#can't stop coughing and i'm running a low grade fever

[miodiodavinci]

well 😔 after literally 3+ years of masking and double masking with N95s and KN95s and social distancing and not going anywhere where i can't be assured i won't be in close proximity to someone with COVID ya boy got COVID , , , ,

[simping-for-joe]

I Will Be Right By Your Side

Leon Kennedy X Reader

You wake up feeling awful with a fever and Leon makes it his priority to make you feel better.

A/N: I got a sinus infection and watched Infinite Darkness again, I love Leon in this show and I'm upset Infinite Darkness Leon doesn't get more love cause he is so pretty. I want to live in his hair, it looks so soft, and he's such a sweetheart, I just love this man so much

You woke up this morning and immediately wished you had never woken up. You groan out in pain, a pounding headache that wasn't there last night greets you. You pull your covers up a little higher as you're freezing just from the ceiling fan above your bed.

You can't breathe properly through your nose and you let out a harsh cough. The idea of getting out of bed makes you want to cry as you hug a pillow.

"Hey, I've got to go soon-" Leon suddenly comes marching into your shared bedroom. "You okay?" He stops looking at your concern.

"Need a minute..." You reply in a grumbling and nasally voice, vastly different from your normal speaking voice. His eyes widened when he heard you speak. "Is it that bad?" You ask him.

"Yeah... you really don't sound good baby." He says softly as he sits down on the bed close to you. He gently touches your forehead and cheeks. "Sweetheart, you're burning up." He notes worried, you lean against his touch as his cold hands feel nice on your skin.

"I'm okay... really," you try to reassure him but a shiver runs through you.

"I'll be the judge of that." He replies before getting up and heading to the bathroom. He returns with a thermometer, you roll your eyes but let him get your temperature. "And that would be a low-grade fever, congratulations you're staying home." He says patting you gently.

"Leon, I'm fine." You try to argue but a harsh right afterwards does not help prove your point. Also, the fact you are shivering despite being under your comforter.

"Alright... so here's the plan. You're going to call out of work-"

"No..."

"And I am going to take you to the doctor's."

"No, Leon, I am fine. You are not missing work for me." You try to argue with him.

"You are sick, there is nothing to argue about here." He tells you annoyed. You sigh, he was right, you're pretty sure if you went to work you'd end up passing out.

“Still… it’s just a low grade fever, I don’t need to go to the doctors.” You try to argue.

“Okay then… how about I just stay home and take care of you?” He suggests brushing some hair from your face. “We get some food, and watch something on the couch.”

That sounded really nice you weren’t gonna lie, and at the moment you just wanted to hug someone. Cuddling with your boyfriend as your sick and your head is killing you sounds amazing.

“Alright… that sounds good.” You nod and he smiles, before you know it he’s picking you up from bed and carrying you to the living room. You yelp out gently as he picks you up, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He smiles softly happy to have you in his arms, as he carries you to the couch. You lean against his chest and shut your eyes hoping to relieve some of the just misery you are feeling.

Leon makes sure you have water and doesn't let you leave the couch unless you have to use the bathroom. You think he's being dramatic, but if you're being honest you like being pampered like this.

You look at Leon who is busy watching the show you put on, he seems relaxed. It makes you smile softly as you relax further against him. He kisses the top of your head and turns up the TV a bit.

Maybe this sick day was good for both of you.

[georgiapeach305132]

You are such a tease about Story’s husband!!! I’m loving it, it is definitely a pick me up that I needed today. I want to ask what happens when EVERYONE has the flu because that’s what’s going on in my house right now.

Oh no! I hope you get to feeling better 🖤

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Quit Touching Me

Summary: The Drysdale's are SICK

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: yucky sickness

Warnings: Four sick kids and a sick Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 700

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Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.

"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."

He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.

"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."

"Don't want to."

"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.

Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."

"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"

You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."

Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.

"This really isn't that comfortable."

"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."

"Can I not just go get in my own bed."

"I really don't feel good."

"Would all of you just shut up?"

"Quit touching me."

"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."

"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."

You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."

"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"

"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."

"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."

"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.

"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.

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[cocobutnochanel]

A Dream Too

Genre: angst, drama, romance, flashbacks, exboyfriend!Baekhyun

Main Characters: Byun Baekhyun x Reader (oc: female)

Warnings: profanity, mature themes

Summary: Love or career, people always ask. When your ‘successful’ self crosses paths with the love of your life again, you’ll see another woman live your ‘dream’. 

