#refusing to rest

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Refusing to Rest

Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie sneaks out of bed while still sick. Continued from 4.1.

Day 7.1; @feveruary: "Did you seriously think I wouldn't notice?"  @fluffbruary: Door, stay

Ao3 or under the cut

Jamie, after two days in bed with sickness, gets out of bed. She skips getting dressed, only putting on her black hoodie, and heads to the mess hall.

“Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice?” She hears Price ask from behind her as Jamie walks down the hall. “I knew you’d do this. Plus, I was on my way to check on you.” Price leads Jamie back to her room.

Upon entering her room, Price closes the door, then instructs Jamie to go back to bed. “Now stay,” Price orders as he covers her with the blankets. Price pulls out his phone. Jamie doesn’t know what he’s doing, but it’s quick. Price puts his phone away and goes into the bathroom.

As Price walks out of the bathroom, Ghost walks into the bedroom, carrying a tray. “Perfect timing. I want her to eat after taking more medicine, and then maybe tie her to the bed.” “Really?” Ghost asks. “Perhaps. I caught her out of her room already. We know how much she doesn’t like rest.” Ghost puts the tray on Jamie’s lap. “Eat.” He leaves the room. Price sits at the desk, watching Jamie eat. He can tell she’s feeling unwell again, but she’ll still argue she’s fine and doesn’t need rest.

Jamie feels like she did a few days ago after eating. Price takes the tray and puts it on the desk. He then feels her forehead. “You’re still sick with a fever.” He gives her medicine and lays her down. “You still need to rest.” Price sits at the desk, watching Jamie, waiting for her to get up. He sighs, relieved once Jamie is asleep.

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

I've been writing a lot of hard stuff this week (oh whumptober prompts you do go hard) so a mildly light hearted trope - Whumpees who just WILL NOT stay down even after being told to rest who end up getting themselves in trouble, much to the exasperation of the caretaker who just wants their whumpee to stop making these situations they need to be rescued from.

I almost read that as a whumpee who will not stay down despite the whumper's best efforts and decided I like that just as much as this beautiful trope you've sent me :)

[voidwhump]

Happy new year! May your 2020 be as wonderful as you! One word prompt: refuse

Hiii, sorry this took a while I did the first one and then had an extended sand brain period. Hope you enjoy! Went kinda for the refusing medical treatment/rest.

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Their friend was finally asleep. The caretaker stepped back, careful not to jostle their friend’s battered body as they got up from the bed. They drew the curtains before exiting the room. 

They needed to check on the team leader, as well as the guard dogs that had been injured in the initial attack. The sloppily bandaged gash on their side tugged a little farther open as they stretched and they winced. They could deal with that after they checked on everyone, it wasn’t too bad. 

...  

“I’m fine, and so is everyone else. You aren’t the only doctor here, Caretaker. You can relax and take care of yourself.”

The team leader had his hand on their arm. His pupils were still uneven from the hit he’d taken.

“I guess you’re stable.” They sat back, still not satisfied they’d done enough. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?” 

“I don’t. Shoo.” 

He gave them a gentle shove and they sighed, standing and taking one last look at him before they left. They could still look at the dogs, maybe then they would feel like they were done for the day.

...

Three injured dogs later they still didn’t feel satisfied. The dogs were all fine, they had checked back in on their still sleeping friend after the first two. Why were they still up? They were definitely tired. They could just give themself the stitches they needed and go to bed. 

Or they could sit around in the medical center and watch the monitors showing the vitals of the leader and their friend.

...

“Hey, Caretaker?”

They opened their eyes. They must’ve fallen asleep on the desk. Someone’s file was stuck to their face and they peeled it off. One of the other doctors was standing over them. 

“Were you here all night?”

“That wasn’t what I was intending to do, but I guess that’s what happened.” They shoved the chair back, shaking their head to try and get rid of the lightheadedness. “Is anyone checking on Leader? I should do that.” 

They started to get up, leaning on the desk as their head spun more. 

“No, he’s fine, someone else did already. Are you ok? You look dizzy.” 

“Yeah, dizzy.”

They straightened up, and static filled their head before the world went dark.