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creative-caramel-coffee · 8 months

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Stomach Struggles

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: R struggles while her girls are away, chronic stomach aches are no fun and r just wants her girls

TW: anxiety, stomach ache, slight angst, crying, vulnerability, vomiting

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Stomach aches were the bane of your existence. They hurt and they made you sick almost every single time without fail.

So when you woke up on the day you and Wanda had finally scheduled a date for the first time in months and felt like you were going to spending the day with your head in the toilet you couldn’t help the tears that fell. Wanda and Nat were still on their mission and should be getting back at around four this afternoon.

You put all of your energy into rolling over, gazing at your phone screen and unplugging it you blearily looked at the time. You couldn’t help the few extra tears that fell, 4:30am. No wonder it was still dark and you hadn’t heard your alarm. It wasn’t going to go off for another two hours. You knew there was no going back to sleep now. The pain was too much but you couldn’t find it in you to find some pain medicine that your girls had stashed somewhere in the bathroom.

Deciding there was no point being sad about something you couldn’t change you began to sift through the bedside table’s draw. You were sure you had hidden som stuff in there incase you got sick in the night.

The chronic stomach aches hit whenever so it was good to be prepared. And you knew Wanda had restocked the stash before she left. Nat had made a big fuss with fury about leaving you all alone for a few days. Worried they wouldn’t be there if you needed them.

You were sad when they left but it was nothing on how much you missed them now. Now when you needed them most.

Your finger wrapped around what you were looking for. Pulling out the small container of your emergency supplies your sleepy fingers fumbled with the small lid before it finally came off with a small pop. You checked what was there. Gratefully and teary eyed as you knew Wanda had taken extra care this time, you pulled out the small note. Written in her loopy script it said how much they loved you and how if you needed anything from the box at all you were to call them and tell them. Wanda signed it with a kiss of her red lipstick on the note. Your fingers brushed over the print and another few tears fell. Carefully you folded the note and placed it on the bedside.

Reaching into the box you found a small packet of pain meds and sobbed in relief. Carefully you took the right dose and put them on the bedside beside the note. With shaking hands you pulled out on the sickbags from the small pile of them in the bottom of the box. You knew it was better to have it ready if you need it than not.

Looking in the rest of the box there were three more things. A bottle of pepto bismol which you turned your nose up at. Another bottle of water and a small pack of crackers. And lastly a small stuffed plushie of a frog. You rolled your eyes but pulled it out and hugged it to your chest. Burying your face in the soft fuzzy fur, it smelt like Wanda and you let another few tears fall.

Turning to the bedside and placing the box on the ground you picked up your phone. Wanda had said to call them if you needed them. But would they get in trouble? With the plushie still under one arm you hesitated before tapping her contact. Was it too early to call them?

The line trilled once, twice, three times and then Wanda picked up

“Y/n?” Her sleepy voice came through the line and you choked back another sob but it didn’t work as a small noise came out. That seemed to wake Wanda up.

“Baby?” She asked sounding more alert. “Are you ok my sweet?”

“Where’s natty?” You asked sounding small and vulnerable you dodged the question.

“Shes here sleeping beside me. Baby are you ok?” She repeated, “did you have a nightmare my love?” She asked with a soft voice.

“N-no.” You hated that your voice shook and let out another small sob.

“Is it your tummy baby girl?” Wanda asked now waking up nat who would be mad if she missed a chance to talk to you. Nat grumbled and threw a hand over her eyes. Wanda nudged her side and covered the phone receiver.

“Its Y/n/n she doesn’t feel good.” Wanda said and nat sat bolt upright. Taking the phone from Wanda.

“Y/n? Are you ok my love?” She said her voice slightly sleepy but still alert.

“N-natty?” You asked.

“Yes baby I’m here.” She cooed.

“H-hurts.” You said.

“Oh baby where does it hurt my love?” Wanda asked and you realised you were on speaker.

“S-stomach a-and head.” You muttered brokenly. You heard shuffling on the other side.

