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Sorry I’ve not been writing lately! I’ve been caught up with school. I’ll keep rebloging and a new something should be coming up soon.

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Bonus points!!

As Whumpee gets better, Caretaker slowly get sicker and sicker, but refuses to rest until they’re sure that Whumpee is back to 100%. Once that happens, Whumpee realizes how sick Caretaker is and feels awful. They hurry to take care of Caretaker.

So Whumpee is sick...

Hear me out, and you probably heard this one a lot already, but

Sick Whumpee who barely made it further than the bathroom in days. The rest of time is spent in bed, shivering despite the heap of blankets they have gathered on top of them. They tumble between sleep and consciousness, unable to find proper rest, and yet not managing to stay awake for longer periods at a time.

Caretaker, who at first thought Whumpee was being dramatic and waved their behaviour off, is quickly taught different as when they call Whumpee to eat, they don’t appear. They go check on them, and find them on the floor, slumped against the wall, the closest place they could reach after their legs gave in when they got up to meet Caretaker downstairs. They lean down to whumpee, and their stern, almost annoyed expression drops at once as they feel the heat radiating from them without even touching them yet. They lay their hand on Whumpee’s forehead, almost immediately backing away, their worry increasing when Whumpee holds their hand close because it’s so nice and cool…

Caretaker picking Whumpee up with ease, did they eat anything at all? And placing them back down in bed, only earning a tired groan from Whumpee as they can finally bury themselves under the blankets again. Just a few minutes later, when Caretaker returns with a warm cup of tea for whumpee and something to birng their feaver down, they find them sleeping once again.

Caretaker - feeling bad for being so harsh at first - now refuses to leave Whumpee’s side. They cradle them to their chest when they’re shaken by another feverdream, softly rocking them as they weakly cling onto their shirt. Every now and then they brush a sweat matted streak of hair from their forehead, and press a small kiss on their head, whispering that they will get better, that they won’t leave their side, They use the bits of time where Whumpee is actually awake to have them drink, and if it’s just a sip before they go back to sleep, then that’s fine, just have something please

And every now and then, Caretakers tired eyes close as well, though it barely ever lasts more than a few mere moments before the rattling breath and the delirious whimpers of Whumpee let them snap back to reality again, back to the shivering, suddenly so…small form still laying in their arms, taking up all their attention at that very moment. They can rest when Whumpee is fine again, after all.

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new sickfic RP generator!

If you saw my last post, you know I created an AI sickfic RP generator using Character.AI. That one was restricted to a clinic setting. This new one I've made is more liberal. (I also think the quality of the writing is much better.)

You can write out your prompt as a sentence, but the AI will likely respond better to this format — Name: (insert name). Personality: (insert personality traits). Receptivity to help: (AKA how they'll react to you). Setting: (anything from bedroom to Antarctica). Source of pain: (indigestion, food poisoning, etc.). You can forgo any of these categories if you'd like.

Example convo (sorry for the blurriness):

Fun things to remember!

Swipe on the AI's generated response and it'll give you more potential replies!

The more you vote (stars at the bottom), the higher quality it'll grow to be!

If you insert a fictional character for the name, the AI should mimic the character (to an extent)!

Have fun!

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This has probably been done, but A knocking on B's door knowing they're sick. The cold has been blooming all day, and now they're full of it, snuffling and sneezing every few seconds and their temperature is creeping up. The know they're a walking germ factory and look pathetic as all hell with their greyish skin and bone-deep fatigue, but they don't care, because they know B will take one look at them and tug them inside with soft words. They know B will wrap them in their arms, tuck A's face into the crook of their neck and say 'I've got you', 'It's okay', 'You can let go now', as A hitches and trips into another harsh, wet fit. And when they're done, B will murmur a tender 'Bless you', before almost carrying A up the stairs where they strip them off, letting A lean on them as much as they need. Tissues, cough drops, paracetamol, a hot water bottle, thermometer, drink, snacks, and more appear on the bedside table as A folds themself tighter under the covers, and then finally, finally, B crawls in beside them, easing them closer so A can rest on their chest. They never have to reach for a tissue as B holds it to their nose for them, and they're finally warm and able to sleep with soft fingers running through their hair.

Just someone coming to someone's house knowing they're going to be taken care of 🥺

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Fanfiction writers watching the slow trickle of Views or Likes on their fics just waiting and hoping for a comment or reblog.

