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come on TELL ME she isn't a prime candidate for the whole Overworking Yourself Into Getting Sick thing (also the fact that a lot of the work for the titular project takes place on an AIRCRAFT CARRIER, the damp sea air canNOT be helping)
she REFUSES to rest because come on this is the fate of the WORLD we're talking about here
i can see it now, she seems even more blunt and irritable than usual, and gr/ace is like uhhh are you okay?
and str/att just dips forward into the crook of her arm like "Hhp'gkKT-!" and then goes on with the conversation like nothing happened
His head was buzzing unpleasantly in a way that he probably shouldn’t have ignored. Neither should he have ignored the scratchyness of his throat or the way he could feel himself getting more and more congested by the minute.
He did, throwing back the fourth cup of coffee in as many hours instead. It caught in his throat and threw him into a coughing fit that left tears in his eyes.
“Woah Grace, you good there?”
Shapiro’s voice made him jump, and he had to hit his chest a few times to firmly stop coughing before responding.
“Yeah, just swallowed wrong.” His voice sounded strained to his own ears. Grace swiped his hand under his glasses, them moved his hand down to rub his nose and sniffed before looking at Shapiro and smiling. He’d been working with her and DuBois for a few months now, lecturing them on the astrophage and working with them to come up with new experiments to figure out as many things about them as possible.
He sniffed again, trying to fight the growing itch. “Is DuBois not here yet?” he asked.
Shapiro nodded. “He’s on his way. He got caught up in the lab. Actually, there was-”
She’s cut off by Grace turning away from her. Raising a finger as he desperately ducked into his elbow with a decently loud “HhHH’DJEschew! H’DJIISchew!” he sniffed again before he came back up, smiling sheepishly. “‘Scuse me.”
“Bless you!” Shapiro said, surprised.
“Bless,” another voice called from the door.
Grace barely suppressed another jump as he heard DuBois enter. He cleared his throat. “Thank you. What were you saying Shapiro?” he asked.
She shook her head. “It can wait until after this.” She started to continue talking, but paused as she really looked at him again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re looking- not the best,” she said honestly.
DuBois had reached the desk Grace was sitting behind by this point and was looking him over. “I agree,” he said simply.
Grace flushed. In all honesty, he felt pretty bad. When he went to bed the previous night he could already tell he was coming down with something and when he’d woken up it had not gotten better. But there was no resting for him. He’d had mountains of paperwork and new research to get through and that was before he had to prepare for this lecture. Not to mention the other list of things he needed to do after this.
It probably didn’t help that he hadn’t slept more than a few hours in the past days.
He rubbed his eyes, ran his hand under his nose again (it was getting annoying now) and nodded to the duo before him. “I’m fine. Allergies or something.” He waved it off.
He could see that Shapiro was doubting him, but she seemingly decided to let it go for now. Grace got up from behind the desk and started up the powerpoint he’d created for this meeting. “Anyway, let’s get into today’s programming.”
“Hh- HH’HDJISchew! H’DZZschEW! H-” The third sneeze left him in limbo for a solid few seconds before he ducked down again with a final “H’DZSCHEw! Ugh-” Grace cleared his throat, trying to cover up the embarrassment he felt about interrupting himself for god knows how many times in the last hour.
“Bless you,” Shapiro said.
“T-” his voice cracked on the first letter of his word and he was forced to clear his throat again. “Thank you. As I was sayihhg…” he trailed off as he could feel his breath catching and he was forced to turn away again. “H- hh- H’DJZSCHIW! Oh my god!” he groaned. “I apologise.” He grabbed one of the tissues he’d been forced to dig out of his bag earlier and ducked down to blow his nose.
“Bless you again.”
“If I may, you look- unwell, Grace.” DuBois said. “Worse than when we started today.”
When he turned back to his colleagues he found Shapiro looking at him with an intensity that made him uncomfortable. “You do,” she confirmed.
He didn’t need a mirror to know they were probably right. His nose felt red and uncomfortable, and no matter how many times he’d blown it he still felt congested. His voice had also gotten worse, and he honestly wasn’t sure how much longer it would hold out before he lost it completely. “I, uh,” he sighed. “It’s just a cold,” he admitted.
DuBois raised his eyebrow, clearly doubting him. “Just?” he repeated.
Grace cleared his throat again. “Yes. Just. We might as well finish, I’m pretty close to being done with this.” He gestured at the powerpoint.
“Are you sure? We could continue this when you’re feeling better Grace,” Shapiro said.
“It’s fine,” Grace said, frustration lacing his voice. He cleared his aching throat again and pushed on with his lecture.
True to his word, he managed to finish it in about ten minutes, even holding off on sneezing until he was wrapping up. He gave his nose a frustrated swipe and turned back to DuBios and Shapiro. “Any- any questions?” He coughed lightly into his elbow.
“None for today I think,” DuBois said, sharing a look with Shapiro that Grace was too tired to interpret.
“You should rest,” Shapiro said, getting up. “That’s what we’re going to do as well.”
Grace doubted it. He shrugged. “I’ll head off in a second. I still need to wrap up some things for today.”
Shapiro raised her eyebrow. “Can’t it wait?”
He sniffed, rubbing his nose again as the itch came back with a vengeance. “N- not really.”
“If you insist,” DuBois said, and the concern in his voice made Grace feel both annoyed and a little warm.
