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Fevers

Whumpees with aching eyes, too tired to keep open yet too sore to close, even the lightest pressure of their eyelids too much

Whumpee who's too weak and dizzy to do anything at all but lie in bed completely still, sweating through their blankets only to immediately start shivering after clumsily throwing them off

Whumpees with dry mouths, dry lips

The corners of their room are more shadowy than they should be, and they're too exhausted to bother to get up and see what's in there. The Hat Man will have to just wait his turn.

Strong enough to get out of bed but being so, so out of it. Caretaker finding them standing swaying in a doorway, pale as death, clearly seeing something that isn't there

Everything seems to be flickering. The air buzzes. Their skin prickles.

Getting to sleep is hard, because their mind is restless and racing. Once they're asleep though, they're down for the count

Chattering teeth. Their bones must be rattling, for how much they ache

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based on the drabble prompt “i didn’t know it was this bad”

“Hey,” A groans, head pounding and muscles throbbing. “Can you grab me another blanket?”

B makes their way toward the couch where A is already nestled beneath a throw blanket and the comforter from their bed and presses a hand to their forehead. They wince, sympathetically sucking air in through their teeth.

“i don’t think so, honey,” B says apologetically. their eyes are sad as they push a stray lock of hair from A’s face. “You’re even hotter now than you were this morning. I want to take your temperature again, okay?”

A sighs but sits up, the room spinning a bit as they hear B gather supplies from the other room. They return with a damp washcloth, a small pill bottle, and a digital thermometer. They press a hand to A’s chest, gently ushering them to lean back against the cushions.

Taking A’s face in their hand, B gently pries their jaw open and slips the thermometer beneath their tongue. “Good job,” they murmur, placing the cloth against A’s sweaty forehead. They shudder violently, but don’t resist.

“I know, I know,” B reassures them. “I know it feels like you’re freezing, but it’ll help.”

A shudders again. The wet cloth is agonizing against their skin and the thermometer in their mouth is making them nauseous. It feels like it’s taking forever to read as the probe slowly heats up beneath A’s tongue.

B’s eyes are locked on the numbers as they slowly ascend.

As if on cue, the thermometer sounds in loud, angry trills that pierce through A’s throbbing skull. Though they’ve closed their eyes, flashes of red still infiltrate their field of vision with every beep.

B takes in a sharp breath as they pull the thermometer from A’s lips, rapidly feeling their face, neck and chest in succession.

“Fuck,” they mutter, tossing the thermometer to the side. A wills their eyes to focus on the reading, and it takes a moment for their body to cooperate, but eventually they see the reading glaring back at them.

104.2.

“Shit,” B curses again, planting a kiss on A’s boiling temple. “I didn’t know it was this bad.”

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Rainy day today made me think...

Sickie stuck in the rain commuting to work, gets drenched, just deals with it. But has been progressively been feeling kinda blah all week and the rain pushes them right into "probably a fever" territory. But they're halfway through the day, may as well go til close.

And every time they take a break, they come back to little gifts. Cough drops, a fresh box of tissues, hot tea at one point. A feel better sticky note. And the end of the day when they finally figure it out, their friend who's been caretaking from afar offers them a ride home and they're too tired to say no.

Spontaneous idea.

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Wahh anyone got any good whump scenarios bouncing around their head that they'd like to share with the class?

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not sure if i've posted this before but sickfic where the only contact whumpee has with caretaker is through the phone. here, have some thoughts.

caretaker watches on helplessly as things to from bad to worse until they have to come save them even if it's not safe

caretaker calling someone closer and saying "they've been sick for a few days but they were really tired on the phone yesterday and didn't say much, and now they're not picking up. i think something is wrong."