“W-wands whats g-going on a-are you guys o-ok?” You asked.

“We’re fine baby natty’s packing the bags, the missions basically over they can send a relief team, our girl needs us fury can shove it u-“

“Baby lets go. Ill call fury on the way.” nat cut her off making you giggle.

“N-no i-i-ill be ok. Y-you don’t need to come b-back.” Wanda frowned.

“Baby we want to make sure your ok. You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore sweets natty and i are here now.” She said frowning deeper as your didn’t respond.

You wanted to, you really did. You wanted to tell her how much you owed her and nat but the nausea peaked, and you found yourself leaning forward and dropping the phone as you clumsily pulled the sickbag under you chin and gaged.

“Baby?” Wanda’s voice came through the phone that was where in the sheets.

Nat was by her side and mimicked the sentiment.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” She said sounding urgent. All they were met with were the sounds of you being sick as you threw up into the sick bag.

If they weren’t worried before they were now.

“Oh sweetheart.” Wands cooed. “Its ok. Your ok” she hushed knowing how much you hated being sick.

“Baby we’ll be there soon ok? Stay on the phone with us.” You merely sobbed in response as you gagged again into the bag. Your tiny whimpers broke Nat’s heart.

“Screw this.” Nat said and Wanda raised an eyebrow “I’m calling tony to send us a jet it’ll be way faster.” Wanda nodded and return her attention to you.

“Crap baby my phones gonna die. We haven’t been able to charge them. I want you to keep track of how often your sick and natty and i will be home soon. I lov-“ the phone cut out and the beep told you the line was dead.

You sobbed and stood on shaky legs to dispose of the sickbag. Your head swam and you sat back down.

“Bad idea” you muttered and put the gross bag into the small bin by the bed, unable to full get rid of it.

Pulling the sheets up exhaustion hit and you tried to go back to sleep. After tossing and turning for about a half hour the nausea was back again. You quickly pulled out another bag and threw up again. After another few bouts of dry heaving you were throwing up again. With you head in the bag you didn’t see the door open. Unaware of another presence in the room until a warm hand was rubbing circles on your back. You flinched away and dry heaved again through the sobs.

“Oh baby its ok we’re here now.” You felt the bed dip on either-side and almost cried as you realised they were here. They were back.

When you were done you carefully set the bag in the bin and nat raised an eyebrow at the sickbags in the bin, as you threw yourself into their arms.

“Oof” nat said and wrapped her arms around you anyway.

“Oh baby it’s ok” Wanda said taking you from nat and rocking you back and forth in her arms. “How many times my sweet.”

With a small voice you replied “two.” Wanda sucked a breath in.

“And why are they still here?” Nat said looking at the sickbags and earning a glare from Wanda who was also curious.

“Couldn’t get up. Lightheaded. Thought was gonna pass out” you said snuggling into Wanda’s chest and missing the two girls exchanged worried looks.

“Baby are you feeling anything else? Do you feel warm at all?” She said pulling you back slightly and laying a hand on your forehead. You had your eyes closed but hummed at the skin to skin contact.

“Does she?” Nat asked

“No. She feels fine.” Wanda said and you snuggled back into her.

“Let’s just hope it what it normally is and nothing more or we’ll have to see Bruce.” Nat said standing up and taking the bin away to dispose of them properly.

“Baby have you had anything since you were sick?” You shook your head against Wanda’s neck and she sighed. Pulling you close she swung her legs onto the bed and positioned herself against the headboard with you still in her lap. She picked up the pepto ignoring your whines she made you take it followed by pain meds.

“You did so well my sweet.” She said as you gaged at the taste. “Shh shh shh.” She said ready with the sick bag. Luckily you weren’t sick this time and so she pulled you close again and hummed a soft tune.

“Go to sleep baby I’ll be here when you wake up. Natty and i will take care of you now sleep bubs.”

And you did.