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

'How do you truly move on?'

You ask yourself for the nth time today while waiting for the 20 minutes to pass you by so you can finally go home. Back to that thought, it was really confusing for you. You had no idea if you had moved on or just forgot. Or maybe, those wounds were just buried and no longer to be seen but nonetheless, still there.

"How do you move on?" You ask Dr. Kim who just entered your office, his tiny head peeping from the door's tiny crack. "Before you drift to your throughts again, you have a patient waiting. Your shift ain't over yet." Minseok, your friend since college and now colleague, calls the patient inside.

You sit straighter and clear your throat. A woman your age walks in with a three year old girl in hand.

You smile brightly at the child and her mom. "Hi, doc." The familiar little girl in pigtails waves shyly at you. "Hi, babe." She blushes at your usual nickname for her. This was the third time you have her over and you find her so adorable. She's so shy.

The woman your age hands you the file for them that was forwarded by the nurse. "Sorry to disturb you, doc. Areum is here to see you again." She laughs nervously as her child only bows in shyness. You put a hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Don't worry about it, ma'am. She's my favorite." You smile at the shy mother too. Probably where the little girl inherited it from.

Scanning the file, the child is said to have fevers. You remember too that three weeks ago, Areum came because of a fever. You take a thermometer to measure the child's temperature. "Kindly face the side, sweetie." You coo at her and she obliges in a second.

You sanitize the tympanic thermometer before putting it in her ear. While it hasn't come back with results, you ask her mother about how the child is. This happens so naturally. It was basically a routine. This was your dream.

"So since when did she have this fever?" You ask Areum's mom who was rubbing her child's back while you hold the thermometer in her ear. "Two days ago. Her immune system is really weak." She sighs sadly, looking at her kid with pitiful eyes.

You take out the beeping thermometer. Your eyes skim over Areum's temp, 39.2°. "How are you feeling then, Reummie?" You ask her while sanitizing the thermometer before putting it back.

You pick up the stethoscope around your neck. "Come here, babe." You say softly to Areum who willingly follows. You listen to her heartbeat and everything was pretty normal. The fever was the only thing bothering the child.

“Is there anything bothering you right now?” You frown a little at the little girl’s tiny grimace. 

"Headaches." She mutters under her breath. You nod at the kid's answer. "Do you have cough? Some other sickness?" You ask her again, a pen in hand to take note of what the child's answer could be.

She shakes her head at your question. "Just fever." Areum's mom smiled sadly when she answered.

"Since you've been getting on and off fevers ever since, we will just assume for now it's because of the weather. It’s been snowing hard, Areum needs to put more clothes on." You advice while jotting down the prescription for Areum after checking her heartbeat.

"Just take what I usually recommend. Also, her vitamins and diet should be more monitored, ma'am. Her water intake too." You say that without looking at her mom but you know she's nodding and listening.

Areum’s mom was exceptionally beautiful. She was an exact opposite of her but you admired her tremendously. You admired her strength and courage. It wasn’t easy to be a housewife and a very hands-on mom like her. God knows you would never do that for someone. 

Speaking of that, you never truly did. Your passion for medicine and science was always greater. Well, you thought so.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you sign at the bottom and hand the paper to Areum's mother. "If she still has fever until the end of the week, bring her back so we can run some tests on her." You say as she nods at everything you say. You hand her the prescription and she happily takes it.

"Thank you so much, doc." She smiles at you gratefully as she stands up. "Let me walk you out." You stand up yourself too and pick up your belongings that were prepared beforehand.

You hold Areum's hand as you three walk out of your office. Passing by the nurses' table, you log yourself out of your shift and finally proceed walking with Areum to the parking lot.

You see her reserved demeanor even grow when people and patients were around. She was an exact opposite of you, you think again. You were independent, confident and hungry for your career ambitions while she bowed a little too low. Women could be insanely different but still, her choice astounded you. It takes a lot of strength to be gentle, you ponder.

"Where are you going after, doc?" Areum's mom inquired when you entered the elevator for the basement parking, stopping you from getting lost further in your thoughts. "Just home." You press Basement 1 with your free hand as Areum held the other.

"There's a boyfriend waiting then?" She asks you with a shy smile, trying to make conversation. "I don't even have time for sleep. I can't imagine having one." You laugh at her question.

