#sicktember 2022 day 11

[nurse-buckley]

Sicktember Day Eleven - Emergency Room/ Ambulance

Fandom: 9-1-1  Pairing: Buck x Reader  Word Count: 1,095 words  Prompt: @sicktember Day 11 - Emergency Room/ Ambulance, written for the amazing @floralbuckleys  Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @writingmysanity  If you want to be added or removed from my tagslist, please let me know!  

Buck had warned you on more than one occasion to be careful carrying stuff down the steep stairs of his loft, even more so now you had both welcomed the latest edition to your family. The shelter a block from your shared apartment had had a special event for the cats and kittens in their care with their kennels recently overwhelmed. With a lot of pleading from you and the endless cute cat photos you'd sent to Buck, he had eventually caved and you’d adopted Sammie, a beautiful little white and ginger cat who had definitely made the place her home. 

“Come on girl,” you gently nudged her with your foot to try and get her to walk ahead of you, your hands full with a basket of laundry that had built up. You giggled as she didn't listen, flopping over dramatically in front of you before moving to weave in and out between your legs as you continued to ignore her. 

You’d had a few near misses, Sammie wanting to be right by your side, rubbing her face against your legs as you attempted to move past her. “Sammie, come on sweetheart, you’re going to trip…” you didn’t have time to finish your sentence as you came tumbling down the stairs, Sammie running off to hide with her tail fluffed as the flying laundry startled her. 

You tumbled down the stairs, each one seeming to find a new spot to hit, sending jolts of pain through your body until you flew forward, your head landing on the floor with a sickening thud. 

With the wind knocked out of you it took a little while for the initial shock to wear off. You took a shaky breath before you began to move each of your legs, testing for injury, moving higher and higher as you checked your body over. When it came to checking your wrist, you let out a yelp as a jolt of pain shot up your arm.  The jerk sent another pain through your head and you could already feel the large lump forming near your temple where you’d made impact with the ground. You lifted your hand to inspect the side of your head, gasping when it came away with a smear of blood from a cut on your forehead. 

With the danger over, you glanced around as you heard a meow, the sound followed by Sammie who had come out from her hiding spot to investigate what had happened. She made her way over coming to nuzzle against your side; if you knew better you would think she was apologising for causing the accident. 

“And this is why we’re careful on the stairs,” you groaned as you cautiously sat up. Sammie seemed to take this as an invitation and she climbed onto your lap, her paws coming to rest on your chest as she nuzzled against your face. “Alright, get off me. I guess I’ve got to go and get checked out at the hospital.  What’s your dad going to say about this? You think we can get away without calling him from the ER?” 

Being gentle, you shoved her off before you slowly got to your feet, glad you were the only injured party between you. Once you were sure you were okay to stand, you made your way to the bathroom, grabbed some gauze for your head, and left your apartment for the short walk to the hospital. 

By the time you arrived in the ER and were triaged, the pain in your head and wrist had doubled and you were beginning to think maybe it would be a good time to call Buck. 

“Y/N?” 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard your name in an all too familiar voice. You turned just in time to see Buck and Eddie wheeling a patient into the ER, cursing whatever power had led them to bringing someone in at that exact moment. 

“Heeeeeey babe. It’s not as bad as it looks,” you replied. 

Buck wasted no time, checking that Eddie was okay being left with the patient before he made his way over to where you were sitting. 

“Let me be the judge of that,” he said as his hands came to hover over you, afraid to hurt you as he checked over your injuries. He put a gentle hand over the one holding the bloodied gauze to your head, pulling it away with a hiss as he got a glimpse at the wound. 

“Y/N what the hell happened? Why didn’t you call me?” 

“I swear, I was going to as soon as the nurse saw me. I wasn’t looking where I was going with the laundry and Sammie got under my feet and I ended up falling down the last few steps.” 

Buck sighed as he glanced over the various bruises that had begun to form over your body and the swelling in your wrist, “that looks like a lot more than a few,” he admonished.   “I’m going to go catch up with Bobby and let him know I’m staying with you, you’ll need someone to take you home with that head injury…,” Buck paused, “wait…how did you get here anyway? Did you drive with a head injury?  Y/n, do you even know how dangerous…” 

“Buck,” you interrupted him. “I’m not that stupid, I didn’t drive here…I walked.” You realised as soon as you said it and by the look on Buck’s face that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision you had made either, but you decided to chalk that up to the head injury.  