A/N Anyone want a part 2? Imma write a part 2 anyways…

MASTERLIST

#marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #sicfic #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat comfort #wandanat x reader #sick reader #marvel comfort #hurt/comfort #comfort fic #reader is sick #vomiting #throw up #sickness #puke

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watchyourbuck · 4 months

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I accidentally rewatched the shooting scene and how come I didn’t remember Buck PICKING EDDIE UP FROM THE FLOOR AND CARRYING HIM ON HIS SHOULDER??????????? ?????

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funneylizzie · 2 years

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RISE OF THE TMNT FANDOM HOW ARE WE DOING

#I LITERALLY FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO #THROW UP #THRIW UwkdkajkHELP #HELP #AHHDJAHDJAJDJ HELP #ROTTMNT #AAAAAHHHHH

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hypertic · 9 months

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THAT ONE CHRISTMAS AVATRICE AU WHERE AVA GETS STUCK ON A SNOW STORM ITS GONE MY HEAD HURTS DOES ANYONE HAVE IT

#about to end it all #Cry #throw up #avatrice #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #wlw #writing #avatrice au #save warrior nun #ava x beatrice #ficlet

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pmak2002 · 2 months

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I love puking in sickfics and never Irl but hearing Timothee puke in beautiful boy is just 🤩

#emeto tw #puking #timothee chalamet #sick movie scenes #throw up #vomiting #throwing up #sick Timothee #emeto #irl emeto #sickee #beautiful boy #steve carell

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barfyupchunks · 3 months

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nice one

#emetophilia #vomiting #puke #throw up

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sapphire-weapon · 4 months

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Ashley plays with Leon's hair while he sleeps.

omg yes

it always starts with her just brushing his hair away from his eyes, but then she can't stop. she keeps running her fingers through his hair along his scalp with soothing little caresses, because she loves the way he sighs contentedly in his sleep and seems to somehow relax even further. subconsciously, her touch makes him feel safe.

some nights, she gets greedy and presses a kiss against the side of his neck or just behind his ear and softly whispers "i love you" to him.

#resident evil 4 #leon kennedy #ashley graham #eagleone #im gonna fuckign #throw up #i love this sfm and i love them

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matthewgrantanson · 6 months

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Drip, Los Angeles -- March 11th, 2023

Etsy

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heavygyroscope · 4 months

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London 2023

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jurassicsickfics · 1 month

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Alternative phrases for "I'm gonna throw up" 🤢:

1. "I think my belly's gonna blow..."

2. " This is gonna be way more than a burp..."

3. " I'm about to fill that bucket..."

4. " I think I need to spew..."

5. "Here comes the fire hose..."

6. " I'm gonna sick..."

7. "I think I'm gonna blow chunks..."

8. "That (food) I ate is about to come back to haunt me..."

9. " My stomach feels like a shaken bottle of pop..and..now it's gonna spew..."

10. "I've gotta spit up..."

#sicknario #sickfic prompts #sickfic #emeto prompt #emetophilia #emeto #puke prompts #vomit prompts #stomach virus #stomach ache #tummy hurts #throw up

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creative-caramel-coffee · 9 months

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Flushed. fevered. flu.

Prompt: faking sick

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1k?

Summary: you had lied about being sick one too many times and now you really are your girls don’t quite believe you

TW: vomiting, non-sexual nudity, fever, not being believed (yes it’s a warning), slight angst, migraine

A/n …

It was midday and despite it being winter every inch of your skin felt like it was on fire. The day had started off fine. A small tickle in your throat and a budding headache behind your eyes soon turned into a full blown migraine and seemingly harsh coughing fits.

You had drawn the curtains and were curled up in bed feeling like you had been hit by a truck. Clutching the thin blanket around your shoulders you didn’t have the energy to get the thick fluffy one you loved so much. Your eyes were closed and the only indicator that anyone had come into the room was the sound of the door opening. You threw an arm over your eyes when Nat turned the light on. Wanda stood by her shoulder peering into the room at you in the big shared bed.

