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I never requested here, so I'm not quite sure how to word this but..you had this one post about the 'children' upper moons taking care of a sick reader, and I got curious how the adult ones would deal with it?
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Uppermoons taking care of sick GN Reader
Warnings: Emeto (not as a kink), Manga spoilers, Angst, Implied Reader's death (Gyokko), Implied sexual content, Mentioned cannibalism, & Many of these people are their own warning of negligence,
There is something scary about sickness, something that repulses, something that makes anyone who suffers it aware of how weak their body is, and in the right circunstances, something that leads to death itself. Gyutaro just know from his voice, his appereance and how his body has some ghost stings... he was a sick human. And in the back of his head he remembers how he was terrified the few times Ume got sick. Thankfully, she was already selected for training to be an oiran back then, and it was a simple cold. They got her medicine, and Gyutaro has seen enough sick coutesans to know what to do.
Your body hurts with a trembling tiring cold and a head aching fever that reflects in the colors of your body. Your eyelids have a hard time staying open, your stomach feels both hungry and too full, as you also feel as if the more steps you take, the more it's contents bounce in your throat. There is also this hard time breathing by your stuffy nose, you feel awful, you really should have stayed in bed this night. You can't tell the feeling when you are grabbed in a position that lets you rest. "Ne, why did you come here while you are sick? Are you an idiot? Ne?" Gyutaro says as he slowly, so you won't throw up, brings you somewhere with a bed.
Gyutaro makes sure to cover you while making tea, not letting you loose liquid in your body, bringging you tissues and doing his best to regulate your temperature. He probably can ask Daki to send someone for medicine, but for now she is working. Still, he can make sure you don't get worst. "Try to sleep a little, ne. I will take care of you." You try to reach him, sight blurred as you speak with a sore and painful throat. "Gyu... Gyutaro..." He just gentle pats yous head, making you groan as the hand is warm against your burning face. "Ne, I will be here when you wake up. So don't worry about it, ne?" You nod, closing your eyes, feeling a cold towel over it soon after, falling asleep the second you feel comfortable.
Does he look like a babysitter or a medic to you? NO, GODS NO! HE IS AN ARTIST! "Why are you- get out! Get out! You'll infest my pots with your ilness and destroy their magestic aura with those negative energies! Out! Out!" He said the secons he notices you are sick. Really, why did you have to go and make it his problem? He is not going to let you drag him out into something so... disgusting. The smell of sick humans has always been a giant turn off for him. Very bad pieces to work with.
And it's too easy to notice. You are pale, trembling, stuffed red nose, eyes bulging and wet, and you have an expression of being in pain he would like if it wasn't because of the state of your face. It's clear that you knew you were sick and decided to go to him anyway, as if he would take care of you. Fat chance! "Gyo..." Gods above and below, you also sound awful! You can't even finish saying his name with how painful it is to talk! "Just don't bother me when you are like this! Go home!" Except... you don't know if you can. You feel really tired and cold, your tongue feels too big for your mouth giving you a nausea sensation, your head hurts and you have a hard time keeping your eyes open.
You look at Gyokko, hoping he will understand, and after a while he gives the most annoyed and disgusted scoff ever. "Urg, FINE! I guess you can go sit somewhere, JUST GET AWAY FROM MY PIECES! SPECIALLY THE LIVING ONES! I'll check you up later or something, I guess." You nod and do just that, Gyokko doesn't have a bed so you just sit with your back against something. It's not comfortable, but at least you can rest. You should have stayed home, you think as you close your eyes. Just... rest for a little bit... until you fall asleep, and Gyokko never checks on you....
Oh no! OH NO! OH NO! This is bad, this is very, very bad! You don't look so good. Are you dying? You can't die! He might as well be blamed! He can't! He can't! He- "Han.. Ha-" you tried to talk to him, but the pain in your head and belly, and the tightness in your stomach, won over as you felt your throat trying to spot your last meal from coming over, ultimately failing with the disgust of the flavor of acid mixed with the food and the textures made you react and throw up. Then Hantengu just... stares.