"i know you don't like whumpee, but please, you have to go check on them. i'm getting worried."

whumpee calls caretaker because they don't know what to do anymore and caretaker calls a friend to get them to the hospital, stays on the phone with whumpee until help arrives

texts getting shorter and fewer and farther between, at first saying things like "i'm fine, stop fussing"," then a message that just says "tired," then radio silence

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fever chills part 2 (a followup to this post)

forcing themselves to go to some outdoor event when they’re under the weather and shivering miserably in their coat the whole time

“how’re you feeling?” “I’m cold.”

catching a chill in damp, rainy weather. later, as the sniffles come on, they’re unable to shake the cold in their bones no matter how many blankets they wrap up in

teeth chattering against a glass thermometer

huddling in a thick bathrobe after their shower, too shivery to expose their wet skin to the air and change into warm, dry clothes

a heating pad on the highest setting, arms wrapped around it and clutching it to their chest

shivering deep internal shivers in the core of their gut that can’t be touched by external heat

goosebumps that creep and crawl across their skin

laying on the heating vent or by the radiator

shoulders hunched up to their ears to try and preserve body heat

enlisting their pet to lay on them because they’re so warm

when it’s the early stages of the fever, and they’re not shivering yet—they just feel chilled to their bones

big sweatshirts over two other layers of clothing, arms tightly folded against their body

blankets pulled up to their nose and staying in bed all day to try and keep warm

that horrible feeling when they’re sweating from their fever, then their layers ofclothes get damp, then they’re damp AND cold when the chills come back

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alright this is basic but we need to talk about fever chills

knowing something’s wrong because they’ve got goosebumps in a hot bath or shower (bonus points if they get extra chilled afterwards from their wet hair)

feeling achy and shivery hours after coming in from the cold rain, unable to get warm

curled up on the couch under a blanket, asking the caretaker to turn up the heat

hugging themselves and huddling near a space heater because they’re chilled down to their bones

someone covered in blankets, but they just can’t stop their teeth from chattering

sweat-speckled foreheads poking out from under a mountain of quilts

rubbing away the goosebumps that prickle on their arms and legs

shuffling around the house with a blanket tugged around their shoulders to keep them warm

being layered in warm pajamas, a sweatshirt, thick socks, a bathrobe, two blankets, and still shivering

crawling back in bed in the middle of the day because it’s the only place they can get warm

watching tv with a blanket pulled over their head so only their face is poking out.

in the summer - shivering in the AC, wearing sweats when everyone else is in shorts and t-shirts, covering up with a blanket on a hot day

in the winter - curling up near a crackling fire to chase away the deep, teeth-rattling shakes, battling both the wintry chill outside and the internal chill in their bones.

getting violent shivers just from shifting to a cold spot in the bed

“I just can’t get warm.”

clutching a hot water bottle to their chest, desperate for the heat to sink in and warm them

shaking hands wrapping around a mug of tea or a bowl of soup, teeth clattering against the rim when they try to take a sip

sitting up in bed with a blanket clutched around their trembling shoulders while the caretaker takes their temperature

weakly asking for someone to hold them or lay with them in bed because they’re just freezing

their friend cuddling with them in bed, rubbing their back to warm them up

welcoming the hot phase of the fever because at least they’re finally warm

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(this isn't a prompt/request, just my own ramblings since i don't have a dedicated blog to put it on and i thought you in particular might appreciate it. Feel free to ignore qwq)

i'm a big fan of when the more argumentative, hardass-type characters end up being really quiet and almost listless when theyre really sick or cold

a character usually being the first to speak up in any situation (usually with some kind of complaint or disagreement,) and the thing that tips the rest of the gang off that something isn't quite right is when they keep falling silent during a group discussion; staring off into space; and lingering in transitional spaces, spaced out.

ooooo yes I LOVE this 🤩 it's the small little demeanor changes that could only be caught by the people who know them best

the one who's always got a snarky comeback is silent, eyes glazing over as they stare off into the distance. or the one who can be a bit of a jerk at times rendered silent and curled in on themselves because they're cold.

something is just OFF and their friends know it.

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Fever Whump Details

Being just as — if not more — uncomfortable closing their eyes and resting as they are keeping them open; because every time they close their eyes, they get caught in a never-ending loop of thought that is just incomprehensible enough to manifest itself as a brightly-colored whirlwind behind their eyes that is more of a bad trip than a fever dream.

Being unable to breathe through their nose forces them to breathe through their mouth, which leads to their becoming severely dehydrated, which leads to feeling nauseous and like their heart is moving their entire body with every beat.

