#Coughing

[warmasf]

Thinking ab tiny, comforting, caretaking gestures

Caretaker gently touching whumpees thigh under the table, letting them know that their discomfort isn’t being ignored

Caretaker holding onto whumpees bicep, keeping them steady under the guise of a meaningless touch

Caretaker rubbing small circles on whumpees back as they cough or get sick, giving them a bit of comfort through the violence of their illness

Caretaker playing with whumpees sweaty hair, feeling their fever-warm skin and holding them close

Caretaker whispering small words of encouragement, little “shh”s and “it’s okay, it’s okay”s under their breath as whumpee cries, because they just don’t feel well

Whumpee collapsing into caretakers arms as they sob, because they’ve never felt this loved through such small actions

[feverflushed]

A has been coughing for days now. The kind of deep, painful cough that makes one almost gag, and makes their abdominal muscles so awfully sore that they end up trying their best not to give in into another coughing fit.

B is sitting on the couch next to A, reading and just having some downtime, as A is lying down with their head on B's lap, trying to rest.

A's breathing is all shades of noisy and messed up. There's a deep, rhythmical wheeze deep in their lungs, and a gurgly, phlegm-filled rattle every time they breathe.

B: "A, love? You should cough. Your chest doesn't sound good at all."

A, whining: "No... abs hurt too much."

B: "I know, dear, but this infection is turning ugly quickly. You need to shake loose this ick in your lungs before it turns into pneumonia. If we're not already there, that's it. Here, let me help. Take a deep breath."

A complies, filling their exhausted lungs with air as much as they can, and B pushes forcefully on their diaphragm, eliciting a semi passive cough from A. They repeat the process a few times, and A manages to clean their chest a tiny bit.

B: "There... better?"

A nods and smiles weakly, finally a little less wheezy.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Laughter that devolves into a pained coughing fit>>>>

[aceofwhump]

The thought behind this gifset? Peter looking sad, tired and sick while in a holding cell. Curled up on the sad cement bed, pale and coughing, his fever getting worse and worse, still with blood on his skin and in his hair (why didn't anyone let him at least clean up?) from literally dying.

Heroes 1x11 Fallout

[incognitopolls]

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[that-bi-fan]

sickfic writers. give your whumpees a dry cough.

dry cough will cause:

headaches

throat pain

sternum pain

back pain

rib pain

it will make the following actions hurt:

coughing (obviously)

laughing

bending over

deep breaths

suppressing the cough

if your whumpee has had a shoulder injury, either past or present, their shoulder WILL HURT WITH EACH COUGH.

sincerely, someone with a dry cough

[whumpypepsigal]

Chicago Med s10e15: “You just need to hang on a little longer, all right?”

+bonus:

[anigst]

The Yuzuki Family’s Four Sons - Ep 11

He's bedridden with fever and the first thing he thinks about: i gotta prepare breakfast for my younger siblings.....

[where-is-my-whump]

Tatort Saarbrücken - Das Ende der Nacht

Fanfiction <- was danach passiert

[warmasf]

B has been feeling a little weird all day. A little shivery, a little tired, a little achey, starting to get sniffly, but overall okay. They don’t feel sick per se, just a little off.

Cut to B having a little movie night with their partner A, who is cradling B’s head in their lap. A is carding softly through their hair as they feel B’s breathing start to grow deeper and slower. They smile and move their fingers down towards B’s eyes, only to brush their forehead and stop. Is it just them, or is B feeling a little warm? They move their hand to B’s cheek, their other cupping the nape of their neck.

“You feeling okay? You feel really warm,” A asked, feeling B roll a little bit in their lap.

B mumbled something before burying their hot face deeper into the blankets and sniffling liquidly.

“Aw honey, let me get you some Tylenol so you can get some rest.”

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Sick, Fainted Hero Request- Part 4

Holy smokes this series is ancient. But I refuse to let it become an abandoned wip so easily. Here is part 4, three years later! I hope you enjoy!

Part 3

Villain listed off the symptoms they had noticed Hero exhibiting. There was a tense pause over the phone.

“Medic?” Villain asked, “you still there?”

“I’m coming over,” came Medic’s reply.

“What!? No! Hero said no doctors! They’ll feel so betrayed-”

“It’s either a doctor or an undertaker, Villain. I’m coming over.”

The call ended with a beep. Villain lowered the phone to their side, standing still as a statue. Hero was not going to like this. Not one bit.

