#fevers

[feverflushed]

You know what's cute? Whumpees who dissociate during high fevers.

Whumpee has been battling a high fever all day. Caretaker tries to sit them at the dinner table for some soup, to fill their belly so they can take some medicine. Poor fevered whumpee just sits there, listless, with a thousand yard stare and bright red cheeks. Caretaker tries to grab their attention, but it's all for nothing. Whumpee just keeps shivering and staring into the void.

Caretaker caresses their cheek. "You really are not feeling well, are you, sweetheart? Let's get some food into you and tuck you back in bed".

[swooningdelirium]

more fever dialogue cause the worms in my brain demand it:

“let me take your temperature. …oh, honey.”

“103.8? that’s impressive.”

“i can feel your heart pounding. does something hurt?”

feeling lymph nodes for swelling and picking up the febrile heat at the same time

“your fever is breaking. that’s a good thing.”

“drink some more water. i think you’re dehydrated.”

“you had a fever this high and didn’t tell anyone?”

[mindblowingscience]

In the midst of a flu-induced fever, it’s easy to ask why your own body would subject you to the chills, sweats, and aches that go along with a temperature. New research offers some insight into what’s going on beneath the surface. Fever-like temperatures shift how certain immune cells behave, ramping up activity in some key infection-fighters and dialing down suppression in regulatory cells by modifying their metabolism, according to a study published September 20 in the journal Science Immunology. 

Continue Reading.

[snezus-christ-risen]

The phrase “flirting with a fever” to describe someone who is hovering on the cusp of a high temperature but their body won’t fully commit.

[selene-and-the-cold]

A person who is so sick that they just could not get comfortable all day. They kept coughing and sneezing so much that their throat, nose and ears hurt. Their headache only got worse over the course of the day from all the sneezing, sniffling, and noseblowing they did. Their body aches and their fever has them going from shivering to sweating profusely several times per hour.

It is all too much and they cannot find a comfortable position all day, tossing and turning, until finally, their SO arrives and takes them in their arms. Suddenly, all is well, and they finally, finally find some much needed rest, curled up in their partner's embrace, sobbing because all has been too much all day.

[empresskaze]

Feveruary has begun! I won't be doing every prompt but every few days I'll update this story based on the ones I did use. Story is Jay/vik obv. This setting is AU but set in a more modern day Piltover. It's not my prof AU one, this is more them in the Academy years. You'll see XD. Probably 6 shortish parts given how many prompts I plan on doing (title is from the song, Where Did You Sleep Last Night?)

Day 1: "How did you end up like this?"

Day 3: Caught in the rain

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I Would Shiver The Whole Night Through - Jayvik fic - Sick Viktor - 1/6

Jayce was bored. The pouring rain outside made leaving his place not ideal and he didn't feel like studying anymore. So he sat on his couch endlessly scrolling his phone looking for some distraction.

The sound of the drops hitting his window actually relaxed him in a way he wasn't used to. The last 6 months were some of the most stressful of his academic life.

First, the lab fiasco, then the falling out with...

Jayce shook his head, jogging any memories of him out of his mind while he read up on this year's entries for the Young Innovators Competition. Sadly though that only made more thoughts flood his mind so with an annoyed sigh, Jayce tossed his phone onto the cushion next to him.

Leaning back, his hand cupped his forehead, massaging the sides of his head.

Ancient history, that's what it was, all ancient...

A knock on his door made him gaze nonchalantly over that way. He wasn't expecting anyone, especially not in his weather. For a good long moment he considered simply ignoring it but the second knock came much faster and harder than the first.

Pushing up, Jayce made his way to the door on the verge of telling whoever it was to get lost. Words and frustration firmly on the tip of his tongue, he swung the door open.

"Hey, what the...." Jayce froze. Whatever he was about to say evaporated quicker than morning due in sunlight upon seeing the hunched over shivering frame of his former partner. "Viktor?" Any annoyance at being disturbed was instantly gone as Viktor looked up at him, those amber eyes forever lined with bags that looked extra predominant today. As if he hadn't slept in days.

Viktor stood, one hand gripping his cane which Jayce could see was shaking. His normally fluffy hair lay limp at the sides of his gaunt face, he appeared paler than Jayce remembered. His clothes drenched, sticking to his frail body like cold glue, water pooling around his feet as it soaked the hallway floor. It was then Jayce realized Viktor wore no coat, had no umbrella, nothing to protect him from whatever had caused him to be out in the driving rain.

"Sorry...I..." Viktor's voice sounded hoarse as he finally spoke. "I didn't know where else to go..." A faint flush of red illuminated his cheeks but it was gone so quickly Jayce thought he might have imagined it.