“Why didn’t you call 911, or me? You could have had a spinal injury, you could have a serious head injury and be unconscious on the side of the road right now,” he continued rambling off each and every worst case scenario he could think of. 

“I know and I’m sorry, I was embarrassed, you’ve told me time and time again to watch out for Sammie and I didn’t listen.” 

Buck silenced you with a chaste kiss to your forehead, “it doesn’t matter now, as long as you’re both okay. I’m going to take the rest of the shift off, take you home, and we’re going to get your favourite takeout and chill on the couch tonight.” 

You stopped him as he began to turn and walk away to find his captain. 

“What’s wrong baby?” 

“Can we stop by the store and get Sammie a treat? She’s had a trauma today too!” 

“Anything for you two,” he chuckled, shaking his head. 

[empresskaze]

Sicktember day 11: Emergency Room/Ambulance

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"D-Dearest," Gabriel’s voice shook as he whispered. "Do you know where we are?"

Liam head throbbed as he felt Gabriel’s cool hand cup his face. His eyes heavy, stinging with pain, fluttered open enough to see the tear stained face of his beloved looking at him with worry not suited for those beautiful eyes.

"I'll wager...a guess..." He felt so heavy as if gravity only focused on him.

"I k-know you don't like hospital but I-I didn't know what to do." Gabriel hiccuped, tears began welling again. "I couldn't get...your fever down and...uh...oh heavens, Jasper wife...the red-head..."

"Celeste." Liam rasped as he tried to sit up.

"Yes, thank you dear, I'm awful with names...oh don't sit up." Gabriel rested a hand on Liam’s shoulder easing him back. "Please, lay back, the nurse said you're quite dehydrated, conserve your strength." Gabriel let out a wavering breath and rubbed his forehead briefly.

"How'd...we get here?" Liam tried focusing on Gabriel but the fluorescent lights of the ER burned his eyes, the humming aggravating his head.

"Jasper drove us." Gabriel fussed with the blanket and then brushed Liam’s matted hair from around his pale face, his flushed cheeks the only hint of color. "He asked me to...text him..." Gabriel looked away embarrassed, "When you're released, he went to fetch his friend from work."

Liam nodded then winced as everything hurt currently. "Did...whoever saw me say when that might be..." He was happy he was already too dazed for his anxiety to bother him.

Gabriel shook his head, "You need fluids," He motioned to the IV, "and your fever must get under control." He rubbed his forehead again.

A pang of worry hit Liam’s chest, "Love, I'm not...going anywhere, why don't you take a cab home and rest."

"I'm fine..." Gabriel said wishing his voice didn't betray him. "I'm not leaving." He took Liam’s hand on his, rubbing the top with his thumb.

Liam’s dry cracked lips managed a smile, "I knew you wouldn't." He closed his eyes falling back into a dreamless sleep.

[myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19]

EMERGENCY ROOM

@irathgo @smellofsnoww @luna-rein

Keir has been poisoned and James had to take him to the hospital.

****************

Keir tried his hardest to stick by James' words, 'stay awake kid." He said to him over and over. At this point Keir forgot why he had to. The pain in his abdomen burned and he could only think about it as James held him in the back of the taxi.

"We're almost there, kid," he said with urgency, fear and worry in his voice.

Keir couldn't keep a word of what James said. The only thing he understood was the hand on his stomach as he lay on his side gritting his teeth and hoping the pain just goes away. Then there was another hand on his head brushing his sweat and hair away from his face.

"Come on kid we're almost there," James said again but Keir only had pain in his mind. James brushed his dark hair back. Trying to give as much comfort as he could.

He could have treated this himself but this was genuinely out of his control.

Keir coughed out, James supported him the best he could. Without a thought James pulled the handkerchief out and wiped the blood from Keir's face.

This wasn't good, James hoped he was wrong. He hoped the poison hadn't already gotten so bad it was starting to shut the boy's organs down.

".......it hurts….. make it stop….." Keir pleaded through gritted teeth.

"It's alright kid," James comforted, he brushed the boy's hair back again. He's a little hot. "I'm taking you to get some help."

Keir just nodded despite not understanding anything.

His heavy breathing was getting slower and weaker. James' stomach dropped.