You should have stayed in bed. Your head hurts too much and you tremble due the cold you feel and effort everything suddenly has. Hantengu looks at you for a few seconds before picking you up, slowly and softly. His flesh is cold, but more comfortable than the ground. "You... you should go back to sleep." A memory, did he have a wife? A daughter? A son? Maybe a sister? A brother? He can't tell whatever the figure is, it's blurred and constantly changing, but he has taken care of people before. The same way he has killed people before.
He brings you home, directly to bed and starts to prepare tea, maybe he can steal some medicine and leave everything besides you. Then he will leave, he can't stand being near you in this state. There is a knot in his throat and chest, his hands tremble harder than usual, he hates it. You sleep in the conforts of your bed, having already let the exhaustion take over once you were in his arms. You wake up again later, still dark, Hantengu is nowhere to be seen, but there is a hot pot of water, herbs, a bucket of cold water with a piece of cloth and medicine besides you. That is all you can ask of him.
You've done it. He has told you several times to take care of yourself, that you are weaker, human. And what do you do? You don't take care of yourself. Fuck you. No, not literally, you are in no condition for such thing. Why do you insist on making him mad? "I told you to cover yourself, now look at you. Sick in the middle of winter. Do you want to die?" He asks angry as he glares at you, he knew this would happen so he went to yout home, and you definetely deserve the "I told you so" speech he wants to still give you.
But he doesn't, instead he looks at you, still in bed, nose full of knots, pale body with red face, trembling, tired and pained eyes, so he growls one last time before silently, still glaring his hands, he goes to the kitchen to boil some water and get a bucket of cold one, making sure to make tea. You wait for him to come back, being able to hear some movement in the kitchen. He comes back with things in a tray, he remembers the sensation of being ill from his human life. That feeling of weakness angers him to no end, but at least he knows what to do. "Se-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
You obey, more from the fact that your throat hurts like hell than from the fact that he screamed at you, even if the volume dis make you a bit dizzy. But you also trust that he will take care of you, he always does, even if he hates every second of it, and you learned not to take it at heart. You know he loves you, even if his condition limits his emotions, he does show it the best he can. But for now you are too tired to really think about it, and decide to take advantage that you are going to be taken care of, closing your heavy eyes before going to sleep as you feel the cold piece of cloth against your forehead. That is better.
"Well... this is something..." Karaku was always aware you, as a human and full individual yourself, could feel and experience things he didn't, those things being mostly weaknesses. He is aware that you can get sick, he always was, but in a different way he is aware that you can get tired, hungry, hurt, and many other problems linked to humans' weaknesses. Those are things he has to deal with whenever he is with you, you getting ill is not. This is the first time he ever sees you sick, after all.
"Em... what... should we do? Can you sleep it off?" Thank the gods his emotion is not pride, because his lack of knowledge is embarrasing. The thing is that he is pleasure, he doesn't get to relate and subconciously pocess memories of illness from the main body. He has no idea what to do, and you look awful. AND FEEL awful. Your throat and nose are full of knots, your eyes are wet and heavy, everything is freezing and burning at the same time, your head hurts. Sleeping it off sounds tempting.
Unfortunately, you know that is not how it works. If you try that you will wake up feeling worse, or dead in the worst case scenario. You shake your head as you stand to go to the kitchen, already knowing that talking might hurt and not even wanting to try, and he follows you, watching as you boil tea and take some medicines. Karaku doesn't talk nor does anything, he just stays nearby, sitting besides you when you go back to bed. He is still there when you wake up, this time with more tea, medicine and some rice besides you. He is trying, that is comforting, and you do get better at the end, even if he didn't do half of what he ends bragging about. Fuck Karaku, probably in the nice way when you get better.
He doesn't understand what is happening at first, he has to actually remind himself that such a thing as ilness and sickness even exists. As a demon, he is inmune to all of that, as a joy demon he doesn't even has the shadows of what it felt like as a human. So he is very little aware of the situation, like a pet not understanding ehat is going on, only that you are tired, probably feeling a little bad, but still doesn't get the concept you need certain cares in particular unless trained. That is exactly what happens, Urogi starts acting like a cat. "Are you feeling better already?" A very clingy and annoying cat.
