer. “I know Minnie might forget to bring them but doesn’t like being reminded what he needs to pack, so I wanted to sneak those into his luggage when he isn’t looking”, the Aussie explained quietly and Minho tugged him to his room to show what he already had prepared.

Curious, Jeongin had followed then and stood in the doorway, startling both of his hyungs when he noted: “You might want to add some fever patches too, so he can rest better at the hotel. Hyung will hide it if he starts running a fever, so I won’t inconvenience anyone.” – “Ah, you’re right”, Minho agreed, quickly slipping out of the room to fetch a few fever patches. The dancer always got too restless to sleep when he had a fever and he knew Seungmin couldn’t afford to lose sleep when he was sick and working, so if it helped the younger be more comfortable at the hotel at night, it definitely had to go into the bag too. With Felix and Jeongin’s help, Minho soon had a complete care package and only needed to wait for an opportunity to slip it into Seungmin’s luggage without the younger noticing.

Wearing thick sweatpants, a hoodie and a scarf, Seungmin shuffled out of his room as soon as he was done packing to join his friends for dinner. He was exhausted after a full day of dancing, which wasn’t too surprising, yet Chan noticed something else when he hugged the younger. His dongsaeng felt a bit warm to the touch too but when the leader pointed it out, he was brushed off. “I took a hot shower because and started to sweat while packing”, Seungmin laughed, not entirely believable but if he insisted that was the reason, Chan wouldn’t argue with him. It wasn’t a complete lie though, Seungmin had taken a hot shower, hoping to loosen his muscles and clear some of the congestion, but all the shower had done was giving him a headache. If he thought about it, he did feel a little feverish, which was probably also why he had gotten so sweaty while packing his luggage. He couldn’t admit to feeling bad though because that TV show appearance was a big chance and if he wasn’t well, Chan might make him stay home and rest. Seungmin could tell his friends were trying to take care of him even if he wasn’t openly admitting to being sick. As long as they weren’t overbearingly concerned and affectionate, he appreciated their subtle support more than he’d let on. He was grateful that they were all having soup for dinner, doubting he’d manage to swallow any solid food without irritating his throat.

Seungmin’s condition didn’t improve as time passed but it also didn’t get significantly worse, so he soon found himself on a few-hour drive to the set. The members had bid him goodbye early in the morning before they had to leave for their schedule, while Seungmin had another hour before a driver would pick him up. He used the time to make himself some tea, adding honey before pouring it into a thermos for him to take along on the drive. His nose luckily wasn’t as runny as it had been but he had developed a quite bothersome cough, which had kept him up for most of the previous night. Well, that and the excitement. He had been looking forward to this for so long, so even if he was sick, he should still enjoy himself.

His memory about the drive was foggy when he got out of the car. Seungmin had slept through most of it, catching up on the sleep he had lost the previous night. Still, it wasn’t a good rest as he woke himself up coughing frequently. He did try to make the best of it though, sipping his tea before going back to sleep. The nap gave him the energy he needed to pull himself together and be professional as soon as he arrived on set. Sleepily stumbling out of the car, Seungmin pulled up his scarf to cover his lips as he coughed in an attempt to clear his throat but his voice still came out raspy when he greeted the staff. He also didn’t look to great and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t feeling well from anyone on set. It wasn’t as big of a deal as he had expected though. The stylists managed to make him look perfectly fine, covering the dark circles under his eyes, as well as the pinkish tint around his nostrils. Someone got him some painkillers for his headache before they started the shoot. Seungmin grew increasingly insecure about the way his voice sounded. It came out nasally and not nearly as clear as usual. Nobody pointed it out though as they didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