"Hey kid," James called out. The pain could probably be getting so bad he's almost passing out. "Stay awake kid come on." He said, shaking the boy to get his attention.

Keir had an expression of pain as he looked up at the man who was shouting at him. "James…. It's too…. Too much." He cried.

James felt for the kid but he really couldn't do anything until they got to the hospital.

"Hey man speed up, he's dying back here," James yelled to the driver. But the man was already driving as fast as he could.

"I'm already over the speed limit," the driver snapped.

James tsked then turned back to Keir, he'll try and focus on keeping him alive.

"Come on kid, you can get through this." He encouraged.

The boy grit his teeth as he kept clutching his stomach.

James kept an eye out on the road and an eye on Keir. They were getting close. Just entering the gates.

James smiled in relief. "Alright kid, we're here just a little more." He said then he looked down.

Keir wasn't clutching his stomach anymore and he wasn't gritting his teeth. His arms were motionless and eyes were closed. More blood dripped from his mouth.

"Keir?" James called out, there was no response. He's fainted again, from the pain or the poison he doesn't know.

"Damn it kid." James cursed. If he passes out now he might not wake up.

James pushed the taxi driver some more and held on to Keir's hand. He still has body temperature though it's high but it's there.

They reached the hospital doors and James got out before the taxi driver had the chance to park. James was already outside ready to pull the kid out.

He pulled the boy out of the car. Carried Keir inside. The boy's head rested on his chest and legs and arms held up by James.

"Code blue!!" James shouted out to get the staffs attention as he carried the boy inside.

All the staff turned to him and some rushed immediately.

Before the doctor could ask James answered. "20 year old male, accidental poison ingestion."

"How long since exposure," the doctor asked.

"30 minutes," James answered. The doctor looked a little confused and again James answered before she could.

"I'm a retired nurse. I had been active for 15 years."

The doctor nodded. "Then you can assist us."

James agreed and reported everything else. He said what poison he suspected Keir had taken, how it affected him and how long James thought it would take the poisons to kill him. It was deadly and acted fast. He tried to keep Keir awake because the last stages happened when the victim was asleep. They usually never woke up.

With that they took his boy away. James sat down on the floor, the fear and exhaustion just hitting him now that Keir was taken away. He should wake up soon.

'Please wake up kid, you can't do this to me.' he pleaded with his hands in his hair.

***********

Keir's eyes opened slightly, his mind was numb and he looked at the bright light above him. He turned his head and blinked at the white figures around him. He didn't understand what was going on but his throat hurt and burned. There was something in his mouth.

One of the people looked at him, she said something but Keir couldn't understand. His eyes closed shortly after.

**********

James heard from one of the nurses that they pumped the kid's stomach and they were now still working on him. James thanked the nurse but that just made him even more terrified. They had an antidote quicker because James told them what type of poison it was.

He took a shaky breath. His thoughts wander to terrible places.

"Why the fuck does that psycho have to have his eyes on the kid?" James thought, 'Keir did nothing to him and was never going to. Shit.'

He should have stopped Keir the moment he came to that alleyway.

**********

Three hours of waiting and being on edge was made worse when James saw the medical staff all rush to the kid's room.

He knows all too well what they were shouting. The kid was in danger. His stomach dropped.

He stopped one nurse.

"What happened?" He asked the man as he gripped his arm a little too tight.

"Please sir," the man said as he tried to break free of James' hold. "We're doing what we can for him just, calm down."

James blew off on the guy. "You want me to calm down when he could quite literally be dying?!"

"Please trust the doctors." The nurse said again. James had dug his hand into the man's hand a little too deep. His face twisted a little.

James realized what he was doing and let go.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He said as he let go of the young nurse and took a step back. He's been in the young man's situation before. A worried family or close friend has gotten handsy before on him as well.

"Please, you can go to work." James said as he stepped back.

The nurse frowned, worry across his face. "We'll do all we can, sir." The nurse told him and then left.

James sat back down. Hands clutching his blonde hair. A few tears stinging.

*************

Hours later they finally told James something.

The poison spread quite far so he might be in the ICU for a while. He isn't even able to breathe on his own, his heart stopped at some point and that's why the doctors were rushing. The kid was now in a medically induced coma.

***************

James held on to Keir's limp hand. It's been a while since he brought the kid. The doctors have done all they can. It's now up to the kid. James would inspect the kids vitals and any changes he might show. Then when he was done he would sit down and talk to the kid hoping for a response.