While you have a horrible headache, your body switched between being too cold and too hot, you feel you will throw up if you eat anything, a sore-pained throat and you have a hard time breathing... Urogi gives you a harder to breath by cuddling on top of you. He always forgets how heavy he is for you, now that you are sick it's worse. "You are awake! Are you feeling better now?" No, you are not, but he looks you with such a big happy eyes you pretend to not feel awful. You decide to not push him off to go to the bathroom and then boil some more tea until it's unbearable. He follows you around the house, trying to talk to you as you are too tired to even look at hin while you midlessly walk through the house.
Urogi really doesn't understand, but he still just keeps staying with you, sleeping in the same bed as you, following you through your routine, even begging to be let in when you decide to take a bath or go to the bathroom, constabtly asking if you feel better already, of you can play with if, if you are not bussy... it's a miracle this boy has not killed you already, because with how little rest and peace he gives you you swear the time it usually take you to heal duplicated. But you healed, at least.
It's sad, you know? How weak humans are. You could die from this, many humans did in the past, but unlike them, you have medicine and someone taking care of you. But how sad that someone is a demon, whos pathetic existence is not to take care of human, but to break them, open their bodies, bite out their organs and eat. Then again, sick people where never the most edible, more a matter of taste than anything else, so you might have been saved even if he didn't care about you as he does. "Y/N, you need to drink more tea." That doesn't change the fact that he has never done this before, so he reads several books, following exactly what they tell him to do. He has one in his lap right now, holded gently by his hands.
"I'm fine Aizet-" You can't even finish the sentence before coughing, you are definetely not fine. The clone thinks he has some echoes of the main body's memories, subconcious, but still there. The is a sense self-pity when one is sick, he can tell that much, but Sekido might remember more than he does. At least he can be logical enough about it to know that your body's temperature is not normal, so he can try to get it back as always while keeping you hidratated. There must also be some medicine of some kind.
Still, his knowledge is very limited. Had it being a wound, he would at least have an idea of what to do, having enough experience with human bodies. What breaks them, what tears them, what pierces them, how and why. But this? It's a pitiful state he never had to face. "Do as I say, your stubborness makes me sad." But he still tries his best to take care of you, not afraid to ask for tips as if, what medicines are available or what can you eat. "Thank you for taking care of me, Aizetsu..." He doesn't answer that, just... keeps going with the pity, as always.
Unfortunately, she did tend her husband most of the time he got sick, even if he never returned the favor if she catched some of it. She can barely remember whatever she did back in the days, considering they didn't exactly have money for medicines that now she can access to with her powers, unnecesary by her new nature. She was glad of that until now, because she didn't want to remember her time as an unappreciated artist and wife, but now that you need her... she wishes she remembered a little more. "Nakime..." you call for her, she makes some tea. You can't see her as she is in another part, wall from your point of view, but you can hear her speak, even if you can't hear what she does. "Don't talk if it hurts you. You'll only make it worse."
You have the decency of doing as you are told, she also fixes some medicine, hoping that it's the best one for whatever you are feeling. She never though she would find herself doing housewife chores again, yet here she is, taking care of you. With the sound of her biwa she goes back to you, the noise makes your head ache, making you grit your teeth, but she ignores it. You need to stay in a darker side and she would rather not have you exposed to more loud noises than needed. One biwa note every few hours should be something you can manage. "Your temperature is still high. Drink your tea and medicine, then ho to sleep." She puts a wet cloth in your forehead, making some of the pain in your head subdue. You nod, not really wanting to fight her on this.
Nakime gives a look, she really hates having to do this work, specially with the phantom memories that she has, but she is going to tolerate her own disgust for you. You cough a little after drinking the tea with her help, too hot for you. Still, she is patient and holds it before you until you can try and drink again. "Tha-" "Don't. Just... take better care of yourself next time. Besides, I just told you to not talk." You finish the tea and lie down with her help, feeling too warm, drained, tired. You close your eyes as she looks at you more, and waits until you fall asleep to leave the room, letting you rest.