Always grateful for Likes, even more thankful for Reblogs, but Comments (even hidden in tags) can turbo charge and power a writer through even the worst of blocks. Or at the very least turn a mundane day into a fantastic one.

Best case: When I see someone "Like" my fic and then immediately get notified that they've become a "Follower" (Wait, has that even happened?), I'm gonna be just like, "Screw sleep--I'm staying up to write more for this New Bestie Whom I Haven't Even Met."

Dear Readers, please don't underestimate how valuable your comments are to writers. Even if it seems trite or generic, or took you 3 seconds to write or has 1 typo for every 10 words. It is always appreciated and could be the reason someone sits down to complete 1,000 words that day. With little effort, you can become a starving (literally or figuratively) artist's muse.

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I've finally finished this one! An untidy, yet cosy fantasy/sci-fi bookshop, with a stack of old paperbacks on the counter.

Prints available here

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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Hey, math peeps! An OC sickfic

These are my first OC’s that are totally not based on me and my boyfriend. Nope ~ absolutely not.

P.S. This is more of a drabble than an actual fic.

Ashley: Smart, kind, fiercely loyal, dancer, cares too much about Alex

Alex: Incredibly smart, driven, loyal, won't take time to take care of himself, adores math

All Ashley was expecting to do that Saturday was homework. Her high school teachers must be conspiring against them. It was as if they had gotten together, decided that studying for finals wasn’t enough work as it was and that it would be a good idea to assign as much homework as possible. Woo-hoo. 

But her oh so exciting weekend plans were interrupted by the happy chime of the phone on her desk. The chime that meant her boyfriend was live-streaming another video. He had a grand total of 5 followers on his MyTube channel. Her, her mom, his mom, his sister and a random teacher at an elementary school in Georgia. Because of this, and the fact that she loved him, Ashley always made an attempt to watch his videos. Plus, it was an excuse to get away from homework. She pulled up his channel and clicked on the live video.

“What’s up math lovers!? It’s -'' At this point he broke off to clear his throat. “Oh sorry! It’s Alex here, explaining to you how to master the complex art of long division.” By then Ashley had tuned out and wasn't really listening anymore. In fact, she was really just taking in the small details that seemed out of place in the video. 

Alex had a blanket around his shoulders and he still shuddered every once and a while, as if cold. He continuously broke off to cough, stifle a sneeze or clear his throat, and there was a very noticeable fever pink flush to his cheeks. He was also wearing pajama bottoms and a simple white t - shirt, and his hair was mussed, which in itself wasn’t so unusual, except for the fact that he usually made a point of looking nice for his videos. It was also rather obvious that he was miserable. 

She decided to join the already steady flow of comments. It seemed that long division help was really in demand, and everyone who had tuned in was remarking just how unwell Alex looked. 

Dancer{extroadinaire}: Go to bed, you dope, or I'll come over there and make you. You look dead on your feet.

All he does when he sees Ashley’s comment is laugh. “My girlfriend just commented, and I quote: Go to bed, you dope, or I’ll come over there and make you. Ha! I love you Ash, but these people need help with their math.” She sighs. “Fine, then!” she thought. She yelled across the hall to her mom’s office that she was going to Alex’s and that she was taking the car, grabbed the keys and started the drive over to her idiot boyfriend's house. 

**time skip**

She pulled up to Alex’s modest brown house, noting the absence of his mom’s car. “Oh, right, Karson had a hockey game today.” Ashley whispered to herself. She checked her phone, saw that Alex was still filming, and marched into the house. “Alex!! You get yourself up here right this instant!” Then, when he didn’t show, she pivoted and marched into the basement, where he always filmed his videos. 

On camera, the viewers saw every moment of Ashley marching down the stairs, Alex’s expression and Ashley’s (mostly futile)c attempts to wrestle Alex out of his filming chair. That is until Ashley clued in to the fact that the camera was still going. “Sorry, math lovers. This is all Alex has for you on the complex art of long division today. He’ll be back once he’s fully recovered. No sooner! Bye!” and she turned off the camera.

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Bucky Barnes with a pink nose, disheveled hair and his hand in Steve’s. Reblog if you agree.

