#illness tw

[comehellorhighwatertheywillwrite]

A few hours after I posted a fic I got a stomach bug and threw up

I think I got off easy because it was a one-shot

[mindflamer]

so many people keep saying "i'm not as smart as i used to be, i'm losing words and can't think clearly... it must be all this social media"

guys. i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this... we've had social media for over a decade. if everyone just recently is struggling with their brain function, it's probably something more recent. like the disabling virus still going around that everyone is ignoring which causes brain damage.

covid is still here. it affects your brain & your health! start protecting yourself from it 😷

[northstarscowboyhat]

Justice Family Cuddles ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

[chaosclownwrites]

Can we please get futurama characters when GN reader gets injured and is in the hospital?

Yes we can 🥰 warnings: blood, mentions of injury/surgery, physical illness

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Bender Bending Rodriguez

☆ Of course Bender will try to play it off and act nonchalant, outwardly offering a mildly concerned expression and a comment about how fragile meat bodies are. One would think it was just an interruption to his day the way he seemed to want to move on.

☆ Inside, though? Bender is freaking out, processors flaring as they ruminate over the scenarios of a life without you…and they do not handle it well. He can’t lose your attention let alone your role as his favorite person, your presence at his side sharing a drink, the way you touch him and let him all but get away with murder. None of it.

☆ On his way Bender is fidgeting and swaying, pacing and completely unable to stand still. If anyone brings it up, he’ll claim he’s just bored and they’re going too slow actually.

☆ “What’s up?” You hear Bender’s voice in a deeply failed attempt to sound like he happened to be there. “I got you some flowers. Figured, you know, it’s a little plain in here and maybe they’d help you remember me by. Did you miss me? Oh, and how’s your shoulder? Did they let you keep the knife? How big was it?"

☆ Shaking your head, you smile wearily up at him and sit up, wincing. Pushing aside the hideously patterned powder blue fabric the hospital draped you with, you reveal a crimson-stained bandage wrapped from the base of your neck, under and around your arm, leaning so your flushed head brushes against the cool steel of his shoulder.

☆ “Oh, alright, fine, quit badgering me! I missed you like crazy, is that what you wanted to hear? I love you and couldn’t believe even your inferior human body was going to fail that soon! Geez!” Bender bursts out in feigned indignation you smile at and let play out, his visor quickly straightening and narrowing from seeming anger to sadness as he starts sobbing. “I didn’t know what I was going to do without you! Not without being really, really bored!” “I love you, too, Bender, and don’t worry,” you tease, pulling him closer with your non-bandaged arm, “You’re not ride of me yet! Thank you for the flowers.” “Only the best for you, baby.”

Phillip J Fry

☆ Fry is the first thing you’ll see when you come to, his eyes blinking away tears and widening in a tired smile. Five o’clock shadow has built up on his face and you wonder how long you’ve been out when you see him.

☆ “Did I go into a coma over it?” Your anesthesia-addled brain blurts out its first thought. “No, but I was scared anyway!” Fry answers, gripping your hand in both of his. “What did they take out?” “It was a hernia,” you reply, hissing when you shift, “Nothing came out, they only put something in.”

☆ “Wait, what was it that got so much worse on that last mission then?” “Part of one of my organs peeked through its linings and they had to put it back in and support it with a little screen.” Cue Fry politely trying and failing miserably to hide his dry heaving.

☆ The others tell you how gently Fry touched you when you were out, his fingers stroking yours and only letting go when he was forced to eat and used the restroom one single time.

☆ “You’re going to be down for a long time, huh? Well, I’ll be the one who helps you walk again!” “Actually this is an outpatient procedure, I’ll be going home at the end of the day and hopefully walking a little by later today or tomorrow.” “Wow, they put your guts back in and you’re up that fast? The future is amazing!” “It was the same in your time,” you chuckle, leaning over to kiss his cheek, “but yes it is.”

☆ Fry is going to be bragging about you all week, holding your hand up in his as if it's a gold medal, not only because you're his partner but because you, in his words, "survived your organs falling out like it was no big deal". You don't bother correcting him, not when he's been so attentive and affectionate these days."

Turanga Leela

☆ She was there with you when it happened. She watched you go down, tumbling helplessly to the ground before she could run to catch you. You were in her arms as soon as you could be and it was Leela who called for help.

☆ Absolutely fights the paramedics to get to ride with you and only lets go of your hand if she has to for medical reasons like moving for pulse checking, shots, or an IV.

☆ They tell you they’re worried about your chances but Leela, right outside the doors, insists you’ll be fine. You have to be.

☆ Anything they can try, even a risky surgery or transplant of necessary, and she’ll insist they do it immediately. She won’t stop until you’re ok again.

☆ You awake with your hand in hers, eyes fluttering as they focus on Leela’s loving gaze. “I knew you could do it. I knew you’d be alright.” “It’s because I had the best captain in the solar system to protect me.”