Coughing was a familiar sound for Akaza, even if he doesn't know why. There is a sense of home with it, but at the same time a fear and desesperation building up in his chest. This feeling surges up when he sees you pale, trembling, eyes having difficulties to stay open, red cheeks, and your throat makes weird spasms. "Sit down, slowly, let me help you. You are about to throw up." He brings a towel and gestures to to throw out in it, rubbing your back as you do. Everything about it is gross, the smell, the sounds, the sensation of acid and solids up your throat, the tightning pain in your stomach...
Yet Akaza doesn't seem to mind any of it, just getting rid of the towel once you are done. "Stay like that for a moment, I'm going to give you something to drink. Small sips, ok? Then you can sleep." He is careful, methodical, every step memorized and displayed naturally. You have seen Akaza preactice his katas, he is lethal, fast, unhinged, even sadistic. But you know from every time he holds your hand, that he hugs you, that he listens to you, look at you... this gentle, caring, and serious part of him is... it's also Akaza.
"Don't speak, here is some tea. Grab it with me, I will help so you won't drop it. Be careful, though... it's barely stopped boiling." It can only be Akaza. "Here." He helps you to drink, the sips are uncomfortable, but it's the better alternative. "Good, I'll make you some okayu. You should sleep for now. Lay down slowly." He helps you sgain, and you feel like you can rest.
"Oh, my! Look at you, Y/N! You are sick! You definetely have a fever!" Douma would know, he has seen several of his followers get sick, even if he has never gotten sick himself, not even as a human. It was as if he wasn't allowed, with the care everyone always took of him. He can easily recognize the symtoms of fever. Pale body with red face, tremblings, eyes tired and pained, person saying it's cold when their body is actually very warm, stuffy nose, weak and sore throat that coughs. Really, he has seen it more than once.
On a cool fact, he can also recognize some terminal illnesses, like Tuberculosis and (that's a common one). Every now and them someone sick comes praying to Douma as they seek aid from the gods, yadda, yadda. Most manage to extend their lifespan in Douma's cult, so they keep believing the lie and so. Still, he has never seen or being part of the few one that get cured of their colds and so (just 100 years ago they died so quickly, but they die less and less from it now a days). "Dou... douma..." you call for him as he goes to a servant.
"Bring Y/N to the medics, silly little thing came to me instead. Proceed as always." He says and you are taken away. You have medicine of great quality, meals and drinks are specially disposed for you to heal, with Douma visiting every few hours. A part of you yearns for his presence and his care, but a more logical part is grateful he just sended you away to be taken care of. Who knows if you would have survived being "healed" by him. "Don't worry, Y/N. You should feel better in a week or less. I will be waiting." He says before leaving you alone to tend his followers. This doesn't mean a thing for Douma.
There is a memory he doesn't remember, but he can feel it there. His brother started coughing and trembling with a pale body yet red face, he saw their mother go off to see him a lot, surrounded by a matress to cover up. Yoriichi didn't make a fuss at all, even ill. Michikatsu would slide some candies and copy their mother in bringing hot cups of tea (he didn't manage to get the medicines), the infusion badly made by a 6 year old Michikatsu. His father slaped him so hard he fell to the ground when he catches the cold, realizing where he got it from. Somehow, Yoriichi never got sick ever again. Now you are sick, and Kokushibou wants to leave.
He shouldn't be wasting his time taking care of you, not that he would how. It's been so long since he could actually get sick, he doesn't know what to do in those cases anymore. Did he ever know? He had a wife and kids, but he has no memory of ever taking care of them, that was the medic's and servant's job, not the husband's one. But he ia not a husband to you, that means he has less responsibility still. Then why ia he keeping you company? He can barely meditate, for some reason you being sick makes him nervious. "Ko... Kokushibou..." You call for him in bed, your head hurts, it's hard to breath and you feel cold yet burning at the same time. "Don't speak." If he says that out of concern of your sore throat or out of his confort in silence, you can't tell.
He makes tea, he has always known how to make tea. Basic ettiquete, he calls it, saying it's not worth praising even when he makes the best tea you ever tried. And he makes you drink tea and bring the medicines you have stored, not administrating them, just getting them near you do you can help yourself. Besides that, he just stays besides you in silence. There is a strange comfort in that.