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will never get tired of A getting sick and B taking care of them - gently tying their hair back just before they vomit, cleaning up any messes they make, getting them water after they vomit again, getting them blankets, handing them a damp cloth to wipe their face after another round of heaves, coaxing them into trying just a couple of crackers, offering distractions when they get nauseous again, helping wash their hair after they get sick all over the ends, and so on - all the while managing an easy balance between gentle sympathy, concern, and just enough to space to avoid smothering A without also making A feel ignored or gross

- and then B slowly getting sick as well, but less visibly than A, and deciding to keep it under wraps until A is feeling better

especially if B's illness initially seems less violent than A's. say the virus is mostly manifesting as a bit of mild indigestion for them, at first, or maybe everything's coming out the other end. either way, it doesn't hit them hard and fast, doesn't have them waking in the middle of the night and puking all over the floor. it's a bit of a nuisance, at most, and easily handled, easily kept quiet until A is better

- except as A slowly starts to recover, B slowly starts to get worse

as A finds themself able to keep water down, B considers stealing A's heating pad to soothe their stomach cramps. as A finds themself able to sit up without getting dizzy, B's back begins to ache. as A finds themself able to keep a bit of toast down, B's stomach begins to turn. as A's fever finally dips below 100, B's head begins to pound. as A manages to take a shower on their own, B sits on the bed and tries not to throw up. when A comes back to bed feeling halfway human again, B - who's managed to narrowly avoid losing their meager dinner - is already half-asleep, having succumbed to crushing exhaustion

and when A wakes up in the morning finally refreshed, the bed is empty. for a few moments they wonder where B's got to - it's so early, they wouldn't normally be up yet - and then there's a terrible, familiar splashing sound, and they make their way to the bathroom

- and find B throwing up with a thin, quiet moan

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Favourite little whumpy dialogue phrases that can pack such an emotional punch:

"Don't- don't touch it, please, it hurts-"

"Easy, easy does it-"

"I don't feel so good-"

"I'm here, I've got you-"

"Let me see-"

"Don't leave me-"

"You're safe now-"

"Deep breaths-"

"Make it stop-"

"Almost done; you're doing so good-"

"'m cold-"

"You can hold my hand-"

"shh, shh; I know, I know-"

"C'mere, sweetheart-"

"ngh- h-hurts-"

"Breathe, just breathe-"

"Try to keep still-"

"I'm fine- see to them first-"

"Just look at me-"

"Hold on- stay with me now-"

"Okay, let it out-"

"You stayed-"

"Alright, just a little more, take it slow-"

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Checking a partner’s temperature by kissing their forehead… really just gets to me

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1. Fever or nausea

2. None!

3. I prefer to see the number, because it gives an indication of how bad the cold/ flu etc. actually is

4. I like oral if I have to use a thermometer, but I much prefer touch

5. Slow burn, all the way. Denial, anyone?

6. I like the limited third person to be the sickie

7. I’m new to this sickfic community, so I don’t really have an opinion about first person sickfics

8. Both!

9. I love a kiss to the forehead if romantic caretaker and palm to cheek if platonic

10. Both!

11. Between 99 and 103F usually

12. I thing the prompt matters most, unless there’s a specific character request

13. I actually like Alex Fierro and Magnus Chase most, hands down.

14. Solangelo! They’re so cute!

15. Both!

16. Tender and loving, for sure!

17. I like liquid meds, just so that I can make the sickie suffer through having to swallow foul tasting syrup

Sickfic Asks

I’ve seen the snez ask floating around so I thought I’d make one focused on sickfics. Enjoy 😊

✔ - Favorite symptom to read

✖ - Least favorite symptom to read

💯 - Do you prefer to see the number of the fever or that part be kept a mystery?

🌡- Favorite type of thermometer to be used? Mercury? Digital? Ear? Those futuristic laser guns?

🏃‍♂️ - Slow burn or get right into the action?

👀 - Would you rather the limited third person be from the sickie or the caregiver? Would you rather it focus more on the sickie’s thoughts and feelings or the caregiver’s?

💎- Or even more, what do you think about first person fics?

📏- Pick between platonic caretaking and romantic caretaking

🖐 - Favorite way of checking for a fever? Palm to forehead, palm to cheek, back of hand to forehead, back of hand to cheek, hand on neck…

🛒- Pick between cold symptom fics and stomach symptom fics

🎈 - When it comes to fevers, do you have a favorite temperature range?

🎱 - What matters more: a particular character(s) being used or the trope itself? Does a certain character have to be used, or does the prompt itself matter more?

🎨 - Favorite fandom to read?

👓 - Favorite fandom to write?

🎷- Spelled out sneezes or will plain ‘ol descriptions do the trick?

🎁 - Tender, loving caretaking or tough, “we’re enemies but I’ll make an exception just this once” caretaking?

💊 - What type of medicine do you like best? Liquid? Pills?