“Really y/n?” Nat asked sounding unimpressed.

“Huh?” You asked the fever muddling your thoughts.

“Faking sick to get out of team training?” Nat sighed.

“‘M not faking.” You grumbled rolling over. Fast footsteps approached from the door and you felt the blanket snatched for your shoulders.

“Get up before we finish getting changed or we won’t wait for you.” Nat said harshly stomping off to the wardrobe to get her training gear. She dumped the blanket on the floor.

“Y/n I really thought you were starting to grow out of being so immature.” Wanda sighed with no malice in her tone just disappointment which somehow stung worse as you know she believed her words to be true. Tears budded in your eyes as both girls got changed. Nat huffed looking down at you with dissaprovemnt.

“Come on wanda she’s Steve’s problem now.” She grabbed Wanda’s hand and led her from the room. Wanda shot you a concerned look. Usually you were one to give up and follow them after theatrics but not today it seemed.

Burying your burning face in the pillows you let the tears fall and wet the fabric. Sobs wracked your heated form as hard coughs bubbled up in your chest. You were left gasping for air as more tears fell and harsh rib rattling coughs tore at your lungs and chest. Suddenly the migraine and the coughing teamed up and the tell tale signs of being sick hit you. You wobbled to your feet trying to get to the bathroom in time as you steadied yourself against the wall. You felt like you were dying. You had just made it to the bathroom when your legs gave out. Your stomach gave you no more time as you threw up all over yourself and the tiles. Promptly you burst into tears and despite your girlfriends harsh words you wished they were with you. Through your sobs you didn’t hear the knocking at the door or Steve’s voice as he said he was coming in.

Being the team leader it was his job to rally the troops for team training. Wanda and Nat had told him you were faking so he was shocked when he saw you slumped against the wall crying and covered in your own sick.

“Y/n?” He asked still shocked. “Hey it’s alright.” He said crouching down to your eye level avoiding the sick on the floor. “Do you want me to get Natty and Wands?” He asked and you nodded through the sobs. Disgusted with yourself and utterly miserable.

“Jarvis alert Natasha and Wanda that I need them urgently in their room.

You must have been really out of it or the girls were concerned as it seemed like just seconds later you heard them burst into the bedroom.

“Steve?” Wanda called

“In here.” He called

“What’s wro-“ Nat asked “oh.” Was all she said as she looked down at you tears still falling down your cheeks.

“Oh sweet girl it’s ok we’re here love.” Wanda cooed crouching down beside you.

“I’m just gonna” Steve jabbed his thumb at the door. “You’re all excused from todays session.”

“Thanks Steve” Nat nodded.

After Steve left Nat was at your other side.

“Love is it ok if we take off your clothes?” Nat cooed. You nodded wanting to be out of the sick covered Pjs you hadn’t changed out of this morning.

“‘M sorry about the mess” you cried.

“Oh love no. We should be sorry we didn’t belive you even when you tried to tell us.” Wanda cooed.

Nat tapped your side with her finger “arms up sweetie” she said softly. You lifted you aching arms above your head and as Nat removed your shirt her fingers brushed against your warm skin making you shiver.

She frowned throwing the shirt in the sink and coming back to place a hand on your forehead.

“Wands can you get the thermometer I think our sweet girl has a fever she feels a bit warm.”

Wanda nodded, just having finished taking off her own clothes so she could help you shower.

Rummaging around in the cupbaord she pulled it out. Nat took it from her and swiped the tip over your sweaty forehead.

It beeped once. Then twice. She turned the screen to wanda to show her the number.

“Oh baby 103.2 that’s too high my love we don’t want you to hurt that pretty brain of yours.” Wanda cooed. Helping you up as Nat went to get somthing to clean the sick off the floor.

Wanda guided your hand onto her shoulder as she crouched down to take off your pants. You steadied yourslef on her as you step each leg out. Wanda chucked them in the sink as well and helped you into the shower.