☆ Without thinking, she pulls you into her chest, stopping only when a faint hiss of pain escapes you. Stiffening, Leela keeps careful hold of your shoulders, gently taking you at arms’ length. “I’m ok,” you tell her, “All thanks to you.”

Amy Wong

☆ Gapes and cries out, but shakes herself back into focus very quickly to jump into the nearest ship. Hell, if she has to she'd jump onto her party board and ride to you!

☆ Decorates your hospital room or at least your bed if they don’t let her cover it all in flowers, balloons, streamers, or images of your favorite places.

☆ “Don’t worry, you still look cute in your hospital gown,” Amy teases you with a wink, then falters slightly, “and with that massive bloody tear across your back…”

☆ Insists you recover on one of her family’s properties since the Wongs spare no expense on comfort and staff. You’ll have your pick between a swanky hotel, a classic seaside home, or even Amy’s ranch itself if you’re ok dealing with her parents!

☆ Don’t think for a second having staff around means Amy’s going hands-off! They may handle some of the more clinical things like changing bandages or bringing painkillers, but Amy herself is the one helping you bathe and putting her arm around you to help you walk when blood loss has you feeling weak. Only Amy is the one catching you when your heart pounds and legs falter.

☆ When you're further healed, Amy loves drawing next to or even over your scar gently, turning it from a huge mission wound into something even more beautiful. She also loves tracing her hands over it when you embrace for a hug or kiss.

Hermes Conrad

☆ Absolutely frantic the moment he receives the call, eyes alternately widening and falling as he runs through scenarios in his head, takes a mental inventory of what he should bring for you.

☆ Still incredibly polite and cooperative with all the hospital staff, actually answering their questions and signing in properly…then running to you!

☆ When the surgeon explains what happened, Hermes will be off to the nearest computer for some obsessive research on your condition. Knowledge is power, after all!

☆ Due to the research as well as his love for you, Hermes won’t let anyone else touch you beside the doctors or, of course, him. Professionals can handle the big stuff but he’ll be by your side changing your bandages or helping you get a drink.

☆ Medication prescribed? Hermes is on it. Timers set for every instance of administering. Painkillers, antibiotics, you name it and Hermes will insist you take it.

☆ He acts very stoic for you in the face of your bleeding, wounds, and stitches, but the moment you turn around he’s gaping in horror.

John Zoidberg

☆ Will shove anyone and anything out of the way to get to you, nothing else matters. “I’m a doctor, I know what the patient needs!” Even if he doesn’t, dammit if he won’t pull the doctor card to stay by your side!

☆ Having a throat wound is a particularly nasty spot, one that is accompanied by a lot of blood going where it shouldn’t…and coming back out too. “Fascinating! Is that some sort of defense mechanism?” “John,” you type on the device the doctors quickly gave you since you couldn’t speak with a constant stream of blood running up, “That was called vomiting blood and we are not supposed to do that.” “Oh. …Oh, god!”

☆ Leans in trying to look into your throat when the doctor and his team of nurses are numbing you down to pack the wound.

☆ “Don’t forget, it’s time for your spray!” John holds up the remainder of the bottle they’d used last night in his claw. “Oh, the doctor said I don’t have to use that, that’s just extra if I’m having pain.” “Well, are you in pain?” “Well, I don’t feel great…” “Then let me help you, it’s what I do! Even if I wasn’t a doctor, I’m still your man.”

☆ “I’m back on soft foods,” you explain at one point, "I can't eat anything that could jeopardize these wounds again." Cue your beloved doctor blending up anything and everything with no regard for the combos. Speaking from experience, you do not want that tuna smoothie he just made you. It's not terrible but you will not finish it.

☆ "So you're stuck in bed all day?" "M-hm," you nod weakly, "I'll need quite some time to get my strength back after that blood loss." "Hooray!" Misguided as it seems, John's just happy he gets an excuse to climb in bed with you and stay while fulfilling his doctor duties of keeping watch over you.

Kif Kroker

☆ Blinking back tears and breathing so heavy he’ll be inflating like a balloon in the way he does.

☆ “I would donate my blood…if only I had any!”

☆ Rushes into your room calling out ‘my love!’ and immediately reaching for your hand so long as he can take it. If your hands are in a cast he’ll just lay his gently atop them. Anything akin to the contact he craves, the reassurance you’re together again.

☆ Kif is on your care, telling you to rest and sleep off the medication you were given while he writes down your recovery process to a T.

☆ Alarms are set for reapplication of your bandages, for the product carefully applied over your stitches, and of course for pain meds, all of which are given by Kif’s hand and Kif’s alone.

☆ You’ll also be offered a few odd Amphibiosan remedies, up to you if you want those or not!