But that never came. Keir was always motionless and asleep. It was three days later and still no changes. He looked a little like death and nearly cyborg-like with all the machines hooked to him. But he can't be negative now.

James would help keep the kid groomed. Comb his hair, shave him a little and anything else. James lightly brushed the kids dark black hair that seemed to lose its own signs of life. It was dull and lost its shin. That made no sense and James thought it was in his head.

*************

James walked into the room like he has been for the past five days and nearly stopped breathing when he saw all the doctors and nurses in the room.

"What happened?" He asked as he rushed into the room. "Is the kid okay?"

A doctor turned to him with a slight hopeful look in his eyes. "It's alright sir, your godson is fine. He can breathe on his own now and we're detaching the machines."

James actually smiled for the first time since he brought the kid. "Really?" He asked as he got closer.

The doctor moved out of the way and let him see the boy. Keir was still pretty pale and looked close to death but James was too happy with the fact that he could breath on his own. That's a good sign.

"We'll leave you alone." The doctor said and James didn't respond, his focus stuck on the kid.

"Well done kid," he encouraged the boy like he could hear him. " Now all you gotta do is come back, alright?"

No answer from the unconscious boy but that was fine. He'll come back soon. He still has a lot of things to do and he can't die now no way. He's stronger than that.

Keir didn't wake up that day.

*************

James came like usual, it's been a week now and the kid still hadn't woken up. But he wasn't getting worse. That's what James kept reminding himself.

He walked the now familiar halls. Saying hello to the workers and nurses. They've grown to know his charismatic personality.

All that charm and charisma disappeared when he got to the room but it was empty. He blinked at the already made bed. They had cleaned the place up and it even looked like there wasn't a person who was quite literally living here for a whole week. It didn't even smell like him anymore.

Maybe the kid got worse in the middle of the night and they had to move him.

James ran outside. To find anyone to give him answers. He saw one of the doctors that was treating the kid.

"Where is he?" James demanded.

The woman was a little startled and confused. "Excuse me?" She asked as she looked at the man that's become a regular.

"Where's the kid?" James asked again.

"Sir. I don't understand, we already communicated with you."

James' face turned to anger and confusion,"What are you talking about?"

"You sent some people last night to take him, they said you would take care of him at home." She replied.

"Do I look like I can afford to take care of him at home and while he's like that?" He snapped.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just they said they were sent by you. They even provided proof and qualifications"

"He's still in a delicate state. How could you let him be taken away?!" James yelled again.

"Please calm down sir. If you want you could report this as a kidnapping. We can't do anything at the moment." She offered.

James just walked away. "Nevermind I'll deal with this alone." He shouted as he left the hospital. That bastard couldn't really have taken the kid.

[fletcherwilbury]

@sicktember Day 11: Ambulance

Warning for Headache, seizure symptoms, and seizure.

[groundcontrol21]

Sicktember #11

Prompt #11: Emergency Room/Ambulance Alternate #3: Cuddling on the Couch

Characters: Anatoly (and Mashka)

Title: Finally Warm

Summary: Usually the bringer of open windows and chills to Anatoly’s home, Mashka finally brings him something a bit more welcome when he is ill with the flu.

The fire in the hearth stoked just about as high as it would go, Anatoly shuffled back to the sofa as his breath hitched miserably. “Heh’NNTSCHHOO! Hehh’TSCHOO! Hehh’ihhh’ISHHOO! Ehhh’KSHHH! Snf! Snf!” He heard a noise from the kitchen as he collapsed prone on the cushions, and moaned, his face pressed flat. “Mashka,” he called hoarsely, his voice cracking. “If you open the window, I’ll just cry. I don’t have the energy…”

That much was true; Anatoly was grateful that Lydia had dropped off soup for him earlier, for he was currently using up all his precious little energy on stoking the fire, relieving himself, and sneezing. And shivering. He burrowed into the thick quilt he had dragged from his bed to the sofa and checked to make sure that the cat hadn’t done what she did best after all.  Thankfully, Mashka was on the floor cleaning herself and the window appeared firmly shut, meaning the chills were all his own.