Not being able to talk, but having just enough energy to periodically swear under their breath and say “oh god”

Not being sure if they have a stiff neck from the fever itself, or from pretzeling themselves into uncomfortable positions because of the discomfort

Regretting their life decisions

Feeling like their eyes are getting cooked in their skull because they’re so hot

Knowing they need to spread out their limbs and cool off; but being unable to get their body to stop shoving their hands down their pants or into their armpits to seek warmth

Still being painfully thirsty no matter how much water they drink

Getting nauseous from drinking water

Chugging apple cider vinegar water to get rid of the flu and then having the most awful acid reflux an hour or two later

Having a scabbed over wound that didn’t faze them at all when they received it; but now that they’re sick, makes them gag to look at it

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Sickie has made it through an agonizing work day but realizes when it’s finally time to leave, they’re too unwell to drive. They’re not about to put other people at risk getting behind the wheel of a car in this state. So they’re trying to make it home by foot, but keep having to stop when overcome with lightheadedness. At one point they literally have to plop down right in the middle of the sidewalk because their buckling legs refuse to even grant them the mercy of one more step to lean against a building. But once the spinning slows, they slowly and painstakingly pull themselves back to their shaky feet and continue on. Trembling with violent chills and swaying with each step. No one stops to help them, they just get disgruntled or disgusted looks by those who pass.

It just so happens Caretaker is driving home and happens to take note of the wobbly figure that’s stumbling around the sidewalk. They feel a pang of dire sympathy for that poor person, but before a thought even has time to form, they’ve done a double take when they realize that’s THEIR Sickie. Eyes wide, they throw on their blinkers and slam their car to the side, causing cars behind to beep at their abrupt turn.

But they can’t even pretend to care, not when they’re practically tripping over themselves getting out of the car to get to Sickie. Stumbling, pale, sweat-drenched Sickie. Sickie who is now veering listlessly to the side until their shoulder catches the brick wall of a building. The force of the hit, despite their slow gait, is enough to cause their drooping head to bounce against the wall with a crack. Caretaker is there just a second too late to cushion the blow. And the blinding, sparkling stars of blackness that explode before Sickies eyes prevent them from seeing that it’s Caretaker who grabs them in hopes to steady them.

Terrified by sudden hands on their body, Sickie stumbles blindly forward, trying to escape this strangers hold. But the world is slipping in and out of focus before them. The twinkling stars have cleared only to make way for a fog they hadn’t noticed before. And whatever they can make out before their eyes is stretching and bending and their ears are ringing and - someone is grabbing them again.

…..can someone finish this prompt for me? It���s been sitting in my drafts forever lol help

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a character being scolded by the leader for slacking off sleeping in, but they just... don't react. not at all. they don't argue, don't apologize, nothing. they just keep lying there asleep. maybe they make a little whimper or even muster up a very weak, exhausted "leave me alone." the leader is thrown off enough that they shelf the anger for a minute to say "[character name]? are you okay?" or "hey, did you hear me?" which also earns them little to no response, and that's when they start to get worried and find out that they're bleeding out or running a raging fever.

cue feeling guilty for yelling at a person who's so ill or injured that they can't even sit up and make eye contact, PLUS the guilt of not noticing sooner.

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characters on the run

always so tired. driving for hours and hours in whatever shitty beater they find or steal, downing caffeine and too many five-hour energy shots pickpocketed from some gas station

sleeping cramped up in some bus or train seat, slumped over in a transit terminal, hoodie pulled up tight in the hopes of not being recognized

nodding off but jerking awake every single time, exhausted but hardwired to be paranoid even with caretaker's gentle touch and quiet reassurances trying to get them to rest

so much time spent running or fighting they eventually just crash. stoic characters slumped and snoozing, trying to keep watch and instead getting some much needed rest

lurching awake in a cold sweat, gasping and trembling, bandages wrapped tight up and down their torso

"we're safe here. i promise."