…

Hero coughed themselves awake. The TV was playing some hospital drama series. Hero looked down at the remote in their hand. How long had they been out?

There came a knock at the door.

“Hero?” Villain called, “can we come in?”

“Sure.” Hero turned the TV off, “wait, “we”?”

The door opened before Hero could take it back. In walked Villain and someone Hero didn’t know. They carried a large, black bag with them. There were no labels on it to indicate what the contents might be.

“Hero, this is Medic,” Villain said, “they want to check you over and make sure you’re getting better.”

Hero’s gaze flicked from Villain to Medic, Medic to Villain, Medic, and finally rested on Villain.

“I said no doctors!” Hero argued.

“No worries,” Medic said, opening their bag, “I lost my license years ago.”

Hero tried to scuttle back on the bed, coughing as they did so. As they moved, the blankets became rumpled, exposing them to the cool air. Chills wracked their body and Hero rushed to recover their source of warmth.

Medic shoved a thermometer in Hero’s mouth.

“Mm!?”

“No talking,” Medic said.

Hero huffed but became still and silent. The thermometer beeped in time with a blinking red light.

“One hundred and three,” Medic shook their head, setting the instrument down.

They pulled out a stethoscope. They rubbed the metal chest piece against their shirt in an attempt to warm it up. Hero still jumped when it came to rest against their skin.

“Breathe in,” Medic instructed.

Hero did as they were told, trying their best not to cough.

“Good. Out.”

Medic’s expression was unreadable. Hero did let a few coughs slip, but Medic didn’t seem to mind. They produced what looked like a wide popsicle stick.

“Say “ah”.”

Hero let their mouth fall open and rasped out a wheezy “ah”. Medic shined a flashlight into their mouth.

“Mhm,” Medic said.

Medic discarded the medical popsicle stick into the waste bin.

“Sounds like what I suspected,” Medic said, “pneumonia. How long have you been feeling this way?”

“I mean… it’s not unbearable-”

“How long, Hero?” Medic fixed them with a stern frown.

“…A few days. I think. I’ve kinda been passing out off and on…”

“When was the last time you ate something?”

“That would be this morning,” Villain chimed in, “I brought them some soup.”

“Before that?”

Hero wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.

“You… have been eating regularly, haven’t you?” Villain asked.

“So, the thing is-”

Another bout of violent coughs, which sent pain surging through their chest and throat.

“I’ve been busy, and besides,” Hero croaked, “I saw somewhere that fasting is good for you!”

“Oh my gosh, Hero!” Villain shouted.

“Did you do any research into how you would try a diet change like that, or did you just stop eating?” Medic asked as their brow quirked.

Hero had to blow their nose before answering. They aimed for the trash can, but like all the other snotty balls of germs, the crumpled tissue wound up on the floor instead.

“I had a couple snacks here and there,” Hero admitted, “like this one kid gave me their fruit roll-up after I saved them from an incoming car.”

Villain had their face in their hands. When Medic spoke, it was with a practiced calm.

“I think it is in your best interest to check into a hospital. You need fluids, nutrients, and antibiotics.”

“But-”

“May I speak with you, Villain? Privately?”

Medic stood, packing up their bag and going out into the hall. Villain gave Hero a worried look before following.

…

“They need to get to the emergency room- now.” Medic whisper-hissed, “Their fever is only going to climb from here, and without proper treatment they could die. Who knows how much their malnutrition has weakened their immune system. I don’t care what you have to do- threaten to blow up the city or something if they don’t go, isn’t that what villains do?”

Villain sighed.

“You and I both know my crimes don’t involve civilian casualties. They won’t buy that for a second.”

“With the way their condition is progressing, they’ll be delirious pretty soon. You can tell them anything.”

Medic headed out the front door.

“Look, I know I’m not a goody-two-shoes or anything, but, Hero’s a good person. They’ve helped this city in more ways than I can count. Don’t let them die of their own stupidity.”

Medic got in their car and drove off. Villain glanced toward the staircase at the sound of coughing. They made up their mind. As they climbed the stairs, they started rehearsing what they were going to say to force Hero to cooperate. They’d do whatever it took to get them well again.

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[letthewhumpbegin]

Criminal Minds, s4e24

My GIF masterlist

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[nexeliam]

Arcane got me so hooked the last few weeks! And I got inspired by a really touching story from Ivalop on AO3 called "Not while I'm around" It is really wholesome, go and give it a read!

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 8:

Prompt: "Isolation"

Arka Sokaklar 557. - 558. Bölüm

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