Sickfic prompts please? Including one or two that land whumpee in the hospital? Thank you <3
Hey, sure!!! Thank you! 🌡🌡🌡
(CW: Emeto subject matter below the cut)
Whumpee ignores Caretaker’s advice about staying in bed and after a few steps, they collapse. An annoyed but gentle Caretaker lifts them back into bed. They chide Whumpee as they press the back of their hand against Whumpee’s forehead, then their palm on Whumpee’s throat. “You’re burning up,” The tell Whumpee. Whumpee tries to bat away the thermometer when Caretaker tries to take their temperature. Caretaker tells them they’re being a child and to open their mouth. Whumpee mutters that they feel fine, but complies. Their congestion makes it difficult for them to keep their mouth closed around the thermometer. The higher the number on the thermometer’s display climbs, the deeper Caretaker’s frown becomes. More pills. More insistence that they stay the hell in bed. They would this time. Whumpee turns on their side as they cough; it’s a wet, unpleasant sound. Caretaker leaves for a moment and comes back with some vap-o-rub. Their expression is stern, but their fingers are gentle as they rub the ointment over Whumpee’s chest and throat.
(In a fantasy/medieval setting.) Whumpee is suffering from an illness, and though they’ve been pushing on and on in their journey, they and Caretaker finally have to stop. After Caretaker settles Whumpee on a bedroll and covers them, they build a fire. Whumpee shivers as they clutch the furs they’re buried beneath. They are ashamed that they’re too weak to so much as help. Even the flames are not enough to prevent the chills that are wracking their body. Caretaker lifts Whumpee’s head and presses a water skin to their mouth and encourages them to drink. They blink in gratitude when Caretaker wipes away the water that spilled on their chin. Caretaker positions themself so that Whumpee can rest their head in their lap and Whumpee focuses on the comfortable, familiar sounds of snapping embers, the nickering of their horses, and Caretaker’s voice. They begin to drift as Caretaker’s fingers toy with their hair.
Whumpee is from a different species/time/dimension. They contract a human disease that they’re woefully unprepared to deal with. Worse yet, they’re separated from Caretaker when they collapse in a very public way. They’re aware of the clamoring around them and as they fade in and out of consciousness, they're aware of being moved to a bustling, brightly lit place. They try to struggle away, but they’re so weak and statements like “We’re going to take care of you,” do nothing to calm them. They’re scared and confused and where is Caretaker?! They lose consciousness but when they wake up, Caretaker -the only person they’ve come to trust - is there with a cool hand on their forehead and a relieved smile. Whumpee listens as Caretaker explains their ailment and the treatment. Whumpee relaxes, then looks from the IV in the back of their hand, and back up to Caretaker. They ask when they can go home.
Whumpee’s temperature is 104° when Caretaker bundles them into the car and takes them to the ER. Their clothing seems to cling to them, but it fails to do anything about the chills wracking their body. They’re unfocused and grouchy and emotional as Caretaker answers the nurse’s questions for them. Whumpee snaps at Caretaker for doing so, but immediately they tear up as they apologize. They’re sorry. They’re just so tired and miserable! Caretaker gently cups Whumpee’s face in their hands and promises it’s okay. Whumpee feels even more weighed down by guilt; their outburst is rewarded with understanding and kindness. They apologize again as someone presses a cup of ice chips into their hands. When the nurse leaves, Caretaker tells Whumpee they’re not alone anymore and that they’re allowed to rely on other people.
Just gotta ride this out, kiddo. Caretaker feels a stab of guilt as their own words echo in their mind. They watch their youngest team member laying on the safehouse’s couch, shaking and sweating beneath a pile of blankets. Whumpee’s eyes slide open; there’s no keenness or lucidity there, but Whumpee’s gaze settles on Caretaker. They freeze when Whumpee calls out for a parent. Caretaker tries to snap them out of it, but Whumpee asks for their parent again; their voice cracks this time as they push the covers off of themself. Caretaker kneels down next to Whumpee. “Yeah,” they say as they run their fingers through Whumpee’s hair and hush them. They hate themself for lying like that, but they focus on comforting Whumpee. Whumpee’s eyes grow heavy again and there’s a little smile on their lips as they fall back to sleep. Caretaker pulls the blankets back up to Whumpee’s chin and pats their shoulder. “Sleep tight.”