Zapp Brannigan

☆ Will immediately abandon his post if he has to, sacking Kif with whatever duty he’s on to get to you as fast as space travel gets him.

☆ He’s rushing in headlong, pulling rank and fame if anyone tries to question or detain him on the way to you.

☆ Probably asks if it was a brave sacrifice or it looked cool or some shit 😔🤙🏻 also offers to beat up whoever hurt you if it was someone. And someone not too scary.

☆ Offers to “kiss your boo boo”, eyebrows shooting up and down, only to recoil when he sees the crimson-soaked bandage wrapping your entire chest. “Eugh!”

☆ You knew it was coming, but he's going to make Kif do all the dirty work 💔 his second-in-command will be the one cleaning around your stitches and rewrapping you, but ol' Zappster has laying you down in bed, curling gently around you so as not to disturb your wound, and of course massages for you down 😏

☆ "We should see about getting you a medal for that," Zapp tells you in between (many) kisses. If you're not also in the military, you may protest, but does Zapp care? No, you earned it. You're getting a medal.

[wheremyscalesslither]

Death, illness tw

About a couple weeks ago my uncle was diagnosed with stage 4 metastatic terminal cancer. It was sudden. Very sudden. He is declining rapidly. He was given 4 weeks today, at most, but is not doing well so we don’t think he has that long. My aunty is talking hospice. My mom and my other aunty are doing flying out here Monday night to support their sister.

God. This sucks. I’ve never been super close to my uncle but he has always supported me. He’s my biggest tie dye fan.

I feel bad for my aunty though.

At least I get to see my mom.

Have such mixed feelings.

[yourhiggness]

in sickness and health ( gn!reader )

I had a shitty day with recurring illness and emetophobia today so naturally I'm thinking about Higgs being there for you when your stomach is on the fritz. Obvious warnings for mentions of vomiting and icky feelings, though there're no graphic depictions / descriptions. I KNOW he can materialise bottles of water for you. If he can summon knives and man-made guns and a necklace and can make his mask float without it being attached to his face, he can get you the aqua, whether through teleportation or conjuring. He does it with a flourish of his wrist that makes you smile. It's cool, just like the smile he flashes you. "Small sips now, sweetheart. Don't be greedy." He rubs your back when you can't stop yourself from throwing up anymore. The gentle weight of his palm and the gold armour that lines his fingers with the gloves he's donning tethers you to the earth as you rid yourself of contamination. You'd honestly expected him to be more harsh-- or at the very least passive, he's a busy man-- but he stays with you. Soothes you as best he can, palm drawing gentle circles over your spine as you regain your breath. If you're the type to cry after puking, he's shushing you gently. "C'mon now, darlin', it ain't so bad. That's all the nasty outta you. You did great. Still cute as a goddamn button, too." Higgs enjoys cuddling with you, but he settles for holding your hand when you feel nauseous. It connects you both while not irritating your fluctuating temperature and the need to breathe slowly. Sometimes you can't take any touch at all, and he responds by lying close to you, curled on his side facing you but with a little breathing room between your bodies. Above all, he doesn't want you to puke. He knows how upset it makes you. You don't always want to eat in the aftermath. In fact, you become temporarily terrified of it. He has to coax you into a normal diet again, little by little, until you're sharing pizzas by the dozen again. "I gave you a smaller portion.", "One more bite for me, baby. I know you've got it in ya.", "Show me how good you are at swallowin'." -- all quips made to both support and draw a smile from you. It brings some colour back into your cheeks too, so it's a win-win all round!

[dreamingofkpoprobots]

Your f/o is always willing to help you out if you're ill. Fever? They'll help you cool off. Need water? Already got some. Feeling genuinely awful? Don't even worry about it. They'll help you through it

[aventurineswife]

Helloooo could we get something cozy about Welt and/or Dan Heng with a sick Reader? Platonic or romantic, doesn’t matter. Basically, Reader had a case of stubborn allergies that they didn’t realize became a sinus infection until they started having difficulty breathing; and the next thing they know, they came down with bronchitis. Reader usually gets a little more irritated and snappy when they get sick, but this time because of the infection, they’re so tired they don’t even have the energy to get annoyed, even if March and the Trailblazer are making some kind of ruckus outside of Reader’s room. Speaking from experience, it involves a lot of sneezing and coughing, chest pain from even just breathing, and being unable to sleep despite the exhaustion. 🤧 Ugh…

Through Every Cough and Sigh

Tags: Welt x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Illness, Caretaking, Fluff, Soft Moments, Slow Burn.