Anatoly cast around haphazardly in the cushions until he found the thermometer Lydia had made him use earlier. It was hardly a hygienic mode of storage, but he would put the thing through rounds of boiling and alcohol once he recovered. If he recovered, he thought bitterly as he shoved the glass tube under his tongue. This flu was beginning to feel like it would kill him. He held the thermometer there for what felt like an age, watching listlessly as the fire in the hearth swam across his fevered vision.

“Ehh’TSHHHHH!” 

The sneeze had struck without warning, and along with a thick strand of mucus, so too did Anatoly expel the thermometer. The tube clinked to the floor and rolled a bit. Mashka took cover behind a chair.

Anatoly groaned, but managed to grab the thermometer without rising from his prone position. He tilted it toward him and was unsurprised when the reading was higher than it had been when Lydia had checked on him. 

He let the thermometer fall from his hands, uncaring when it hit the sofa and bounced back to the floor. Luckily, he found the handkerchief more easily than he had found the thermometer, and he blew his nose for all the good it did. One sneeze later and he was completely bunged up again. 

“Heh’INNGSHHH’uhhh! Oh…” He held his temples and waited for the throbbing to back down to more manageable levels. He pulled the quilt up to his jaw, shivering so hard the sofa itself shook. 

Anatoly lay there for a miserably timeless stretch, trying to will his body to surrender itself to sleep, but between his bone-deep aches and the way he felt as though a personal ice-wind were blowing on him, it was impossible. He cast a forlorn glance at the closed window again before groaning.

“It’s freezing in-in-in here! AHH’KSHHH!” He sniffled and blew his nose again, coughing hoarsely into his handkerchief in the aftermath. 

Anatoly shut his eyes, but opened them again when felt a gentle weight on his shoulder. “Mashka,” he whispered with what little voice he had left. “What do you want?”

In response, she pawed at the quilt. Not in the mood to be scratched, Anatoly peeled it back for her, and the cat immediately jumped in to plaster herself against his chest with a satisfied purr. Anatoly smiled and replaced the blanket, and she curled in closer, instantly radiating heat like a hot water bottle. He felt his sore muscles relax a bit, the warm weight against his chest like a soft, soothing massage. 

“Thank you,” he murmured tiredly, finally warm enough to drift off to sleep. 

[lhaagain]

@sicktember Prompt 11 - Emergency Room/ Ambulance

Set somewhere during S3

Peter exited his car, pulling his cap on and trying to get the feel for the situation that he was arriving into. It was turning out time on a Friday night, and the road outside the Black Sail was particularly raucous this evening. They’d parked some distance away, learning from experience that drunk dockers weren’t good for the state of their sole vehicle. As they approached though, Peter realised that there was something decidedly out of the ordinary going on.

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[nywcgirl]

[sicktember]

Welcome to the Sicktember 2022 prompt list!

Sicktember is a month-long, multi-fandom prompt event that is taking place in September! This event focuses on sick characters and their caregivers.

Please refer to our FAQ . If you still have questions or need clarification, feel free to send an ask on this blog, or our personal blogs @yes-i-am-happyaspie and @obsessionoftheday.

We are so excited about this event and hope to have lots of participation! We can’t wait to read what you all create with these prompts!

[Text Version of the Prompts Below the Cut]

30 Prompts!

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.'

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. 'I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It's Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid reflux/heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ 

Alternate Prompts!

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

[woso-fan13]

Masterlist

Updated: 10 August 2023

USWNT

Make A Wish

The 3 P's

Everything is Going Swimmingly

Syrup & Strollers

Sleepless Sleepovers

Directions

Even if You're Little, You Can Do a Lot

What's In a Name?

Peanuts & Paramedics

Roadtrip

Roadtrip Part 2

Stuffed Rabbits & Regression

It's Not Drugs (At Least Not The Ones You're Thinking)

Everything Was Not Fine

New Year’s Eve

Adventures in Lelavators

Concussions and Cuddles

Baby Bunny

Catching Flights (And Also so Many Feelings)

It’s Fantastic

Fevers & Favorites

Trouble

Rough Day

WOSO

A Pale Face and Red Circles on your Cheeks

I Don't Really Know, But She Seems Fine

This is a Nightmare

WHUMPTOBER 2022

Number 1: A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Number 2: Nowhere To Run

Number 3: Hair's Breadth From Death

Number 4: Dead On Your Feet

Number 5: Every Whumpee's Needs

Number 6: Proof Of Life

Number 7: The Way You Shake And Shiver

Number 8: Everything Hurts And I'm Dying

Number 9: The Very Noisy Night

Number 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Number 11: 911, What's Your Emergency

Number 12: What Could Go Wrong?

