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@sickfic-shiz
Something I have somehow, incredibly, never really written before is a character feeling sick and then just like. Going to bed. That's one of the quintessential Human Sick Experiences but I'm always like "nooooo give them a vitally important task to collapse during >:)"
Something to be said about a character feeling kinda shitty, going to bed, and waking up around dinnertime feeling 10 times worse
MANNN when secondary problems become bigger deals than anyone would’ve hoped for….
That nasty wound ended up infected, they’re changing bandages around reddened and seeping wounds with a sky-high fever
They were hoping so badly that their imperfectly-bandaged broken bone or twisted joint would heal without issue, but it causes them enough pain that they have to somehow re-set it
Hoping that their three, four-day illness would finally ease up, only to have someone in their life need to frantically call the hospital as they become delirious or very dangerously dehydrated
Pushing, and pushing, and pushing thinking that they can get away with it after a little rest and recovery time, only to be so knocked flat at a terrible time with pain or illness or exhaustion they they physically can’t push themselves any more and simply won’t be able to for a while
I love secondary side effects making everything worse bro!!!!
Lately I’ve been really into desperate situations where characters don’t have access to bathrooms or won’t use the bathroom available due to circumstances.
In cars, on planes, out and about in public, you name it.
Their stomach is a bubbly roiling mess but they can’t or won’t get to a bathroom, leaving them no option to hold it until they get home. Maybe they make it, maybe they don’t, who knows.
Regardless, it’s going to hurt.
Sick character being so weak… they need to throw up and they have a bucket next to them just for that but it hits them so suddenly and they’re too weak to push themselves up in time and just start gagging. It’s not a lot but they still feel so awful making a mess with a bucket right there
Do you have a stubborn sickie? Do they deny their illness religiously for whatever reason?
May I introduce you to going in for a kiss to get them to subtly admit they’re sick?
They don’t want to get their caretaker sick, and caretaker knows this, so they always go in for a little test: a kiss on the lips.
If they pull away, it’s admittance.
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Scenario + dialogue:
S= Sickie, C= Caretaker
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S: “I-I’m not sick… it’s just…allergies.”
C: “Oh? Allergies, huh? So you wouldn’t mind giving your sweetheart a quick kiss, would you~?”
They know each other’s games very well.
C leans in, their nose just barely brushing up against S’s. S would always be down for a kiss, but they know damn well they have a cold brewing and absolutely would dread getting C sick, too. They hesitate, but after a few seconds of mental gymnastics, they lean forward and give a small peck on C’s cheek. They think they’re so smart, a satisfied smile following after.
C feigns a look of disappointment, faking a little pout with a “Hmph.”
“Now, now, you know that’s not what I meant…” their eyes flick between S’s, studying their expression. “Try again~”
S’s smirk drops to a nervous expression once more. They reluctantly lean in, just about to give into that kiss, but their morals triumph. They lean in more, but don’t deliver the kiss. Instead, last minute, they wrap their arms around C and rest their head on C’s shoulder. Their silent way of admitting defeat.
C returns the embrace, their expression softens. One hand sits on S’s back in support, the other on the top of their head, beginning to rake through their hair soothingly.
C: “aw… finally admitting you’re sick, my love?” Their voice is warm with affection.
S shifts their head so that their cheek is resting on C’s shoulder, nodding their head yes, a blush gracing their cheeks.
Yeah ❤️
a prompt i’ve been thinking about:
two coworkers who have an older sibling/younger sibling relationship. the younger one is an overachieving, workaholic, and the older one looks out for them because they remind them of themselves when they were younger.
desperate to prove themselves, the younger coworker never takes a break. they’ve shown up on death’s door before and still finished the work day because they don’t want to disappoint anyone. so when they call in sick, the older coworker is immediately concerned.
the older coworker calls the younger one to check in, and their heart immediately aches when they hear their voice. they sound absolutely miserable. they’re drowsy, clearly being impacted by the medication they took. they are so congested, sniffling every other word, swiping at their nose with a wad of tissues that’s seen better days. their sneezes are thick and stuffy, and when they blow their nose after, it’s long and gurgling as if there’s a never ending supply of congestion clogged in their sinuses. there’s a faint rattle in their breath, periodically turning into a wet, ratty cough.
despite the fact they’re both adults, the older coworker can’t help but see the younger one as a sick kid. they speak gently, asking about symptoms. they make sure they’ve eaten and taken medicine and ask if they need to them to drop anything off. of course, the younger coworker, not wanting to be a burden, insists they’re fine. it’s just a cold. they’ll get over it.
the older one knows better than to argue. If they try to push, it will just make the younger one close off even more. still, they can’t seem to shake the ache in their chest. poor thing, they sound so sick.