A/N: I’m so sorry for what you're going through, It’s the worst when allergies turn into something worse. That constant coughing, the struggle to catch your breath, and the chest pain make everything feel so exhausting. I know it can be frustrating when you're stuck trying to sleep but can’t. Please make sure to rest as much as you can and drink plenty, even if it’s hard. I hope you feel better soon! You’ve got this! 🤧💪❤️‍🩹

You had been sneezing incessantly for days, your chest tight, your breathing shallow. But it wasn’t until your throat felt like it was closing up that you realized the situation had escalated. A persistent sinus infection had spiraled into full-blown bronchitis, leaving you exhausted and vulnerable, unable to muster even a hint of annoyance at the usual noise outside your room.

Welt, who had always carried a quiet yet unwavering sense of duty, had noticed the shift in your demeanor. You hadn’t spoken much in the past hours, only the occasional strained cough or wheeze breaking the silence. He stood at the door, hesitant for a moment before pushing it open with a quiet creak.

Inside, you lay sprawled across the bed, your face flushed with fever. You barely had the strength to lift your head when you saw Welt enter.

“Feeling worse than I expected, hm?” Welt’s voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern in it that was rare for him to show so plainly. He set a small tray of tea and medicine on the bedside table, making his way over to the chair nearby. His eyes scanned the room for anything that could make you more comfortable.

“Not like I could’ve avoided it,” you muttered weakly, your voice hoarse, but Welt could see the exhaustion in your eyes. You weren’t angry, as you usually would be. You were too tired for that.

“I’m afraid you don’t have much of a choice in this. You’ve pushed yourself too hard lately,” Welt said, his tone gentle but firm. He took a seat next to the bed, lifting the cup of tea and holding it out. “Drink this. It’ll help with the cough.”

Your lips twitched into a half-hearted smile, too weak to protest. Your hands felt too heavy to lift, but you managed to grip the cup with a sigh of relief. The warmth of the tea soothed your throat, and for a moment, you felt at ease.

“I’d argue with you, but…” Your voice faltered as you took another sip, your eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion.

Welt chuckled softly, the sound rich and comforting. “You don’t have the strength to argue right now, do you?”

“Nope…” you muttered with a small sigh, still holding the cup. The room was silent for a moment, save for the sound of March and the Trailblazer’s antics outside.

Welt’s gaze softened as he watched you rest. There was an old saying that heroes often didn’t get the luxury of rest, but that didn’t apply here. He wasn’t some god or immortal; he was just a man who had lived through countless struggles, and this time, his role wasn’t to fight. It was to take care of those he cared about.

He remained by your side, his presence a comforting constant as you drifted in and out of sleep. The noise outside continued, but it didn’t seem to reach your ears. It was quiet here, in your space, with Welt there to make sure you didn’t have to face this alone.

Your struggle with your health had taken a toll. A simple allergy had snowballed into a full-blown sinus infection, and by the time you realized it, your body had started to betray you. Coughing, sneezing, and an overwhelming sense of exhaustion had replaced your usual sharpness, leaving you too tired to even feel irritated at the noise coming from outside your room.

Dan Heng had noticed the subtle signs of your illness early on, the constant sneezing, the quiet wheezes that escaped your lips. At first, he assumed you would push through it as you always did. But when the coughing became more frequent and painful, and your face grew pale from fever, he couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“[Name],” Dan Heng’s voice was low, though his concern was clear as he stepped into your room, carrying a damp cloth. He didn’t ask if you were feeling okay; it was obvious you weren’t.

You barely acknowledged him, your chest rising and falling with difficulty as you sat propped up against your pillows. You were too tired to even offer a sarcastic remark when you caught sight of him. “I’m fine,” you said weakly, though your voice cracked.

Dan Heng didn’t respond to the words. He simply set the cloth on your forehead and sat down on the edge of the bed. His eyes lingered on you for a moment, and in that brief silence, his usual cool composure slipped, revealing the smallest hint of worry.

“You need rest,” he said after a moment, his tone flat but unwavering. His hands moved to adjust the blanket over you, ensuring you were comfortable.

“I don’t have time to rest,” you replied, though it came out more as a tired murmur than the usual defiant statement. “You know how it is.”

Dan Heng didn’t speak for a moment, his eyes softening as he studied you. “You’re no good to anyone if you’re too sick to function. Let the others handle things for a while.”

You let out a defeated sigh and let your head fall back onto the pillow. “Guess you’re right,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

Dan Heng didn’t leave, staying by your side as you drifted in and out of sleep. He couldn’t help but notice how peaceful you looked when you weren’t fighting your own body, how vulnerable you seemed when you weren’t the one taking care of everyone else. He knew you would be back to your usual self soon enough, but for now, he would remain silent and watch over you.

Every now and then, you would stir, sneezing or coughing, but Dan Heng remained a quiet, steadfast presence, ensuring you had everything you needed. It was strange for him, this role of caretaker, but he found solace in it. For once, he wasn’t running from something; he was simply here, with you, making sure you were okay.

And despite the ruckus outside, the world felt smaller, quieter. Just for a moment, everything else faded away.