Number 13: Can't Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs

Number 14: Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become A Villain

Number 15: Emotional Damage

Number 16: No Way Out

Number 17: Hanging By A Thread

Number 18: Let's Break The Ice

Number 19: Enough Is Enough

Number 20: It's Been A Long Day

Number 21: Famous Last Words

Number 22: Pick Your Poison

Number 23: At The End Of Their Rope

Number 24: Fight, Flight, Or Freeze

Number 25: Silence Is Golden

Number 26: No One Left Behind

Number 27: Pushed To The Limit

Number 28: It's Just The Tip Of The Iceberg

Number 29: What Doesn't Kill Me

Number 30: Note To Self: Don't Get Kidnapped

Number 31: A Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Sicktember 2022

‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

Homesick

Painkillers

Hangover

'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

Sick on Vacation

A Cry for Attention

Intense Coddling

Home Remedy

Excessive Use of Tissues

Emergency Room

Stress Induced Illness

Pet Allergies

‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’

Frostbite

Care Package

Syncope/Fainting

Upset Stomach

Whining/Crying

Cold Sweat

‘Does this look infected to you?’

Common Cold/Flu

Tepid Bath

‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

Taking a Sick Day

Tickle in the Throat

Sleepless Night/s

Chronic Illness

Lethargy/Exhaustion

‘Get Back in Bed!’

[hext00ns]

Can’t Take the Heat {@sicktember}

AO3 l!nk in comments

Ships: Phoenix/Miles / Phoenix & Maya, Maya & Miles

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Description: Phoenix’s fever knocks him on his ass. Quite literally, in fact.

{Sicktember 2022 Day 17: Syncope / Fainting}

Phoenix was used to being sick. It was actually a pretty regular occurrence for him. He wasn’t nearly as prone to it as he was when he was a child but the near routine colds still happened throughout the year. It still didn’t make them any easier.

Whatever current ailment he had was especially kicking his shit in.

When he’d woken up that morning he felt his muscles practically scream bloody murder at him. Despite Maya’s constant heckling, he wasn’t that old so the pain was definitely a red flag from the get go. However, it wasn’t enough to really incapacitate him so he got ready and left for the office.

The rest of Phoenix’s morning was the same as usual. He got to the office early and started collecting his files for his current case. He had a trial that morning and with the soreness of his muscles, was really hoping it would be a quick one.

Maya came in soon after with two warm cups of what Phoenix assumed was hot chocolate. It was a bit colder out lately with the seasons changing over so the warm drink would normally be welcomed. Unfortunately, as he moved around and prepared for trial, the ache in his body wasn’t the only thing causing him worry. A simmering head started to creep up on him. It was mostly centered on his face but as the heat grew he felt it crawl down his neck and to the rest of his form.

It wasn’t too uncommon to overheat in a three piece suit in LA. Though normally that was on a hot summer day when the air conditioning was busted. Not an early morning in the start of winter. Still, even with the oddities, he had a trial to go to and could fret over it all later.

He declined Maya’s breakfast hot chocolate, grabbed his files, and guided them both out the door. He wanted this day over and done with. The longer he stayed standing the more he realized just how exhausted he felt. He’d slept all through the night hadn’t he? He was almost sure he had.

It didn’t take him too long to realize he was probably sick. It was terrible timing but he just grabbed a mask and hoped he could hold out till noon at the least. When Maya questioned what was up with him as they made their way into the courthouse he only shrugged and mumbled something about feeling under the weather.

“I mean if you’re sick, can’t you ask to hold the trial for, like, a day or something?”

Phoenix gave a half-hearted snort at that. “Yeah right. With the three day system they have now, I don’t even think they’d pause a trial if I walked in sporting appendicitis.”

Maya stuck her tongue out with a frown. “That’s dumb,” she complained, putting emphasis on the ‘b’.

Phoenix only chuckled at her. “That’s the legal system.”

“I say we rip it down and make a new one.”

He did give a full laugh at that. “You and me both.”

They got into the courtroom and Phoenix started flipping through his things to make sure everything was accounted for and prepared. He reached up to wipe off sweat from his brow when he caught eye with the trial prosecution.