His brain still taking in the situations in front of him, the message finally got to his body to actually do something. "Right....right!" Jayce threw the door open wide enough, letting Viktor step into the seating area.

"Hold on...I-I mean sit...I'll grab a towel, or a blanket...just, hold on!" Jayce frantically pointed in the general direction of the couch as he headed into his bedroom. Taking a moment to survey the room, he grabbed a towel laying on the floor and blanket off his bed before dashing back out.

"Ok, here I...why are you just standing there?" Jayce felt bad as he nearly yelled at Viktor, to his knowledge, hadn't moved an inch from where he'd been. "Is it your leg, did the cold..." He asked, stepping forward.

"No!" Viktor barked, the pressure caused him to wince. He momentarily locked eyes with Jayce before looking away, "I...I didn't want to soak your chair." Viktor replied quietly as his fingers clutched the bottom part of his vest.

That actually brought a bit of a smile to Jayce's face as he approached, "It'll dry, come on you're freezing." He wrapped the thick blanket around Viktor's shivering shoulders, instinctively taking a step closer making sure it covered everything. Not that it wouldn't, the blanket was big enough on Viktor to make clothes out of. Pulling tight at the front, Jayce led his former partner to the sofa.

Leaning his cane against the side, Viktor slowly sat down, grimacing as he did.

"I'll make tea, here." He handed Viktor the towel. "For your hair." Jayce smiled as a thin hand retrieved it.

Jayce was happy the couch did not face the kitchen because the moment he had the kettle on the burner, he grabbed at his forehead cupping it in his hands. What the hell was going on? It had been 3 months, 3 months since after another heated argument, Viktor had stormed out of the lab declaring their partnership over, which had suited Jayce perfectly fine.

Well that part had been a lie. It hadn't only been an academic partnership that ended that night. Two whole months of trying to forget everything, everything, they'd been through, the time spent working, the late nights, the breakthroughs and setbacks, that first kiss...

Another full month finally getting his life back together, moving on. And now the only man he ever loved sat rain soaked on his couch.

The kettle sounded, Jayce poured the water over the tea, took a deep breath and headed back out.

Viktor, still bundled in the blanket, towel over his head trying to dry his dripping hair one handed as the other grasping the ends so the covering wouldn't slip.

"Here." Jayce handed him the mug, to which he got a whispered thanks, "And let me...I mean...if it's okay?" He motioned to the towel with his eyes.

Shoulders clenched, Viktor only gave a nod as he brought the mug to his lips. Neither spoke as Jayce stood behind, softly dabbing at the loose ends of Viktor's hair until it was only damp instead of saturated. Even with the tea and blanket, he noticed Viktor still trembling from the chill even if he was trying his damnedest to hide it.

Discarding the towel onto a kitchen chair, Jayce sat down next to Viktor ignoring the fact that he'd now probably get a bit damp.

"V?" He said the name cautiously not knowing how Viktor might react to it.

"Mm?" Viktor's gaze remained forward, hands firmly holding the cup.

Jayce mulled his next question over momentarily before deciding to bite the bullet.

"How did you end up like this?"

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TBC

[undercover-horn-blog]

"You feel a bit warm."

or

"You're a bit warm."

Said by the healthy person to the sick one after a quick, accidental touch or a mildly concerned forehead feel.

Drives me up the wall every time.

[whumperly]

Sick Whump

Edit as needed, add "reverse" if desired!

[whisper] - Sender whispers soothingly to a feverish receiver as receiver tries to sleep.

[check] - Sender puts the back of their hand on receiver's forehead, cheeks, and neck to check their temperature.

[blanket] - Sender pulls a blanket over a shivering receiver.

[soup] - Sender cooks a thin soup for receiver.

[service] - Sender cleans up for a receiver too weak to tidy their area.

[read] - Sender reads a book to a receiver who cannot sleep but is too weak to do anything.

[dab] - Sender wipes sweat from receiver's forehead. 

[wash] - Sender gives receiver a sponge bath. 

"You're burning up..."

"No, no, no— don't you even think about trying to get up. Lie back down, buster."

"Can I get you anything?"

"Don't look at me like that— you can have some when you feel better."

"Easy, easy! You'll make yourself sick again, eating/drinking that fast!"

"If you can't keep this down, I'm calling a doctor."

"Should I go outside and tell them to shut the fuck up?"

"Will you be okay if I leave for a little bit?"

"Aw, big baby... I'm teasing, I'm teasing!"

[feverflushed]

Melting into a puddle at the idea of someone being chilly all day, and coming home to find their significant other curled up in bed with a fever.