“This is gonna feel cold love but I promise it’ll be over soon.” She turned the handle and you whined when the water hit your skin.

“I know. I know love.” Wanda cooed pulling you into her bare chest.

“It’ll be all better soon.” She ran a hand through your wet hair as you cried softly.

After she helped you wash your body clean of any grossness she wrapped you in a fluffy towel and dried your hair. Nat helped dress you as you were shaking and she had finished cleaning the floor and had thrown your Pjs in the wash. Having brought a second pair back with her.

“We just need to check your temperature has gone down and then we’ll go cuddle up in bed ok my sweet?” She cooed running a hand through your hair. You nodded and coughed leaning into Wanda’s neck your body pressed against hers with most of your weight.

“Can you turn and look at me love.” Nat asked and you did. Fever flushed cheeks and glossy eyes still somehow making you look cute. Your nose was pink and your eyes drooped.

She swiped it over your forehead.

“102.6 I think that’s safe enough to go back to bed but we’ll have to keep an eye on it.” She hummed.

“Do you think you can make it to the bed by yourself.” Wanda asked. Looking at your shaking legs. “Nevermind love ready?” She asked placing a hand behind you knees. “One. Two. Up we go.” She scooped you up and carried you back into the bedroom. Nat followed behind with the thermometer and just in case, a sick bag she had gotten off Bruce when she went to wash your clothes. You looked missrable as you muffled a series of coughs into Wanda’s chest. She didn’t seem to mind, knowing how hard it could be for you to be vulnerable around people. Part of her also knew you were too far gone right now to care about that. You just needed love, support and care. Three things you hadn’t had in the past.

Carefully she placed you on the bed and pulled up the sheets to your chin. Sitting on either side of you, your girls looked down at your small form. Nat placed the thermometer on the bedside and wanda pressed a tablet to your lips which you took. Drinking the water she held up for you without complaint.

“Relax now love. Go to sleep. Natty and I are here now.” Wanda cooed running her fingers through your hair. You moaned slightly at the cool nails on your warm scalp and sighed contently. Wanda chuckled slightly and Nat laid down beside you.

“From now on we will listen to everything you have to say my love. I’m sorry I didn’t belive you.”

“We both are.” Wanda agreed.

But you were already asleep. Softly snoring as you basked in your girlfriends arms and love.

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ispreadrabieslikewildfire · 1 month

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Silly mutuals may i have hugs

#today is the day i learn how to revise .#crriiiiiii #throw up #die #shidou family guy pose on the floor #died

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pmak2002 · 2 months

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A/N No I didn’t write another Wonka sickfic shut up.

Willy was in pain. He felt pain all throughout his body and he was alone.

“Momma!” He cried out “Momma!! Where are you? Momma!” He cried out and thrashed about even though everything hurt.

He started to cry he wanted his momma but he couldn’t feel her anywhere.

Noodle was awoken by the loud sounds coming from Willy’s bedroom. Something was wrong. She quickly got up and rushed to his bedroom. She found the chocolatier thrashing about in his sleep and sobbing.

“Willy!” She cried and rushed over. He was having a fever nightmare. She quickly but gently shook him until he awoke with a start.

“Momma I want Momma!” Willy wailed when he woke up. He was sweating buckets.

“Willy it’s ok you’re safe I’m here it’s Noodle.” She said gently.

Willy coughed and gagged hard and Noodle grabbed the bucket that had been placed next to his bed the day before when he had started to vomit. Willy’s immune system Noodle and her mother had learned wasn’t that strong and he was sick often.

Willy hung his head over the bucket taking deep breaths trying to not be sick. He didn’t want to throw up. It hurt to throw up. He wanted to sleep. He wanted Momma.

But Alas she wasn’t there only in his dreams or nightmares or memories.

Willys stomach gurgled and he belched.

“Just get it up Willy Mom says better out then in. You’ll feel so much better.”

Willy gagged and gave in puking up the contents of his stomach that he had managed to keep in him after he had meds and water. Now it was all coming back up. A sign that the meds had wore off and his body was back to rebelling against him.