Wildly, you wonder back to your earlier thought. Maybe if I didn't become a doctor, I'd be a mother like her too. But I chose my dream.

You snap out of your thoughts and ask her back. "How about you, ma'am?" The elevator pinged and opened. "My husband's just picking us up to go home." She smiles with content as if her husband was everything. You kind of wished you had that too.

Well actually, you had it. But you lost it too.

Before you could part ways with the shy kid and her even shyer mother, a black sedan pulls up in front of you.

A familiar man in a suit gets out, a face you know too well. "Appa!" You smile at Areum who was now running to the dapper man. Despite being sick, Areum was still excited to see her dad. Areum's mom walks over to the driver too and you finally look up.

You lost your breath the moment you recognized his face. It was him. The reason why you had asked such questions to Minseok. His face alone brought you the memory.

(flashback)

You wanted to bang your head against the desk as you skim over the Macleod's Clinical Examination for the nth time today. Nothing was going your way today. Med school was stressing you out, giving you a maximum of 9-hour sleep a week.

You hear some noise from your living room. You decide to take a study break and finally head out of your study. You haven't seen your boyfriend for a week despite living in the same apartment.

Despite his schedule being loose as a freelancer, your med studies were enough to stop the two of you from seeing one another.

You turn the doorknob and see a surprising scene in front of you. "W-What is this?" Your voice broke at the sight of Baekhyun and his luggage. His eyes were red and framed with dark circles. He looked sad and tired.

"I'm moving out." He states the obvious, sitting down on the sofa with a troubled face. "Why?" Your voice cracked again as it sounded so much like desperation and shock.

"You don't even have time for me." He mutters softly, obviously trying to stay calm. You were shocked at what he said. He loved you the most, he supported you the most. How could he not understand that this was your dream? How could he not understand that this isn’t forever? How could he demand so fucking much?

You fall to your knees weakly as tears in your eyes threatened to spill. "It's not your fault. I'm not even forcing you to choose me, Y/N. B-But, I can't live like this. Not anymore." He huffs out as if it was a burden he had carried ever since.

"I know it's not my fault, Baek! Hell, you're making me feel bad for chasing my dream!" You cry in hopelessness. "I'm sorry." He whispers, meters away from you.

Tears have finally made way to your face as internal pain enveloped your being. "It's just that- I can't be with someone who doesn't have time." He tries to say it again as if it's gonna make things better.

"Is it really going to be worth it? Us breaking up over this?" You didn't want to beg but God knows you've spent half your life with this man, dreaming of spending the rest of it with him. Was he really not for you? 7 years just going down the drain because you didn't have enough time?

"Am I not enough, Baekhyun?" You ask once again when he falls silent, his face in his hands. "Am I not a reason enough for you to stay?" You were disgusted at how you were on your knees, begging a man to stay.

His face was filled with sorrow as his eyes avoid meeting yours. You suddenly remember that he was the same boy who loved you unconditionally with endless patience seven years ago.

"Byun Baekhyun, I have loved you ever since I saw you that day when you laughed out loud in front of the class while introducing yourself in fifth grade." You recall an image of the boy you have loved ever since. "Tell me, don't I love you enough?" Your lips were trembling.

"I'm sorry." Baek mutters again, making you cringe at his words. "Stop apologizing, for fuck's sake, Baekhyun! I’m asking you! Am I not fucking enough?" You explode in anger, tears and pain.

"Seven years..." You whisper to the air. It felt like it was just yesterday when you two were in high-school and in love. How did it end like this? How did it end just because of time. How could he not understand? "Don't you want me to reach my dreams?" You ask him again, tears streaming down your face.

He closes his eyes shut as tears started racing down his face too. It was at that moment you realized that you weren't the only one in pain. He was too.

Like how you are breaking right now, he had suffered in silence too. He saw how consumed you were, thinking he was no longer important in your life. He saw how this relationship made it hard for you to concentrate too. He saw how he slowly faded in your ‘dream’.

But still, it broke you knowing that you hurt him this bad. It broke you knowing that the pain was too much, he had to disappear.

Your world crumbled in front of you as he stood there in pain, determined to leave. He was your first love. He was your everything. How could something so beautiful end like this?

"I'm not forcing you to choose me, Y/N." He says painstakingly, sorrow and loneliness in his voice. The aching pain in his heart was now double as he sees you on your knees.