He nodded curtly, keeping his fist pressed against his nose to stave off the inevitable. As soon as his colleagues left the room he immediately dropped himself back down in his chair and frantically reached for another tissue. “Hh- h- H’DJYZSCHIW! D’JZSCHew!! H- hDSCHHEw!! Ugh-” he blew his nose and leaned his head down onto his hands. His head felt like it was filled with lead. Still, he removed one of his hands to grab a pile of research papers he’d printed out of his bag and put them down in front of him. Then, he put his hand back and started attempting to read them.
A hand on his bicep woke him up. He shot up with a start, gasping slightly with surprise which immediately threw him into a coughing fit. The room was dark, and through his nearly closed eyes and skewed glasses it was hard to make out who had woken him up. How long had he been asleep? When he was finally able to pull himself together he managed to make out the shape of Stratt in front of him, who was staring at him with something akin to concern in her eyes.
“Dr. Grace?” she asked.
He attempted to respond, but his voice came out a nearly inaudible croak. He coughed and tried again, but the resulting “yes?” was still hard to understand and cut out by the last letter.
“You sound bad.” Stratt stated.
“Thanks,” he croaked out.
Stratt sighed. “Go home.”
“But-” he started to protest, beginning to gesture at the pile of paper he’d moved around a bit in his sleep.
“Go home Grace. You’re of no use like this.”
His shoulders slumped. “Okay,” he muttered, beginning to gather up his stuff only to be interrupted by another pair of sneezes. “H- DSZCch! D’JZSChh!”
“Bless,” Stratt said in a tone he couldn’t interpret.
He nodded in response, finishing up gathering his things and slowly heading for the door.
R/ocky getting all concerned the first time he witnesses G/race having a violent sneezing fit. G/race is trying (and failing) to reassure him that this is normal for him, as he can barely get a word out before gasping into the next sneeze.
i know i reblogged this already but THIS time i'm going to do ✨DIALOGUE✨ about it (putting ro/cky's lines in a different font because that's fun i think)
The sneezing fit is somehow caused by Ro/cky accidentally! Maybe he asked to touch Gr/ace’s squishy human face through that stretchy xenonite film thing, and accidentally have one of his little Ro/cky fingers wonder too close to (or already inside) Gr/ace sensitive nostrils.
And as Gr/ace sneezed he panicked inside his little chamber crying: “NO NO NO RO/CKY TOUCHED GR/ACE FACE EXPLODE BUTTON! RO/CKY KILLED GRACE NO NO NO APOLOGY APOLOGY APOLOGY!” or “RO/CKY TOUCHED GR/ACE AIRWAY NOW GR/ACE AIRWAY SELF DESTRUCTING NO NO NO NO ROCKY APOLOGY!” (While either spinning in circles or huddled in a corner with fear and making little whimpering squeaks)
G/race being the type to let everyone within a mile radius of him know when allergy season has started, simply because the frequency and sound of his sneezes is that recognizable (and that's assuming they hear him before they see the sorry state of his nose).
G/race being the type to sneeze so much he gets hoarse during peak allergy season, to a point of such consistency that his colleagues learn to stop asking whether he's sick at that time of year (unfortunate for the one time he actually is).
On the other end of the spectrum: G/race also being the type to get plagued by endless false starts all day long during peak allergy season, just because his body likes to keep him on his toes, apparently.
G/race being the type to just let himself openly hitch and hitch and hitch, right in the middle of a conversation, because if there's even a chance he might finally start sneezing, he has to take it no matter how embarrassing it is to let it take hold (he doesn't even end up sneezing 🥀).
G/race being the type to get overstimulated and snippy with anyone who talks to him (except his students <3) because he's just that distracted and overwhelmed by his nose's constant itching and lack of sneezing.
G/race being the type to induce when he's finally alone to get the relief he's been needing (and once he starts, he starts).
Better yet: G/race being the type to induce for stress relief on a general scale, because the physical release of tension just feels that good to him (coupled with being so touch sensitive that it's incredibly easy).
Consider a R/yland G/race who is still halfway through a cold. One of the many perks of being a teacher.
When Eva and Carl whisk him away to the labs, Grace sits in the backseat of the black car, pressing a crumpled tissue to his nose to try and keep it under control.
He manages to get throughout the car ride, carefully spacing out sniffles the whole way.
As Eva walks and talks towards the lab, Graces slow cold riddled brain starts to put two and two together. The temporary lab set up.
The positive pressure suit he needs to climb into.
He ducks into a corner and blows at this nose one last time before going in, realizing with horror that his congestion still isn’t letting up
As Grace steps into the well supplied lab and begins to take stock of his surroundings, the window full of uniformed leaders facing directly at him, viewing him like a creature at the zoo.
And he realizes with horror, his nose is already beginning to tickle again.
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Bonus:
The conversation with S/tratt after the matter, where Grace chases after her and tries to convince her that he can be of use.
Looking at this bleary eyed sniffly scientist in front of her, she agrees in her unreadable way before proceeding back to the car, off to her next meeting.
As Grace and Carl return to the lab, he tosses Grace a box of tissues with a knowing look.
Thinking about an absolutely pathetic wet dog of a person with a streaming head cold, nostrils chapped red and dripping, standing outside in the freezing snow, hands shaking as they take a drag off their cigarette
Back on my I/ron L/ung bullshit because I'm obsessed. What if when they pull up Con/vict to the tow ship the sudden pressure change makes his sinuses ache and pop and he starts sneezing uncontrollably while he's trying to tell the captain what happened. And meanwhile A/va is just sitting there like "🙄 Are you done"
I/Ron L/ung is already prime whump material but... consider. Con/vict going through all that with a nasty headcold 👀
The pressure making his head and sinuses throb, every sneeze making his concussion and broken ribs hurt worse, not to mention absolutely nothing to blow his dripping nose on