“It hurts Noodle.” Willy cried.

“What’s hurting Willy? What’s the matter?”

Noodle asked as she carefully brushed his sweaty hair off his face.

“My left leg hurts like when I injured it. I was all alone and Momma wasn’t there and…”

“Shh Willy it’s ok you’re alright. You aren’t alone here.” She rubbed his back and he tried to settle down and stop crying.

Noodle’s mother opened the door to the bedroom.

“Oh dear what’s going on?” She asked worriedly.

“He had a fever nightmare Mom the medicine wore off and he threw up.” Noodle explained to her mother.

Noodle’s mom Dorothy nodded. “I’ll get him more medicine and water. Stay with him and try to get him to settle a little ok?” She asked her daughter.

Noodle nodded her head and pulled Willy onto her lap and Willy whimpered and tried to calm down.

“I’ve got you Willy you’ll be ok.” Noodle soothed.

Dorothy went to quickly grab more medicine and water for the sickly chocolate maker. Willy was a darling boy and Dorothy loved that he loved Noodle as much as she did.

They all took care of each other and Dorothy wanted to make sure Willy was looked after that’s why sometimes Willy would stay with them.

Willy of course had originally baulked at the idea. But with some convincing. He agreed. It especially helped when he sick.

Which was often, unfortunately.

Noodle and Dorothy didn’t mind though. They’d do anything to help him.

Noodle held Wily close and ruffled his hair.

“You gave me quite the fright you know?” She said to him.

Willy coughed. “It was scary Noodle.” He said and his eyes welled up with fresh tears.

“Oh Willy.” Noodle hugged him tight as he started to cry and shake.

“You don’t have to be afraid. It’s ok.”

Willy cried in Noodle’s arms he felt so sick and he wanted to feel better.

Dorothy returned with medicine and water. Noodle helped Willy sit up to take it.

“You sounded like you were really hurt are you ok?” Dorothy asked.

Willy shook his head and winced in pain.

“I really don’t feel good.”

“You still feel warm?” Dorothy asked him.

Willy nodded.

Dorothy went grabbed a bowl of cool water and grabbed a washcloth and returned to Willy’s room. She handed the bowl and washcloth to Noodle.

“Let’s cool you down ok? It’ll help you feel better. Your fever clearly hasn’t gone down. Your sweating buckets.” Noodle said

She slowly dipped the cloth into the water and slowly wiped it across Willy’s forehead and neck.

“That feels good.” Willy said.

“Your as hot as a furnace of course it’ll help.” Dorothy teased.

Willy could see where Noodle got her joking from. He coughed and gagged again. He could feel his stomach rolling and flipping. It was ready for another purge. He gagged and Dorothy grabbed the bucket he leaned over it and started vomiting. His whole body shaking. This only made him cry harder with each retch.

"I hate throwing up make it stop!" Willy cried.

Noodle and Dorothy exchanged sad looks.

"No one likes throwing up dear." Dorothy told him.

Noodle rubbed his back sympathetically.

Eventually, the puking fit stops and Noodle grabs an extra blanket for Willy's bed knowing he feels more cold than warm because of his fever.

She soon resumes cooling Willy down with the wet washcloth and her mother helps Willy drink a few sips of water.

“Slowly now ok?” Says Dorothy as she helps Willy take a few small sips. Willy slowly but eagerly drinks some water. His throat sore and terribly dry from vomiting and crying so much.

“There we go. That feel ok?” Dorothy asked him.

He nodded it felt good to drink water to help his throat and even though it didn’t feel great in his stomach. He was glad to have had at least a little water.

“Thank you Dorothy.” Willy said weakly.

Dorothy nodded and then helped Noodle cool Willy down. Eventually he was tucked back into bed and the bucket was cleaned out and put back next to his bed on top of a towel.

“I’ll stay with him mom.” Noodle said.

Dorothy nodded. “Of course honey. Come get me if you need anything.”

