“Ah! Ah....choo!” Goetia sneezes and then sags, not feeling well. His throat was sore and he was so tired. In three thousand years he’d never been sick and now...
Ugh...
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“Ah! Ah....choo!” Goetia sneezes and then sags, not feeling well. His throat was sore and he was so tired. In three thousand years he’d never been sick and now...
Ugh...
Down and Out || Closed
@heavensmostterrifyingweapon continued from here
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bravelittletrickster:
Gabriel frowned, sitting up a little as he held his head. “I don’t think that’s something I’ll get used to: needing rest. I don’t like needing to…recharge.”
Sam was looking at him “I know that must be hard given angels don’t really asleep.” He sat with him. “How is your stomach feeling?” He was unsure if Gabe still had an upset stomach.
Gabriel frowned as he focused on his stomach again, “Like a fucking vortex or pain. I don’t know; I’ve never really had to think about it before.”
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✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)
Okay, so he had a fever and he was dizzy every time he stood up. But he was fine! Lance however seemed keen on keeping him in the Nest. “I’m fine Kit, now let me up~”
"Did I say you could get out of bed?"
Half out of bed already, Indy glanced up guiltily at Nick as he stared him down to stop him from going any further. He was very aware he was the worst patient ever, and he might have hated the fact that sickness did not affect the immortal the way it did Indy. Even though he normally didn’t mind lazing about in bed with his other half because the man was a big cat and liked the attention, at least then he could get up if he really wanted to and go do something. The same four walls were making him stir crazy.
“I’m fine. Perfectly fine. Getting better,” he protested, despite the continued chill and pain he was in. Indy went silent when he realized denial wasn’t helping from the unimpressed look on that face. “Don’t make me go back to bed, Nick. I’ve been here forever.” Pleading might work.
Sick Virus // closed w/ tripping-over-lions
Virus wasn't a big fan of the winter. He hated the cold, and he definitely hated the snow. Though it was rare in Midorijima for snow to fall, Virus hated it all the same.
Though when it did fall, it covered the whole area. There was no question if it would stick or not. There was also no question in Trip's childish excitement for it. Almost as if there was an silent question asked, Virus glanced towards Trip's puppy like face.
And with much reluctance, Virus agreed to go into the snow, considering this may be the only time they see snow in their lifetime (without hundreds of dollars in travel), and Trip seemed really, really excited about it. After dressing accordingly, the two head out and enjoy their day.
Once back inside, they immediately headed to the fire and begin warming up. Everything seems pretty alright. It seems okay for the next few days honestly.
It wasn't until the fourth day did Virus notice something was different. His body felt overheated in one second, and then chilled to the bone the next. He tried to dress in a nice medium, but it still wasn't enough.
His mouth was dry and he couldn't swallow correctly. It was kind of bothersome, if he was honest. As the day progressed, he began to decline food, instead opting to focus on his work.
Sick Days | open
Danny cleared his throat, grimacing at the scratch in the back of his throat when he swallowed, the hopeless kind of scratch that never seemed to go away, it just sat there, taunting. The coffee he was drinking suddenly tasted bitter, like it had gone cold in his mouth. The next mouthful was physically hard to swallow and turned the scratch into a burn, like the sting of bile. Annoyed, he put the cup down and sighed, running a hand through his hair. His mouth twisted when he swallowed again, the taste at the back of his throat metallic and tell-tale.
"Looks like I'm getting a cold," he said, reluctant, as if admitting it was to admit defeat and let the sickness claim him. "Like this week needed a reason to feel longer."