His stylist eventually got him a scarf that matched his outfit, which Seungmin was grateful for. He cursed himself for forgetting to bring cough drops as his voice got quieter and quieter the more he talked. The coughing was the worst as it kept interrupting the shoot frequently and Seungmin tended to fight it back to the point he could barely breathe, so he wouldn’t be a disruption. Somehow his throat managed to itch and ache at the same time, so as to not trigger another fit, Seungmin tried to breathe through his nose but ended up sniffling audibly. He tried to play it off by nudging his wrist against his nose but it only made his nose itch more. Knowing it’d be messy if he sneezed right now without having a tissue on him, the vocalist fought the urge to sneeze and kept rubbing at his nose to quell the itch. That only ended him back in front of his makeup artist to get his makeup retouched after rubbing it off but he quickly excused himself to the bathroom. Quickly tearing off a wad of toilet paper, Seungmin finally allowed himself to sneeze, half relieved that the itch was gone, half upset that the force had made his head pound but at least he wouldn’t mess up his makeup for a while. Shoving some more toilet paper into his pockets, he washed his hands and hurried back to get his makeup fixed.

When Seungmin was dropped off at the hotel that night, he was ready to drop. He had no idea where he had found the energy to finish his schedule for today but he was well aware that he had to do the same again tomorrow. With his throat still sore, he had considered going to a store to pick up a bag of cough drops to protect what little voice he had left but was too tired too. Undressing was a struggle, as his muscles burned with every move and he stumbled dizzily, almost tripping himself. It did feel nice to take a shower though. Seungmin opened his luggage and put on some comfortable clothes and a scarf, when he found Minho’s toiletry bag. In his hazy mind, he thought he had accidentally taken it and pulled out his phone to call his hyung and apologize. “Hey, it’s good to hear from you”, the older greeted, “How was your shoot today?” – “It was alright”, Seungmin rasped, coughing into his scarf, “Hyung, I’m so sorry, I must have mixed up our toiletry bags and take yours.”

There was a confused moment of silence, Seungmin anxiously biting his nails as he waited for his friend’s reaction. He was confused when Minho sighed: “You didn’t.” The vocalist heard some shuffling on the other end of the line before the older explained: “I put it there. Why don’t you open it?” Too out of it to really think about what was going on and why his hyung might have done that, Seungmin simply followed the instruction and opened the other’s toiletry bag. Minho could hear the zipper but his dongsaeng didn’t say anything. Overwhelmed and emotional from his fever, it took a moment for Seungmin to comprehend everything before he broke into tears. He hadn’t wanted his friends to go out of their way to care for him but they had done so anyway and he had cough drops now. Hearing soft sniffles, Minho asked Seungmin if he was still there and if everything was alright. “Are you crying?”, the dancer asked carefully. Shaking his head, Seungmin muttered: “No?” But a crack in his voice gave it away.

“You’re really not feeling good, hm?”, Minho hummed sympathetically and Seungmin didn’t have the energy to deny it, “If you already ate dinner, you can take something for the fever and headache. I put in some medicine for you.” Going through the care package his hyung had packed, Seungmin had to admit that he hadn’t eaten yet but let the older talk him into ordering some soup from the room service. While he waited for his late dinner to arrive, he sucked on a cough drop and asked Minho about what the group had done today. His voice was weak but he felt lonely and wanted to hear at least one of his friends’ voices, so the dancer told him about everything the rest of them had done that day, trying to distract the younger from his misery to the best of his abilities. He also agreed to keep his dongsaeng company over the phone, while the younger ate. “Ugh, I’m so stuffed up, I can’t even taste it”, Seungmin whined hoarsely, sniffling as the steam made his nose run. Cooing inwardly, Minho instructed: “There’s some nasal spray in my bag too. Use it and wait a few minutes before trying to blow your nose. It should help clear you up at least a little.” The younger did as he was told, excusing himself to the bathroom after a few minutes, while leaving his phone on the bed as he didn’t want his hyung to witness that.