Noodle nodded. “Will do mom. Goodnight.”

Dorothy left the bedroom closing the door behind her.

Willy let out a whimper and squirmed in bed he was clearly still in pain.

“Oh Willy. It’s alright you’ll be alright.” Noodle said. She crawled into bed next to her friend.

Willy began to cry again. His body racked with sobs.

Noodle curled up against him and Willy wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh Willy why the tears?” She asked. She knew she probably should have left well enough alone and let the poor man cry it out. But it broke her heart.

He just cried too miserable and exhausted to speak. Noodle just curled up tighter and let Willy hold her. Eventually he fell back asleep and Noodle did too.

By the next morning Willy didn’t look much better and when he came down for breakfast leaning on his cane more than usual and looking awfully pale. Noodle and her mother knew he’d need at least a few more days in bed.

Willy was dressed and ready to head to the factory for the day. However he was shaking and seemed unsteady on his feet. He wiped sweat from his face and coughed. He stumbled as he walked.

“Sorry I’ll miss breakfast girls I’ve got a long day..” Willy started to say but Dorothy cut him off.

“Honey you look worse for wear. Why don’t you head back up to bed? Noodle can read to you and you can sleep all day?”

“Oh now Dorothy that’s a kind offer but..” Willy said before he started to cough.

Noodle shook her head.

“Willy you can’t work like this.” She said worriedly. She helped him to a chair and Dorothy brought over a small plate of food.

Just the smell of the food that he normally loved from Dorothy made him want to throw up.

He swallowed hard and put a hand to his mouth struggling to not be sick.

“Now I know you’re still sick cuz you never turn down my home cooked food. Noodle can bring you up to bed.” Dorothy told him.

Willy burped as Noodle helped him up. His stomach gurgled.

He grunted and gripped his cane for dear life as Noodle linked arms with him and helped him back to his room upstairs.

“Oh it hurts Noodle.” Willy whined as she helped him over to sit on his bed.

“Shh I know Willy.” Noodle immediately hands him the bucket and he immediately heaves up whatever’s in his stomach which unfortunately isn’t much.

“Burns!” Willy cries

“That’s the stomach acid coming up.” Noodle explains.

She rubs his back as he heaves and coughs. Then goes about taking off his hat, scarf and coat.

Willy still was gripping his cane as if it would keep him upright at the edge of his bed.

He took deep breaths trying to calm himself knowing if he panicked he’d just throw up again.

“You’ll need a good bath after more rest ok? It might help you feel a little better.” Noodle told him.

Willy nodded still looking into the bucket and coughed.

“Don’t like this “ he whispered

“I know but no one does.” Noodle assured him.

She took his cane and moved the bucket away.

She brushed his curls out of his face.

“Now I’ll grab a book to read to you.” Noodle said as she got him tucked into his bed.

Willy nodded he liked being read to and during times like this. It was comforting knowing Noodle was there or her mother.

Soon Noodle comes back and sits next to Wily and reads him a story. He falls asleep listening to Noodle read to him.

Later that day

After his bath Willy felt a bit better not as gross or sweaty as before but he definitely still wasn’t feeling well. Still pale, achy and nauseous.

“I wish my body wouldn’t hurt anymore,” Willy said weakly after Noodle helped him with water, meds, and a few tiny bites of toast.

"I know I'm sorry." Noodle said. She grabbed the thermometer and checked his temperature.

"Hm 101.1 is definitely an improvement from earlier this morning but you're still sick." Noodle told him.

Willy sighed "I still don't feel good."

"I know another day or two in bed should do the trick. Do you want more water?" Noodle asked.

Willy shook his head. He hadn't thrown up in a few hours but still felt terribly nauseous.

"How about I read you another story?" Noodle suggested.

Willy nodded and snuggled close to her once she joined him in bed with a book. As she read to him. He slowly fell asleep and snuggled close to his best friend.

After a few more days Willy felt much better and returned to the factory with Noodle helping him out.

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