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One thing about the flu is that it worsens fast. I'm talking actual influenza, not the colloquial 'stomach flu' which has nothing to do with influenza. A character can go to bed almost perfectly fine and wake up a few hours later at hospital levels of bad. They can be dying before they even know what hit them.

I'm especially thinking of a whumpee coming home from a trip exhausted and kind of run down but their partner just chalking it up to travelling or maybe stress as they go to bed. Only, the next morning, Whumpee has a horrendous fever and they have such a bad cough their chest sounds like it's crunching as they cough.

feysandschild

you seem pretty avoidant for a girl so desperate for love

puppiegracie

lizardsister

hey boss i can't come in today it's a sunny day and there's a lovely breeze coming in through my window, yeah it's rustling the branches of the tree outside that's finally bloomed so it's pretty serious

scullayann

womanguy

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

loveridden1999

the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad

azaablue

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

#i made those rajbow edits in the middle of the night after work shifts #i wrote those neighbors fics in between classes #and i came up with ideas during classes

azaablue

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

yet-how-they-creep

Hit your Whumpees in the face, hard enough to give them a concussion (for the fun of it), if you hit them right across their face/bridge of their nose/eyebrows, not only is their head going to hurt for days, they won't be able to make any facial expressions without pain for a while.

And then continue to hurt them, so their face scrunches up in pain and it hurts even more

serickswrites

Wham!

Warnings: head injury, concussion, unconsciousness, confusion, disorientation, field medicine

The sounds Team Leader didn't make any sense. Nothing made a lot of sense. Their eyelids were too heavy to lift. Their head hurt like nothing before and they felt like they couldn't move.

A cacophony of sounds filtered into their awareness. People were yelling. There was the sound of fighting around them. And there was a voice gently speaking to them. They knew that voice.

"Smallest Teammate," Team Leader croaked as they finally opened their eyes.

"There you are, Team Leader," Smallest Teammate said with a smile that didn't quite reach their eyes.

"Wha?" Team Leader asked, trying to sit up. The world spun around them and tilted on its side. Team Leader screwed their eyes shut tight as a wave of nausea filled them.

"I think you should just lie here a while, Team Leader. It's good you're awake. I...I was worried you weren't going to wake up."

Smallest Teammate's words didn't make sense. Why wouldn't they wake up? How long were they out for? None of the words Team Leader tried to form came out. Everything was fuzzy and didn't make sense.

"Team Leader," Smallest Teammate said more urgently, "I need you to stay awake. It's a good sign you're awake. Keep awake, Team Leader. Help is on the way. I've wrapped your head wound where Whumper bashed it, but I don't know how bad your concussion is. You need to stay awake, Team Leader. Can you do that for me?"

Whumper bashed their head? When did that happen. As hard as Team Leader tried to remember, they couldn't. They nodded. They could stay awake for Smallest Teammate. Anything to make Smallest Teammate worry less.

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