"Will you be happy?" You ask the love of your life as he held his things in his arms. He only nodded with gritted teeth, knowing it’d be hard for him too.

That was it. The sign you needed. You were gonna let him go. You loved him too much, you couldn't imagine letting him suffer even more. You would always wish for his happiness. So you take a deep breath and nod back at him too.

For the last time, he speaks to you. "I'm not forcing you to choose me because I'm holding you back. So reach your dreams, Y/N. Reach it without me, doc." He stands up and finally departing for good, leaving you broken and your questions unanswered.

Today's Byun Baekhyun looked no day older than he did the moment he left the apartment you two shared. The supposed life you two were going to have.

"This is Dr. Y/L/N, she's Areum's doctor." Areum's mom happily links his arm with Baekhyun, snapping you out of your momentary flashback. A soft 'oh' falls from his lips as a lump forms in your throat in silence.

You couldn't breathe. Your world stops like it just did six years ago while you were on your knees and on the floor of the same shared apartment. You weren't over him at all. Moving on meant completely being fine. But despite six years flying out the window since he left, he still had that effect on you. He still left you breathless like he did in fifth grade with his hearty laugh.

"You made it, doc." He gives you the same smile he had way back when he confessed that he had a crush on you in seventh grade. Your lungs constrict at the nickname and you couldn't say a word.

His eyes shone with adoration and love that was once for you. "Yeobo, do you know her? She's a very good doctor." Areum's mother cheered, her daughter nodding in agreement too.

You see him pick Areum up in his arms. Now, the little kid resembled him a lot. It made sense, you know. He was now with a girl who could only see him in the future. He was with a woman who loved him enough to give up on her career. How could you not notice?

"Appa, I'm hungry." Areum murmured against her father's shoulders. Baekhyun rubs his daughter’s back as Areum’s mom places a chaste kiss on her husband’s lips. Tears pooled in your eyes as a familiar pain spreads in your chest. 

"I-I better get going." You stammered, feeling abandoned all over again. You knew you were going to cry if you stayed one more second with them.

He had moved on. He had a family. While you, on the other hand, are still stuck over something that happened years ago.

"Do you know her? Is she okay?" You can hear Areum's mother pry to her husband once again. Husband, your heart ached at that thought.

Before you were out of earshot, you hear Baekhyun's answer to his wife's question that makes you want to run back home and cry. Everything finally made sense. You weren't happy despite reaching your dream. It wasn’t complete. You still pondered over moving on. You still wondered how he was. But right in this moment, you realize it.

"Just an old friend, yeobo." No, Baekhyun, you were my dream too.

[arsyirachie]

Photograph Journey ~Hiroshima & Kanagawa Hen~ English Translation

Note :

english wasn't my main language, and me also still studying Japanese...

Therefore, please kindly understand that this translation might not that accurate^^

Chapter : Hiroshima Route Prologue / Opening -part 1-

If I take a look at the calendar, it's almost the end of summer....

Even so, the heat still as hot as in the middle of summer.

One day, my condition wasn't quite good that I need to stay on bed.

I got a fever since last night, and I didn't leave my futon until this morning.

Haruho :

*Cough cough*

Richard :

"Are you okay?"

Haruho :

"Mm.... It's alright. Also, I'm sorry...."

Richard :

"Why are you apologizing? Sick person didn't need to apologize at all"

Haruho :

"But.... I've been causing Richard too much trouble since yesterday...."

Richard :

"Hey! hey! Don't get in low spirit and putting your face down like that, that's no good y'know~"

"I know that having strong sense of responsibility is one of your good traits, even so, at least when you're sick, please be more dependant on people around you"

Haruho :

"...yes. Thank you, Richard"

Richard :

"It's nothing!"

"If there's anything I can help you with, please tell me, okay? I'll do anything!

Haruho :

"Okay"

Richard is always kind to me who is having cough.

Talking about Richard.... Actually, he is a foreigner who are currently living in homestay in my house. He come from English.

Since long ago, my dad and Richard's dad has been close friends...

And so, when Richard come to Japan, it's decided that he will stay here.

He is a gentle person, or you can say he's very kind and polite.

Since he like Japan very much, he always brimming with curiosity.

He really want to know about anything related to Japanese.

He kinda like a full spirit brother to me.

Richard :

"It's about the time you should eat something, I'll go and made some porridge first."