When someone's a bit of a grumpy person by nature sometimes and they have a stomach ache/general "really don't feel good" symptoms and it makes them even grumpier than usual... 🫶
When someone's almost never a grumpy person and those symptoms make them become irritable and unhappy at small things... 🫶
I truly love it when anything a character tries to do to make themselves feel better either does jack shit or makes it worse. This post was brought to you by my headache only becoming stronger after I ate for some reason. Bodies are ridiculous, it's the best thing ever when their body just defies any attempt to feel better 😭
Even better if a caretaker who is very competent does All The Things correctly and it doesn’t help or makes it worse. Does the caretaker take offense that their efforts aren’t helping? Do they feel guilty and start apologizing? Cry because they hate to see their loved one so miserable and don’t know how to fix it?
Or they’re just super understanding and are like, “it’s okay, it’s okay. That didn’t help, huh? How about I just hold you until you feel better?”
Caretaker finally gets Sickie to their home and into bed, but realizes Sickie should probably not be sleeping in their makeup. They hunt around for where Sickie keeps their makeup wipes before returning to their bedside, gently holding Sickie's burning face in place so they can get it all off.
But they hesitate. Why are they nervous? Sure, they've never actually seen Sickie without makeup on; they never leave the house without it, even today when they came in so ill. But they can't look that different, right? Determined, Caretaker begins gently gliding the wipe across Sickie's face.
"..oh."
Caretaker is able to see every detail, everything the makeup hid, the pallor, the angry red flush on their cheeks, but what surprises them the most is the dark circles under Sickie's eyes. Those couldn't have appeared in just one day; just how tired have they been? How hard have they been working? There's so much to unpack, but for right now, Sickie just needs to rest.
two sick people caring for each other.
A brings their shaky palm to B’s forehead and smiles a little. “I think your fever has gotten better,” they muse.
B looks into their partner’s tired glassy eyes and gently pushes their hand away, directing them to lay back down.
“No, honey,” they say softly. “I think yours is just getting worse.”
someone who refuses to admit something is wrong vs. a caretaker who knows them well and has Had Enough
“you’re not fine. you’re hurt. please let me see see it.”
“how long have you felt like this? …you know exactly what i mean.
“should i believe you or the thermometer?”
“what are you doing up??”
“it’s okay if it hurts, you know.”
the way chronic pain, especially joint/bone/muscle pain, is amplified by 100 when the person is sick…even the lowest of low grade fevers has them wincing with every movement
someone having to carry their friend who is in searing pain for whatever reason. maybe it’s appendicitis, or an infected wound, or internal bleeding, but regardless, they are very sick and need to be taken somewhere else to be treated immediately. the poor thing can’t even sit up on their own. walking any distance is out of the question.
their worried caretaker repeatedly murmurs “i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry,” as they scoop up the sick one gently as they can, wincing when they cry out. they’re trying to tread lightly, but they need to move quickly and every movement is agony for their loved one in their arms. “i know i’m hurting you. i’m really sorry. we’re getting you help, okay? i promise.”
someone having to carry their friend who is in searing pain for whatever reason. maybe it’s appendicitis, or an infected wound, or internal bleeding, but regardless, they are very sick and need to be taken somewhere else to be treated immediately. the poor thing can’t even sit up on their own. walking any distance is out of the question.
their worried caretaker repeatedly murmurs “i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry,” as they scoop up the sick one gently as they can, wincing when they cry out. they’re trying to tread lightly, but they need to move quickly and every movement is agony for their loved one in their arms. “i know i’m hurting you. i’m really sorry. we’re getting you help, okay? i promise.”
a favorite: caretakers being concerned about the duration of symptoms. for example,
"You been sneezing like this all day?"
"How long have you had that cough?"
"You've been running a temp for two days straight, sweetheart."
"When did this start?"
"It's not even afternoon and you've already gone through a whole tissue box."
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick earlier?"
"You haven't eaten all day. I'm making soup."
"The meds should have brought that fever down by now..."
"You've been sniffling for days, don't think I haven't noticed."
“you still can’t keep anything down?”
“your fever keeps getting higher. i’m worried.”
“how long has it been hurting?”
“if your temperature isn’t down by now, we’re going to the ER.”
someone who is stubborn and reserved on a good day is known amongst their loved ones to be an absolute nightmare when they’re sick. they hole up in their apartment like a dying animal and refuse any visitors. they insist they don’t need to see a doctor and continue to snap and push people away when they suggest it.
so, when they call their friend at an odd hour, their voice paper-thin and apologetic when they explain they know it’s late but they need to get to the hospital and they can’t drive like this and they just really need help, it’s enough to induce a panic.
their friend makes it to their place in record time, and sure enough, the sick one is radiating heat and doubled over in pain. they heave half-coherent apologies between sobs as their caretaker carries them to the car.
“i’m not mad,” they reply as they position their ailing companion in the passenger seat and tuck a bottle of water by their feet. “i just wish you had let me take care of you sooner.”
A character is curled tightly, nearly in a fetal position around the source of their pain and attending characters have to alternately coax and wrestle them into uncurling enough to access their hurts.