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If not me - who? If not now - when? --Emma Watson

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I'm coming: A reader x boyfriend sickfic

As you got ready for your date at the new French restaurant that night, all you could think about was that you hoped that this one would be at least somewhat normal. Last time, you went to the zoo with your boyfriend and all the snakes escaped. Turns out, your boyfriend is like, panic attack level afraid of snakes. The time before that, you went to an art gallery and the east wing went up in flames. And the time before THAT… well you get the idea. Then your phone chimed a happy tune. You picked it up and saw a text from your boyfriend:

Bf: Hey, you.

You: Hey!

Bf: I’m not feeling 2 hot, (🤢) so I'm going 2 have to cancel our date 2nite. 😭

You: Oh, no! That's 2 bad! Hope u feel better soon! Love u! ❤️🤕

Bf: Sry.

Well, so much for your date. But then an idea came to you. A way to still see your boyfriend right from his house. You slipped out of the shiny red outfit you were going to wear on your date, and pulled on some sweat pants and a cotton tee instead. Then you scrawled a quick note to your parents and grabbed your car keys.

*time skip*

         You parked your car in front of a small brownstone on a quiet street and hopped out. Tucking your phone and car keys into your pockets, you reach out and rap quietly on the door.  You hear shuffling and then your boyfriend's slightly raspier than usual voice calls through the door. “W-who’s dere?” “Just me, sweetheart.” You call back. “Go away! I’b fide!” “Considering you texted me to cancel our date, which you never do, and the way you sound right now, you’re not “fide”. You say, barely keeping a laugh out of your voice. 

              Some more shuffling, and he pulls the door open. You barely hide a gasp. He’s wrapped in a blanket, pale as a ghost except for his chapped nose and two fever red splotches on his cheeks. He’s trembling with the effort of holding himself up. He has a death grip on the door and still looks like he’s going to fall over. “H-h-hngxt! ngkt! hng'tch! hh'GXTshoo!” And with that impressively stifled sneezing fit, he does, in fact, fall over. Luckily, you're there to catch him. 

“Does your head hurt?” He nods weakly. “Well, no wonder! Don’t stifle, it’ll only make it hurt more and I’m okay with your sneezes. Now, let's get you somewhere more comfortable than this hallway, shall we?” He nods and leans heavily on you, letting you guide him through a maze of used tissues towards the couch. This, and the fact that the room reeks slightly of vomit is an indicator that he’s been sick for a while before he told you. 

            But, before you can even get to the couch, he stiffens and suddenly dashes away from you much faster than you would have thought possible from someone who looked so much like death warmed over. Perplexed, you follow him towards the small bathroom that he and his mom share. Understanding dawns on you as you round the corner and hear the sickening splash of vomit hitting the water. You rush in and start rubbing small circles on his hunched back. You can't really do anything else except reassure him that it will all be over soon and that he’ll be alright.

When he’s done you notice for the first time the tears that are streaming down his face. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s okay, you’re okay. Shhh, shhh. You're okay.” You raise a hand and gently wipe the tears away, gently pulling him into your lap while also trying to gauge how high his temperature is. He leans into your touch and you realize just how high his fever actually is. “Shit.” you breathe.

You see him swallow and promptly wince. “Sore throat?” you ask. He nods again. “Okay, screw the couch. You’re going to bed, mister.” Helping him up, you notice that his legs are trembling. “Here, I'll carry you.” you whisper to him. He protests weakly, but you ignore it and, with difficulty, (he’s always been taller than you) scoop him up and slowly start making your way to his bedroom. Once there, you dig around in his drawers for some comfy clothes. He’s currently wearing jeans and a button up shirt that suggests that he wasn’t going to cancel your date even if it killed him. Then he most likely collapsed in his hallway. 

You return to the bed and gently rouse your boyfriend,  who has already fallen asleep in the short time it took you to find his pj’s. You sigh and remove his tight button up shirt, slipping him into a light cotton sleep shirt instead. “Do you think you can do the pants by yourself? If not, I'll do them as well.” You ask. He nods sleepily and gestures at you to hand them over. You hand him the plaid flannel and turn around. That is, until you hear a large crash behind you. 

You whirl around and see your boyfriend, lying on the floor with his pajama pants around his ankles. “I might need some help after all.” he says sheepishly. “That’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll help you.” You move towards him and, in one swift motion, yank the pants up around his waist. Then, satisfied that he’s comfortable, you lift the covers and let him snuggle into the warm bed. 