Of course they're sad to see their loved one so unwell, but getting to snuggle the human equivalent of a hot water bottle feels so good. After a whole day of feeling desperately cold, hugging their too-hot partner feels almost heavenly.

[swooningdelirium]

everyone loves a character who doesn’t know (or won’t admit) that they’re sick. and for good reason. but there’s something equally sweet about someone who doesn’t hesitate to tell their loved one something’s wrong:

• “i’m a little dizzy… my head is killing me.”

• “i don’t feel so hot.”

• “yeah, i think i’m coming down with something”

• “you think i have a fever?”

• “i woke up a little sniffly and tired, but it’s taken a turn for the worse.”

• “can you come pick me up? … yeah. apparently i’ve got a high fever and they’re sending me home, but i don’t think i can drive like this.”

• “i’m really cold.”

• “i can’t stop coughing. and sneezing. … oh, and shivering.”

• “my whole body hurts.”

maybe this isn’t the first time they have been sick around caretaker. maybe it took some time but now they know they can tell their person when they’re not well. or maybe this is the first time caretaker has seen them like this but the sick one is simply too delirious to keep their guard up. either way awww

[themadornithologist]

Autoimmune diseases, “Here, we got you this fever.”

Me: “Why!”

Autoimmune diseases, “Just because.”

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1229

Imagine the quiet moments before the caretakers put the whumpee through Hell.

It’s for the whumpees own good, of course, but there’s a brief moment they look at each-other because they know it’s going to suck.

Maybe they’ve got to manually pump the whumpees stomach of a toxin, maybe they have to reset bones or stitch up horrendous gashes without painkillers. Maybe it’s as simple as resetting a dislocated shoulder, but the whumpee is so out of it, holding them down will only cause more distress.

Either way, they feel awful for what they’re going to put the feverish and delirious whumpee through, but it’s their best hope of keeping them alive/being able to move them before they’re able to get them proper medical help.

[snezus-christ-risen]

Not sure why ‘fever pussy’ came up as a suggested tag on my last reblog but holy fuck what a concept 🥵

[selene-and-the-cold]

Thought of the day: the heaviness that comes with illness.

When the person is hit full force by their illness in the morning. They can barely open their eyes, alarm clock blearing next to them on the nightstand, but even opening one eye a crack costs so much effort. The lids feel leaden and swollen, and the mere thought of having to lift an arm to silence the alarm is pure agony.

When a person crashes after an entire day of muddling through their work despite coming down with a nasty cold, so as soon as they reach the sanctuary of their home, they collapse under the weight of their illness, barely able to make it to the sofa or the bed. They all but manage to kick off their shoes and jacket before they flop down, pulling a blanket halfway over themselves with heavy arms as they start to shiver from fever, falling asleep with the lights still on a mere minute after they lay down.

When a person has not managed to get up from their sickbed unattended for days. Their bones feel as heavy as stones, each movement costs them so much energy that it leaves them a panting, sweaty mess. Needing their SO/ friend to help them sit up whenever it is time for food or medicine. Having to be guided to the toilet, their SO's / friend's arm tightly wrapped around their waist to support them, while they lean heavily onto them.

Just a poor, sick person suffering under the weight of their illness.

[empresskaze]

I Would Shiver The Whole Night Through - Jayvik - Sick Viktor 3/6

Part 1 | Part 2

Day 10 “You’re safe, it was just a dream.”

Day 11 “You’re burning up!”

I've added the ao3 link to this to my master list which is in my bio.

also forgive any errors I wrote a lot of this in the dark without my glasses on xD

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I never asked for any of this Viktor!

She's using you! Using us why can't you see that!

It's not like that!

Fuck off you know it is! Forget it, forget us! I'm done!

Jayce hadn't realized he'd drifted off until that particular dream jerked him awake. He felt around for his phone, squinting at the bright screen popped on. 

11:32 pm

Hell, it wasn't even midnight yet. He couldn't have been out that long. 

Mel Medarda

Jayce couldn't get that menacing glint in Viktor's eyes as he spoke her name out of his mind.

Yes, she'd been a source of friction. Yes, he'd slept with her, but only after Viktor left. Cait was the sisterly confidant. Vi helped with distractions and drinking the memories numb. But Mel? She had taken the pain away, even for a short while. The first time Jayce hadn't thought of Viktor at all was that night. 

Given she'd been one of the catalysts that burned down their partnership, Jayce had been fully ready for any onslaught Viktor considered bringing on. Hence why his sudden laughter didn't make sense. But maybe that had just been the fever.

The fever, shit!