Finally, able to use real tissues instead of toilet paper again, Seungmin blew his nose, going through multiple tissues. He was relieved when he could breathe a little easier and his skin didn’t sting as badly as it had earlier when he cleaned himself up. “How’re you feeling now?”, Minho asked gently, when the younger returned. Still sniffling softly, Seungmin admitted: “I can breathe again but I’m really tired.” – “That’s alright, just finish your food and take your medicine, then you can go to bed”, the dancer smiled, talking about everything and nothing just to keep talking and show his dongsaeng that he was still there, while the younger slowly finished his soup. Downing his pills with a few sips of water, Seungmin placed the bottle onto the nightstand along with a pack of tissues, well aware that he’d need them. “You ready to sleep?”, Minho asked quietly and the vocalist hummed in confirmation, “There are some fever patches too if you feel using them. Sleep well and get better soon, Seungmin-ah.” – “Thank you, hyung. Good night”, the younger sniffled, ending the call and plugging his phone in to charge. After sticking a fever patch to his forehead, Seungmin crawled into bed and curled up under the comforter, finally allowing himself to sleep, so he’d find the strength to power through another packed day tomorrow.

#stray kids #skz #fanfic #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #sicktember2022 #2min #fluff #comfort

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe & Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Characters: Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sicktember, Sicktember 2022, Hurt/Comfort, Sick Franziska von Karma, Gyakuten Saiban 2 | Justice For All, takes place in between 2-2 and 2-3 Summary:

It’s just that, she’s Mr. Edgeworth’s little sister, and she’s all alone. No one should be all alone in general, let alone when they’re sick, let alone in a foreign country after being born and raised overseas. If it were the detective himself, he’d be in tears right about now, and she’s strong, but she’s just a kid. Barely old enough to take meds for that headache of hers. Mr. Edgeworth has done so much for Gumshoe, for the legal system in general, and his heart’s made of gold, Gumshoe knows it is. Gumshoe knows that if he were here right now, he wouldn’t be taking no for an answer—he’d be wrangling his sick sister somewhere more closely resembling a bed, he’d be taking her lashings like they’re nothing.

Written for @sicktember Day 30: Lethargy / Exhaustion

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Sicktember, Sicktember 2022, Fever, Fever Delirium, Crying, this one is soooo like. loose and dreamy, its just a thousand words or so of Franziska being barely conscious, she's goin thru it but its ok. Maya :), takes place just whenever. again, somewhere after the og trilogy but no spoilers~, Franziska von Karma Has Abandonment Issues, if that wasnt entirely apparent, Self-Hatred, she doesn't feel good :((, No Beta - Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Summary:

She shouldn't be breaking over pain so trivial—not Franziska von Karma, not when she's had so much worse. How soft has she become, weeping alone on the couch over something as tame as a common illness?

But then Maya's hands are on her face, soothing every ache and pain away, and oh. Oh, she remembers.

Written for @sicktember 2022 Day 19: Whining / Crying

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Sicktember 2022, Sicktember, Siblings, Family, Dysfunctional Family, Whumped Franziska von Karma, takes place in the middle of 2-4, you know. you know The Scene., franziska look out de killer has a sniper rifle!, oh my god she can't hear she has airpods in--, hypovolemic shock, Shock, Nausea, Vomiting, tagging excessively. for the emetophobes. mwah, or the emetophiles i guess. hi if you're into that. have a seat, ill make you some tea, im not putting a sickfic tag on this cause its not really sickfic, buuuut it is franziska puking with a bullet in her shoulder, Implied/Referenced Suicide, (just a brief mention of a character taking their own life), Case 2-4: Farewell My Turnabout, No Beta - Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death Summary:

God, she was so mad at him. This lonely, horrible, impossible year—he’d left her alone to grieve her father, left her alone to grieve him, run off and left her in his dust because he was too much of a tepid coward to face the people who sobbed at his back and begged him not to go. And then he comes back like it’s nothing, and rubs salt in her wounds while her world falls apart at its seams, and he doesn’t even allow her the dignity of driving herself to the emergency room.

Written for @sicktember 2022 Day 24: "I Need You To Pull Over!"

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