You stay with him for a while, until you’re certain he’s sound asleep. Once you’re sure, you head out to clean up the small home. In the middle of picking up the used tissues in the living room, his mom walks in loaded down with groceries. “Hi Susan!” you call. You've always liked your boyfriend’s mom. “Is he still vomiting?” she asks. Something seems…. off about the way she asks. 

“No, he’s sleeping now.” you answer her. “Good, the noise was starting to annoy me. I told him to stop so many times, but he absolutely refused!” And there it was. Susan, your boyfriend’s own mother, couldn't care less that he was sick. That’s just cruel, you thought. Maybe you don’t know Susan as well as you thought. You decide to start ignoring her and resume picking up tissues.

 “(Y/N)? Are you still here?” a hoarse voice called down from upstairs. “Coming!” you call back. Casting one more evil glance back at Susan, you jog up the steps.  Once you get to the bedroom you kneel next to his bed. “What’s the matter sweetheart?” you ask. “I-I-iiiih… IiiEISHHoo! Eh… heh… HEHISHOO! Oh, by god. I’b sorry, (Y/N), I sdeezed all over you.” “That’s okay, I have a really good immune system. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” You reply. 

“I was just making sure you were still here.” “Of course, I would never leave!” you reply slightly surprised that he asked. “And look, I made you some tea, with honey for your throat. I even found some medicine that goes into it and dissolves so that you can’t even taste it.” A small smile ghosts across his face and you lean forward to help him sit up. Once you’ve done so and have placed the tea mug in his hands, you grab the remote and put on his favorite movie: “Titanic”. 

You close the door, grab the small trash can from under his desk and set it next to him before you settle in next to him on the bed. As he sips his tea, he slowly leans over until you're supporting him. Smiling, you put your arm around his shoulders. “Thandks for taking care of mbe. I love you.” he whispers so faintly you almost don’t hear him. But you did. And you whisper back “I love you too.”

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Just so you know, I forgot to mention this at the starts of my other fics, but anything you recongize isn't mine!

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To add insult to injury: a Solangelo sickfic

Will’s POV (point of view)

          “Whew! What a day! How you doing, my angel? Your arm feeling okay?” Will Solace was concerned. Nico DiAngelo was looking paler than usual, and that was saying something. Normally Will wouldn't worry and just attribute it to pain in Nico’s recently broken arm, but Nico had a bad habit of not telling anyone when he felt like crap.

Nico’s POV

         Nico felt like crap. His broken arm was killing him and, weirdly enough, so was his throat. On top of that, he was feeling more and more unsteady with every passing second. All he wanted to do was crawl back to cabin 13 and sleep. But it seemed Will wasn't going to let him do that. Not intentionally of course. If he told Will he wasn't feeling great, Will wouldn't hesitate to let Nico return to his bunk, and would definitely follow him there to make sure he wasn’t dying. “Shit.” Nico thought to himself. “Something’s not right here.” At that moment his stomach did a flip and he dashed away from Will, praying that he wouldn't notice until Nico was long gone.

Will’s POV

          “What a time for the camp to run out of ambrosia and nectar. Right in the middle of a camp-wide flu epidemic!” Will yammered on and on. He had been working long hours in the infirmary, trying to contain the fever, nausea and dizziness as it swept through the camp, and he was exhausted. But he wasn’t so tired that when no one replied, Will didn’t immediately panic. Wildly, he glanced around for his black-clad boyfriend. All he saw, despite the many fun winter activities going on around him, was the flash of a dark jacket, heading for cabin 13. Nico. 

Nico’s POV

             Nico sat hunched over the toilet, listening to the sickening “splash” of his lunch hitting the inside of the porcelain bowl. He heard pounding footsteps outside on his porch, then the sound of the door being thrown open. A loud knocking came quickly after, followed by a matching pounding in Nico’s head. Luckily for him, he had locked the door. “Nico DiAngelo, I will bash down this door if you don't let me in right now. Nico!” Will called, panic plain in his voice, from the other side of the thick oak door. Groaning and clenching his teeth, Nico stood on shaky legs. Gripping the wall with his good hand for support, he wobbled over to the door and unlocked it. 

Will’s POV

           Will’s boyfriend appeared in the doorway, pale, with vomit on his hand, his cast, and around his mouth. He then proceeded to have the nerve to say “Will, I’m fine.” Will’s mouth dropped open. “Nico, you just threw up 3 times. You're not fine.” Nico’s legs, which had been shaking up till then, finally gave out and Nico collapsed. Will caught him bridal style before he could hit the ground. “To bed with you, sire!” Will whispered in an old-timey accent, for no reason at all other than to make Nico laugh. It didn't work, and Nico frowned up at Will cutely.