Rolling over, Jayce saw the huddled frame of Viktor shivering violently messily wrapped in both blankets. Jayce vaguely remembered himself having the thinner one on when he laid next to Viktor but at some point, Viktor had stolen it. Neither seemed to be helping as he shook hard enough, Jayce was suddenly worried he might fall off the bed. Scooting over, he grimaced, seeing Viktor's hair matted in sweat against his ashen skin. The bag under his eyes etched deeper than earlier as Viktor's brow creased severely. Teeth gritted, only hissing breaths escaped, as he'd pulled himself into the tightest ball his body could manage.

Carefully, Jayce reached his hand out to cup Viktor's forehead, who relaxed with a meek sigh momentarily, only to whine when the hand was pulled away.

“Shit V, you're burning up.” Jayce moved off the bed, heading into the bathroom. He soaked two of the hand towels, rinsing them rapidly, but they still dripped water as he returned to the bedroom.

“Hey, hey, it's okay.” Jayce tried soothing Viktor as he pulled away the blanket, which was nearly drenched. “I'll get you a clean one, don't worry.”

Viktor's thin fragile body racking with feverish shivers ached Jayce's heart. He should have gotten him out of those wet clothes immediately, started the shower right away, anything but let Viktor stew in freezing clothes sucking any warmth from him.  

Focus Talis, you can guilt trip yourself later.

Carefully, Jayce swept away the stray hairs stuck to Viktor's forehead as he laid one of the towels upon it. “It'll be okay.” He repeated, not sure at this point if he was talking to his patient or himself.

Viktor let out a weak moan, wincing when the cool cloth hit his skin. Jayce swore he heard him mumble something but Viktor's voice was too soft to discern any words.

Jayce then lifted the sweatshirt that was even more soaked from the fever than the blanket had been, but at this point, he needed to worry about lowering it before getting dryer clothes.  

Viktor winced as the cooler air hit his exposed stomach, hand flailing around, trying to push away Jayce's.

“Trust me, V, I don't like this anymore than you do.” Jayce remarked as he held the shirt up with one hand and lay the bigger of the two towels onto Viktor's slender waist.

Viktor howled, thrashing away from Jayce, who had to grab onto him so he wouldn't tumble off the bed. 

“C-c-cold.” The first words Viktor spoke stammered out through chattering teeth and dry cracked lips.. His sunken eyes remained closed, though. Jayce wasn't even sure if Viktor was fully awake.

“I know it is, V, and I'm sorry.” Jayce positioned himself closer to the still flailing man in an effort to calm him down. He wrapped his arm around Viktor's shoulder so his head now lay against his chest. Viktor clutched Jayce's shirt in his hand, still trembling, but Jayce could feel his body starting to relax.

It took roughly half an hour of Jayce continuing to keep Viktor close so he wouldn't pull off the towels before Viktor once again drifted back to a somewhat peaceful sleep.  

Jayce's heart pounded against his chest as he looked down at Viktor, who now slept quietly on his chest.

How familiar this felt.

When he believed Viktor was truly out again, Jayce maneuvered out from under Viktor, removing the towels to rinse and hopefully replace without as much drama as before. This time he only decided to put the one on Viktor's forehead back on. He got a small moan as Viktor's head turned away but nothing else.

Jayce sat back down on the bed, once again looking at his phone.

Almost 2am, no wonder he was tired.

However,Viktor needed another blanket, so Jayce emptied the dryer so Viktor would have a dry uniform ready. The original blanket offered was now dry, so Jayce tucked it in around Viktor while repositioning the towel that had fallen.

Then he collapsed back onto the bed, staring at Viktor until his eyes finally closed.

****

A frantic spasm woke Jayce from a dreamless sleep. Nearly bolting up, he saw Viktor gasping for breath as he wildly looked around the room.

“No! No! You can't!” He rasped, “I worked so hard!” His voice cut out as he bent over coughing 

“V! Hey, look at me.” Jayce said calmly.

“Jayce?” Viktor looked at him as if he was seeing a ghost. He squinted as he took in his surroundings. “Where am I? What happened?”

“You're safe, it was a dream.” Jayce grabbed the towel, which had fallen off Viktor's head.

“A dream?” Viktor blinked, then rubbed his head. “I don't even remember now.”

“What do you remember?” Jayce asked, sitting himself up against the headboard.

Pulling his knees to his chest, Viktor rested his chin on them. “We were in your living room, right?”

“Yes, you have a fever, probably from the rain.”

“Right, yes...the rain.” Viktor coughed again.

“Here.” Jayce stood up. “I'm going to grab some water and Tylenol for you. And then you're gonna tell me what happened, okay?”

Viktor lowered his gaze but Jayce saw him nod his head.

“Okay then.” Jayce said and headed to the kitchen.

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TBC, next part will be posted on the 18th