Miles Edgeworth met Phoenix’s eyes and gave him a nod in greeting.

Phoenix returned it with a half smile and a small wave. He was glad it was Miles on this case. They made a pretty good team, if he was honest.

When the trial started it was pretty average. His client was on trial for possibly killing a 7-11 worker during an armed robbery. Where the armed robbery was definitely his client’s doing (and he would face the consequences of those actions later) the murder however was a completely different occasion. Phoenix was sure of it. All he had to do now was prove it.

Normally, providing it wouldn’t be that hard. But today he didn’t particularly feel very normal. In fact, the heat that had started up had only gotten worse. Despite the unprofessionalism of it, he found himself pulling off his overcoat and rolling up his sleeves midway through a testimony.

Maya tugged on his shirt to question if he was alright only for Phoenix to brush off the concern and insist he was fine.

However, he really didn’t feel all that fine. He felt more like his body was slowly melting like overheated gelatin. Which was actually a pretty gross analogy now that he thought about it. Though his thoughts of feeling like a gross puddle of sugar were cut short when the Judge called out to him to ask for his cross-examination.

Phoenix straightened out what was left of his suit to try and save at least some face. He stepped around the bench and started his examination. The witness seemed a little sketchy. He wasn’t sure if it was just for the obvious fact that she was hiding something or if it was one of those instances of a murderer on the witness stand. Either way, he was ready to get to the bottom of it all.

Unfortunately, as he walked around and spoke he felt his body weaken. Words were becoming more difficult to grasp properly as he spoke. Within only five minutes, he found himself gripping the side of the defendant's bench as discreetly as he could. Apparently, it wasn’t as discreet as he would have liked.

“Wright,” called Miles from across the room, “are you feeling alright?”

Phoenix looked over to him. Almost surprised that he would interrupt court proceedings to ask. “I’m fine,” he attempted to reassure. “Just,” he stopped. The dizziness was getting to him and fast. He put a hand to his head. Was it the heat? He could have sworn it was just a fever. He hadn’t felt nearly this bad earlier. He turned to look at Maya, about to say something. He wasn’t sure what, just anything that could possibly help whatever was happening. Unfortunately, nothing came out. Instead he felt his body moving closer to the floor and heard someone (or multiple people?) calling his name before everything went black.

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The first thing he noticed were voices.

“-Dead!”

“He’s not dead, Maya.”

“Even worse! He’s dying.”

“Will you please step back? He’s overheated from a fever. Not dead or dying or whatever else.”

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell both who was with him and what had happened just from that conversation alone. The second thing he realized was that he was on his back and there was something cool and damp being repeatedly pressed against his forehead. It actually felt amazing. It was sweet relief from whatever the hell had been plaguing him.

When he finally peeled his eyes open it was to the concerned gazes of Miles and a fretting Maya peeking over his shoulder. Phoenix pulled himself to sit up and noticed he had been brought to the defendant lobby to lay on the bench.

Miles and Maya, who were both crouched next to him, moved back to give him more room.

“Good to see you’ve woken up quickly.” Miles nodded to him.

“We thought you were dead!” Maya yelled dramatically.

“No we didn’t,” Miles quickly added, dead-panned.

Phoenix gave a weak smile to the both of them. He ran a hand over the back of his neck with a sigh. “Guess I wasn’t as fine as I thought I was,” he admitted.

“No,” Miles agreed with a sigh. “You weren’t. How do you feel now?” he questioned as he stood. Maya quickly following suit.

“Better. Not by much but enough,” Phoenix replied honestly.

“Hopefully well enough to get home, yes?”

“What about the trial?”

“I got them to postpone it,” Miles explained.

“How the hell did you do that?”

Maya turned on her heel and sat next to Phoenix with a little hop. “Mr. Edgeworth has ways,” she explained, giving little magic hands at the last word.

“Uh, right,” Phoenix mumbled, pretending to know what that meant.

Miles snorted at that. “In reality it just took convincing the Judge which wasn’t that difficult.”

“Sometimes I think you and the rest of the prosecutors’ offices have that man wrapped around your collective pinky.”

He only hummed at that. “Nothing nearly that nefarious. I merely told him that the case couldn’t continue without its defense properly prepared and we should be given an extra twenty-four hours to mend it.”