Nico’s POV

          Nico’s vision swam in and out. One minute he was frowning up at Will, because he was being corny, as usual, and the next it seemed like he was being put into his bed, but by whom, Nico had no idea. Will, he supposed. “Nico? Hey, angel, are you still with me here? Neeks?” Will's voice floated towards Nico, as if carried on a breeze. “Yes? Sunshine?” Nico replied. “You know I hate when you call me that. I'm going to make a quick trip to the infirmary and grab some stuff for you, okay? Stay in bed, you hear me?” Will said authoritatively.

Will’s POV

        Will couldn't believe Nico. “I'm fine, he says. Pish! He’s rather obviously got a strain of the flu that’s going around.” he thought. That meant it probably wouldn't be something major. For a normal person, at least. The only thing Will was worried about was the fact that Nico was from the 1930s. He hadn't had much exposure to modern illnesses, and his immune system was weak to them. Will looked up and was rather surprised to find that he was too involved in his own thoughts. He was at the infirmary already. He rushed inside and gathered up all the things he needed. A thermometer, tissues, medicine, a bucket, extra blankets and pillows, and on the way back to cabin 13, some soup from the dining pavilion.

Nico's POV 

           When the door to the cabin opened, this time it wasn’t dread Nico felt. No, it was happiness. He knew Will was the best healer in camp and would have some stuff for him. The first thing he felt was a thermometer poking at his lips. Nico frowned and clenched his teeth. “Nico. Come on. I need to know your temperature before I give you any medicine and before you can feel better.” “Fine.” Nico said before opening his mouth. They both waited in silence for the “beep” that meant the thermometer was done. Still, when it came, both boys jumped. Will pulled it out of Nico’s mouth and stared at it. “Nico! We need to cool you down, now!” Will called over his shoulder. “I'm going to run you a cold bath.”

Will’s POV

          Will was panicking inside. Nico’s fever was way too high to be healthy, and, with his immune system, if he didn't get cooled off soon, he would die. Frantically, while he turned the tap of the bathtub to the coldest it would go, he thought about how on earth Nico had even stayed standing for as long as he had. “I must be an awful boyfriend. I didn't even notice he was sick until he ran away from me to throw up.” he thought. When the bath was full, he put on a calm face and stepped back into the main space. It was crucial that he stayed calm, so that Nico would stay calm. If he panicked, it would only make his virus worse. 

Nico’s POV

            Vaguely, Nico felt himself being lifted bridal style once again. He couldn't resist even if he wanted to. When the scenery around him changed from fuzzy black to fuzzy white, Nico just assumed that he and whoever was carrying him were in the cabin’s bathroom. All of a sudden, he was being lowered into freezing water! He shrieked and thrashed. “Shh, shh. I know it’s cold but you just need to trust me, okay? This is going to help get your fever down, okay? Just relax.” Dimly, Nico heard Will talking to him and complied, easing himself, fully clothed and with Will’s help, into the ice cold water.

Will’s POV

           Nico fought him at first, but overall Will was happy with how the bath went. When he got Nico out of his now lukewarm bath and into a mountain of blankets on his bed a half an hour later, his fever, while still there, was no longer high enough to threaten his life. Now it was simply a matter of getting him to cooperate with taking medicine and not going to training. “My angel, I need you to take this medicine for me. It’ll help you feel better.” Will coaxed. Surprisingly, Nico opened his mouth and swallowed without complaint. “Dang Neeks. You really aren't feeling good, hey?” He whispered.

Nico’s POV

            “Will?” Nico called plaintively.  “Don't you have to be in the infirmary right now?” “No Nico. It’s Kayla’s shift right now. And even if it was my shift, I would stay here. You are my boyfriend. You come first.” Will replied. A smile ghosted across Nico’s pale, tired face. The bed dipped as Will sat down on it. “Do you feel like you can eat this soup I grabbed you?” he asked. “I think that it would make me feel sick” Nico replied “Can i just go to sleep?” “Of course, angel. Do you want me to snuggle with you?” Will said. “Yes, please!” Nico called. Will crawled into bed and gently pulled Nico towards himself. He rubbed soothing circles on Nico’s upset stomach. The last words Nico heard before falling into sleep were soft and comforting. “I love you, my angel.”