Haruho :

"Thank you. But, Richard... You can make a porridge?"

Richard :

"Of course! Yesterday your mom taught me how to make it!"

Haruho :

"Is that so.... Then, I'll be in your care"

Richard :

"Understood!"

After smiling at me, Richard went to the kitchen and disappear from my sights.

Richard is always enthusiastically nursing me.

Whenever I opened my eyes after having a nightmare, he is always besides me. Thanks to that, I can feel a bit relaxed even after having a nightmare.

*Sighs*

But still... Getting sick is really....

My body feel hot and sluggish.

I feel like a in daze, having my head absent-mindedly.

That's why, when I'm alone in the room, the silence will immediately permeate.

If I'm alone, im sure it will be lonely as I need to take care of myself alone. I'm glad Richard is here....

Talking about that....

As my minds in a daze, I recalled about some memories of the past.

(at that time... When I were feeling anxious, there was a boy who filled my empty heart)

As I closed my eyes, from a long long buried memories, his figure comes to mind.

(what a nostalgic feeling.... Ah, no...)

I can recalled it vividly, as if our last meeting wasn't long ago, but happened just recently.

But, the boy in my mind... He was much younger than the current me.

So many times has passed, but I can't stop thinking about it.

---Ah, that's right.

Whenever I feel sick and lonely, it always made me recalled about those days.

Those days... When I were still a little girl---

.

.

.

Back then when I still 6th grade on elementary school, I lived in Hiroshima.

The me at that time, she were more shy person compared to my current self.

I were transferred into different schools so many times due to my parents job. On the other side, I'm also not good at making friends, thus I don't have many friends.

What worse, during the time when I moved to Hiroshima, my condition suddenly worsened.

Eventhough the symptoms weren't that bad, i had to be hospitalized for a while.

After finally getting closer with my classmates, but now I couldn't meet them.

Being hospitalized alone, it was so lonely for me who were still elementary schoolers.

Haruho :

"Umm, Mom.... I beg you, please come to visit me everyday, okay?"

Asking something like that, I just want to be spoiled by my mother after being hospitalized.

But, since my mother is very busy, she couldn't keep thinking about me only

After being hospitalized, she always visiting me everyday fo a while, but...

Mom :

"I'm sorry, Haruho. Tommorow mom have a lot of works to do, so I might not be able to come visit you. But, mom will surely come to visit you again"

Haruho :

"But, Mom...."

Mom :

"Mom really sorry.... But, you are a good girl right? I'm sure you will be okay"

Haruho :

"....yes...."

Since mom said something like that, it can't be helped.

(Even if mom not coming and I alone here, I must stay obedient)

(Because I am a 'good girl' after all)

I keep telling that to myself and secluded myself inside that sick room.

Because it was quite scary for my little self to wandering out alone in hospital.

But, as I spent day by day alone, gradually i started to enjoy having time for myself.

Haruho :

"I already finished reading all the books that mom brought for me"

(should I try to ask mom to buy me some new books when she coming here? Just right in the moment there's a book that I want to read...)

(but hey... Now that I take a look to the outside...)

"The weather outside seems nice..."

"Hmm... Should I go out for a little bit...?"

Just like that, I try to encouraged myself.

That day, for the first time, I went out from my sick room.

(Ah---- so this is what's outside the hospital building....)

(What a beautiful garden. There are plenty of flowers in bloom)

(...eh?)

As I walking around the garden, I caught a figure of small animal hiding behind some plants.

(Ah! There's a cat here!)

Haruho :

"Come kitty, come here..."

As I try to approach it slowly, the cat suddenly ran off.

Haruho :

"Ah, Mr cat, wait---"

I try cat chase that ran away cat.

As I trying to run with all my might, finally I am able to catch up the cat.

Haruho :

"It's okay Mr. Cat. I won't do anything bad to you."

As I try to reach out my palm, the cat seems a bit hesitant. But, after a while, finally the cat come closer and begin to lick my hand.

(Eh? He licked my hand)

"Hehe... He's so cute"

As I crouching down and hold the cat, at that time....

Haruho :

".. .?"

I can see the tip of someone's shoes.

(Who...?)

Just like that, I try to raised my head.

???

"What a cute cat..."

Haruho

"...y-yes."

There, standing a figure of a boy with somewhat fragile atmosphere.

//Continue to part 2🎉🎉//