“Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold” - Sicktember, Chris & Jenn
18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”
23. Coughing Fit
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My Ocs: Chris & Jenn
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When Jenn got home from yoga class, she dropped off her yoga mat in the wicker basket in the living room of their small apartment and walked to the bedroom to jump in the shower.
Walking into the room, she kicked off her shoes and turned to their queen bed to see Chris covered up under their white comforter with a fuzzy blanket over top of him. She pouted her lip and gently shook him.
“Hey, I thought you went out?” she asked. She and Chris left their apartment at the same time 10am. Chris heading to Target and the beer distributor to grab last minute snacks and drinks for Owen’s house party tonight and Jenn going to the gym to attend her weekly yoga class. Chris opened his eyes to see his girlfriend crouched by the side of their bed, her dark green eyes filled with worry as she noticed his rosy cheeks and pale complexion. He coughed to clear his throat before he spoke, “I came home. I don’t feel good” he said pulling the covers up to his chin and shivering.
Jenn pressed her palm to his forehead, “You’re really hot, babe” she announced as she felt the heat radiating off of her boyfriend’s toasty forehead.
“I was in the beer distributor with a 6-pack in my hand then it suddenly hit me all at once. I left the beer and walked right out of the store. I have the chills so bad” he said, letting out a train of harsh coughs into his elbow.
Jenn frowned at Chris’ condition, “You don’t sound good” she said, standing up and walking into their en-suite bathroom.
Seconds later, she returned with a wet rag, a thermometer, and a package of Tylenol. She walked over to the bed and set down the Tylenol. Then, took a seat on the edge of the bed, holding the digital thermometer in one hand, the wet rag in another.
“Sit up,” she commanded, holding the thermometer up in the air. Chris opened his eyes again and complied with her directions. Jenn fixed the two pillows behind him to give him a comfortable sitting arrangement.
“Open” she said and slipped the instrument under his tongue, running her hand through his matted hair and waited for the thermometer to beep.
As soon as it beeped, she gently slid it out and read the temperature. Meanwhile, Chris turned to his side to release another series of harsh coughs.
She frowned instantly as she read 102.2 flashing on the screen. “Oof. We’re staying home tonight” she explained with disappointment, turning the thermometer to show Chris the results.
“Fuck. I don’t know how I got so sick” he said, hoarsely pulling the covers back up to his chin.
Jenn smirked. “I think I have an idea” she said, thinking back to a couple of days ago. The weather was finally feeling like Fall with the crisp cold air and a cold front lingering. It was the first football game of the semester, and they met up with their group of friends to cheer on the team.
Jenn was bundled up in her puffer jacket and Chris wore a light flannel. Before they left the apartment, Jenn said to him “Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold” which Chris passed off. “I’ll be fine. I won’t get cold” he assured her.
“Next time, you’ll wear a jacket” she said pursing her lips. Chris rolled his eyes at her and coughed into his elbow wincing at the pain it caused to his throat.
“I’ll get you better. Promise” she said kissing his forehead then turning toward the nightstand and opening the package of Tylenol. She shook the package and handed Chris two tablets and pulled out her reusable water bottle from her tote bag that lay next to the nightstand.
“Thank you” he whispered. Jenn smiled and pressed the wet rag to his forehead when he was done drinking the water.
“Get some rest. I’ll make some soup and text Owen the bad news. Love you” she said softly patting his leg.
Chris yawned and closed his eyes, curling up with the mountain of covers and drifted off to sleep.
Could you do a kumini sickfic ( Like the stomach flu but no puke ) ? Your writing is awesome btw!
— NAUSEA.
ship : none.
genre : fluff.
warning : none.
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Kunimi had felt a bit off today. His stomach felt very uncomfortable, though at first - he didn't think much of it. He carried on with his day as per usual. However, the growing feeling of discomfort transitioned into cramping. At one point, it felt as though his vision was swimming. With every step he took, his body gave a horrid ache. A groan escaped his lips -- he already wanted to go home. His last duty of the day was practice, and he was not looking forward to it. He loved his team, his captain, yes. No doubt about it, but he wasn't feeling up to it.
As soon as he stepped foot into the gym, he could already feel his captain's piercing gaze lingering on his slouched form. His expression remained blank, despite the growing discomfort he'd felt. He walked up to Kindaichi, his friend immediately beginning to ramble on about something he didn't even attempt to pay attention to, it was most likely him ranting about Kageyama, or the Karasuno team. He nodded a few times, despite not paying any whatsoever. Their beloved captain gathered them around to explain what they'd be doing during practice, as usual.
From what he'd understood, practice would be the same as usual. A practice match. God, he did not want to practice. They were starting with stretching, which he didn't put the utmost care into either way -- not like he did with practice matches either, but he was a lazy person. He stretched out his arms and legs, and that was that. He was too tired to do the rest. His head was overwhelmingly pounding, and he couldn't find the energy to continue. He figured he'd try to store some energy while the others stretched, so he wouldn't completely suck throughout the practice match. Though he was completely aware that he'd suck even more than usual.
During the practice match; he felt lightheaded, nauseous. His movements were slower, and from time to time - he occasionally lifted his hand to rest on his cramping stomach. He could just feel Oikawa staring at him. He knew the captain had worked through much worse, so he figured that this wouldn't be a big problem. Not like he was the most useful player on the team, either.
Oikawa, on the other hand, thought the opposite. From being in positions where he'd hidden sickness, he knew it wasn't a nice feeling. Especially when you start to doubt yourself. So, he made sure to slip in some extra phrases for Kunimi. 'Nice serve, Kunimi!' 'Shake it off, you did great!' 'Don't mind! You're doing amazing!'
During their break, he sat down, well, more like collapsed on the nearest bench. Slipping his hand under his shirt, he placed the palm of his hand atop his cramping stomach. He leaned forward, head hanging low. Suddenly, he felt a hand place on his back. He was expecting it to be Kindaichi, however... Once his eyes averted to the person sitting next to him, it was their captain. Gosh, so that was why he was showering him with compliments earlier! Oikawa probably had him all figured out. Was he that easy to read?
"Tired, Kunimi chan? Maybe you should head home early."
Kunimi simply stared at his captain, unsure of how to respond. Their captain had probably played an official match with something so much worse than whatever he had, so why was he being asked to go home? Was he that sloppy? Gah, this wasn't like him at all! Wasn't he supposed to be the calm and collected one?
"I'll be fine."
"But you want to go home, don't you?"
He tensed at the question. The way their captain was able to read every single one of them like a book for a kindergartener was creepy and unsettling, even for him. To be fair, he was their captain for a reason, and it was a pretty handy skill to have when playing volleyball. But when his teammates and him were attempting to hide sickness, it was a nightmare. He didn't respond to the question, yet gave a slow, hesitant nod.
"Alright then, head home early. I'll tell the others that you had familial stuff to take care of."
"Thanks, Oikawa san..."
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