So, I've personally always been a fan of sick fic type things. What would the crew do if/when Jaskier gets sick while they're at sea? I'm not sure if all the crew are Witchers but that would make for funny shenanigans because being Witchers they probably don't get silly human sicknesses. I imagine at least some of them panic. (I'm no good at prompts but I hope this counts?💜)
Jaskier never got seasick. He’d taken to the rolling decks like a newborn horse takes to walking. Unsteady at first but quick to learn. Whatever was battering his body now was not simple seasickness.
This was different. This was a fever that didn’t seem to break. This was several long nights at his side while his body cramped and convulsed, his eyes rolled so far back into his head that only the whites still showed. He couldn’t eat. He barely slept. They couldn’t even get a spoonful of water to stay in his stomach for more than a few minutes.
Geralt didn’t know what to do.
He was afraid to go to sleep, worried that if he let himself nod off Jaskier might die in his absence. He couldn’t bear the thought of his little nymph disappearing from his life forever. He stayed awake, a vigilant guard against Death itself. He’d only just met the man, after all. They’d only had a few joy-filled months together. It wasn’t fair.
On the fourth night of his illness, Jaskier’s fever finally broke. He fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, his sweat-damp hair clinging messily to his forehead and cheeks. Geralt wiped his siren’s skin clean with a damp cloth and changed him into clean, dry clothes. He held the younger man in his arms while Starkey and Lambert changed the sheets and stuffed the mattress pad with fresh hay. They brought a small tin of rum and a tin mug of water
As he slipped into his own little patch of darkness, Geralt wrapped his arm around Jaskier’s slim waist and hauled his body close. Death could not steal his siren away in wakefulness; he wouldn’t even give Death a chance to get close in sleep.
“Sleep well, little nymph,” the pirate Captain whispered into his darling’s matted hair. “And when you wake I will be here with you. Every morning until you’ll have me no more.”