"it's okay-- it was just a dream, i didn't hear anything..."

shot or stabbed while trying to lose a chase. limping through crowds, desperately acting causal, traces of blood left on everything they touch

collapsing and drawing a scene, strangers asking questions and touching all over. having to slip away from concerned bystanders before actual help (or trouble) arrives

washing off in some shitty public bathroom and leaving behind a horror show of bloodied paper towels and smeared fingers all over porcelain, too out of it and in a rush to actually bother cleaning up

character bleeding out and semiconscious and caretaker doesn't know what to do, has nowhere to go. desperately trying to drag them along as the threat gets closer and closer, or hiding and waiting and begging for them to wake up

when it's too dangerous to go to a hospital. makeshift first aid in the back of some car, breaking into a vet clinic after hours, slumped over in a dank alleyway or dirty bathroom. shaking fingers and dim lighting and nowhere comfortable to recover

all of the places to lie low are sketchy as hell. trap houses, back rooms, dive bars, strip clubs, late night joints where passing acquaintances are somehow okay with shady strangers crashing on their couch. always surrounded by a bad crowd and caught up in seedy shit

wearing the same clothes which get increasingly fucked up. fabric lost to makeshift bandages or tourniquets, blood stains and sweat, the same hoodie passed between characters getting worn and sentimental

long sleeves, oversized clothes, shitty makeup, hoods and sunglasses and hats, anything to hide their identity and all of the bruises and cuts

barely any money to their name. having to choose between filling up on gas or eating, counting remnants of change, stealing food or dine and dashing out of necessity. barely scrapping by and working any job on the low, just oh so easy to take advantage of

getting sick, but it's not like they get a break from running. feverishly wandering around, catching concerned looks from strangers, never getting the chance to rest properly so they just get worse and worse

getting so desperate they eventually call for help. trembling and hunched over in a phone booth, nervously knocking on caretaker's door, so rundown and pitiful of course they wouldn't be turned away, where the fuck have they been?

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The quiet misery of a slowly rising fever. Before the full onslaught of symptoms where subtle chills creep up on them, at first easy enough to blame on the weather or a draft in the room - until it settles under their skin where none of the extra layers can reach.

At work or an event the hours drag on through a growing haze. Longing to wrap themselves up, not sure why they suddenly feel so heavy or why everything - lights, the brush of fabric on their skin - seems sharp and jarring. And its cold. They clench their jaw to keep their teeth from chattering with the unexpected shiver. Strange, they think, the last time they felt this bad was when... Oh.

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on the subject of my previous post--a whumpee with a high fever or injuries that don't impede their ability to walk having to support their teammate with an injured leg. they're in much worse shape than teammate, but they have no choice. it's whump with a worried, guilt-ridden teammate cherry on top babey!!

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sick characters attempting to bring work home with them is so good. and when caretaker invites themselves over despite protests to make sure they're actually resting <3 and as a special treat, here's 10 dialogue prompts for it!

i know you. you're not going to rest at all, and you need to sleep.

"oh, no. you won't need that where you're going." "where am i going?" "to bed."

do you really think you're going to be focused enough to get any of this stuff done? you can barely stand.

the work will still be here when you come back feeling better.

you're going to make this worse. we can do this the easy way, or the hard way.

our boss is an asshole. no one is going to die if this report is a day or two late.

if i come in here one more time and find you replying to emails while you should be asleep, i'll take away your computer.

your health is more important than this stupid assignment.

you know that the reason you're so sick is because you run yourself into the ground with this stuff, don't you?

"wait, you're staying? i thought you were just dropping me off." "i was, until i saw you shove a bunch of files into your bag."

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Someone listening to their coworker on the other side of their cubicle sniffling and intermittently sneezing over and over throughout the course of an hour or so first thing in the morning, until eventually they pop their head up to ask if everything’s okay…

But when they find their poor coworker with their nose buried in a handful of tissues, desk cluttered with crumpled tissues and several varieties of cold medicine, eyes red and damp, the question dies on their lips. Instead of saying anything, they get up to go to the break room to make the poor thing a big mug of tea (and maybe restock on tissues from the supply closet).

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Sick person accidentally revealing that they’re sick when they end up crying over a minor thing that they wouldn’t usually care about

Cue someone rubbing their back for comfort and.. Hey… They feel pretty warm… Are they feeling ok?