CGs! Ragatha and Kinger and Regressors! Pomni and Gangle 🍼
Plot: One thing that everyone knows is that age regression and illness do not mix well at all.
Request by @Little_Miss_Bleeding_Heart on AO3
Pomni was in her room, curling up into a ball and holding her stomach. She was feeling under the weather and had recently lost her lunch for the third time in a row.
A gentle knock was heard at the jester’s door.
“Pomni, it’s Mama,” Ragatha said.
“Mama…” Pomni responded raspily.
Ragatha opened the door with a spoon and a bottle of anti-nausea medicine. She also had a clean trash can in case Pomni threw up again.
“Hey, sweetie,” Ragatha said. “Let’s take some medicine.”
“Medicine?” Pomni questioned.
“Yeah, so you can feel better.”
“No, medicine yucky,” the little jester grumbled.
“I know it doesn’t taste great, but it’s going to help your tummy,” Ragatha explained as she poured some medicine into the spoon. “Now sit up and open wide, okay?”
Ragatha moved the spoon closer to Pomni’s mouth, but the jester wasn’t having it. She scooted away from the spoon and turned over, facing the wall.
“Come on, let’s take this and you can have something to wash it down,” the ragdoll said.
“No!” the jester huffed as she whacked the spoon from Ragatha’s hand and hid under the covers.
Though irritated by the little jester’s behavior, Ragatha kept her cool and set the medicine aside.
“Pomni, we don’t whack things from other people’s hands. It’s not nice. I need you to take your medicine so you can feel better, please.”
Ragatha sighed, not knowing what to do. Pomni was never usually cranky when she regressed. Maybe she could get some advice from another caregiver.
“Pomni, I’ll be right back,” Ragatha said as she got up.
The ragdoll then walked out of Pomni’s room and went down the hallway to Gangle’s room. Gangle was sick, too, and Kinger was taking care of her.
Gangle was lying in bed with a thermometer in her mouth. When it beeped, Kinger became startled by the sound.
“Oh, it’s just the thermometer,” Kinger said as he pulled the thermometer out of Gangle’s mouth. The temperature read 101.5 degrees.
“Papa…” Gangle sniffled as she began crying.
“I know, baby bug, I know,” Kinger empathized. “Why don’t you rest for a while?”
“I know you want your blankie, but it’s in the laundry right now.”
Gangle cried once more, which pulled the chess piece’s heartstrings.
“I’m sorry, little princess. I know it’s hard, but I promise your blankie will be clean when you wake up,” Kinger said as he then grabbed Gangle’s butterfly stuffie from the foot of her bed. “Do you want to sleep with Gracie?”
Gangle looked up and nodded, wiping her tears away.
Kinger handed Gangle her butterfly stuffie named Gracie while Ragatha knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Kinger said as Ragatha opened the door.
“Hey, Kinger, can I talk with you?” Ragatha asked.
“Oh, sure. I’ll be back, Gangle.”
Kinger then walked over to the ragdoll.
“What’s up?” Kinger asked.
“I’m having trouble with Pomni,” Ragatha said. “She won’t take her medicine. Do you have any ideas on what I should do?”
“Ah, yes, I’ve had this exact problem with Gangle and Jax. I usually offer a choice of how they want to take their medicine, like a syringe or spoon. Works for them every time.”
“I never thought of it that way. I just hope it’ll work for Pomni.”
“You never know unless you try.”
Ragatha walked to the kitchen and grabbed a clean spoon, along with a plastic syringe. She then walked back to Pomni’s room.
“Hey, Pomni, can we talk?” Ragatha asked as she sat on Pomni’s bed.
Pomni groaned as she sat up in bed.
“I know the medicine can be yucky, but we all have to do things we don’t want to do because it’s good for us.”
“Like taking naps?” Pomni asked.
“Exactly. Taking medicine may taste yucky, but it’s going to help you feel better in the long run.”
Ragatha then held up the spoon and syringe.
“How about we choose how you take your medicine, hm?” Ragatha suggested. “Do you want to use the spoon or syringe?”
After a minute of deliberation, Pomni chose the syringe.
“Alright, syringe it is.”
Ragatha then filled the medicine up with the syringe and fed it to Pomni, who took the said medicine well.
“Good job, Pomni!” Ragatha praised. “I knew you could do it!”
“T’ank you, Mama,” Pomni smiled.
Ragatha got the little jester some ginger ale in a baby bottle to help ease her stomach. The rest of the day was filled with sleeping, and Ragatha was glad Pomni was going to get better due to the medicine.
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