“Great, so he thinks I’m the one at fault,” Phoenix mumbled. “Still. An extra day is a lot to get so, thank you.”

Miles nodded. “Of course. If you need, I can also escort both you and Ms. Fey back to your office?”

“Hell yeah!” Maya called with a fist pumped into the sky. “Ugly sports car ride!” She threw herself off the bench and ran towards the doors.

“Wha- ugly?” Miles hissed out, baffled.

Phoenix only laughed as he got up and pulled Miles to follow her.

[vonpharma]

💠 Sicktember Masterpost! 💠

SICKTEMBER IS UPON US! Here is where I will be linking all my fills for this wonderul wonderful month!

For sicktember 2022 I will be writing exclusively for Ace Attorney! All these fills center around Franziska von Karma & the people she loves because she's my muse and I do what I want~ It's basically all Franmaya lol hope you like them!

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’ - Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya and caretaker!Franziska, 2.9k words.

2.  Homesick - sick!Miles Edgeworth, with some undertones of him and Franziska being cute. 1.7k words.

3.  Painkillers - Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya / caretaker!Franziska. 1.6k

4.  Hangover - Franziska & Miles, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Miles. 2k words.

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’ - Franziska & Phoenix, sick!Phoenix / Franziska is there and does (1) nice thing. 1.9k words.

6.  Sick on vacation - sick!Manfred von Karma, nothing fluffy here I'm just going to torture him for fun. 1.3k words

7.  A cry for attention - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 2.6k words

8.  Intense coddling - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 5.5k words

9.  Home remedy - Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya / caretaker!Franziska. 2k words

10. Excessive use of tissues / ‘Blow Your Nose’ -  Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 2k words

11. ALT: Taking a Sick Day - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya, with a surprise appearance from caretaker!Gumshoe. 3.2k words

12. Psychogenic Fever / Stress Induced Illness - Franziska & Manfred, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Manfred. 3.5k words

13. Seasonal / Pet Allergies - Franziska & Miles, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Miles. 2.1k words

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’ - Franziska/Maya, two sickies! Two caretakers! The fun never ends! 4.2k words

15. Frostbite/Sunburn - Franziska & Miles, whumped!Franziska / caretaker!Miles. 4.2k words

16. Care Package - Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya / caretaker!Franziska. 3.1k words

17. ALT: Cuddling on the Couch - Franziska & Miles, two sickies, mostly caretaker!Miles and a little caretaker!Manfred too. 2.1k words

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach - Franziska & Miles, sick!Miles / caretaker!Franziska. 3.6k words

19. Whining/Crying - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 1.5k words

20. Cold Sweat - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 2.3k words

21. ALT: Soft Pajamas - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 6.7k words

22. Common Cold/Flu - Franziska & Phoenix, sick!Franziska, caretaker!Phoenix. 2.7k words

23. Tepid Bath - Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya / caretaker!Franziska. 3.7k words

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’ - Franziska & Miles, whumped!Fran / caretaker!Miles. 2.1k words

25. ALT: Vapor Rub - N$FW. Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya / caretaker!Franziska. 5.6k words.

26. Tickle in the Throat - Franziska/Maya, sick!Maya / caretaker!Franziska. 4.1k words.

27. Sleepless Night/s - Franziska & Everyone, sick!Franziska, group caretaking. 3.9k words.

28. ALT: ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’ - Franziska & Miles, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Miles. 2.3k words.

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion - Franziska & Gumshoe, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Gumshoe. 3.5k words

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ - Franziska/Maya, sick!Franziska / caretaker!Maya. 2.9k words.

[labrats-and-clonetroopers]

Star Trek Masterlist

Enterprise

"Brittle" Hoshi Sato Drabble 

Hoshi reflects on the various traumas she’s endured on this mission. 

"Solemn" Travis Mayweather Drabble

Travis’ thoughts after the events of “Dead Stop” (ENT 2x04)

"Recognition" Malcolm Reed Drabble 

For: Sicktember 2021 - Day 30 - Food Poisoning/Allergy

Warning: anaphylactic shock

"Impressions" Silik Drabble 

Silik considers the nature of time. 

"Inconsistencies" Malcolm Reed Drabble 

Malcolm reflects on his relationship with his father.

Warning: toxic parent-child relationship

"Unnatural" Malcolm Reed Drabble 

Malcolm finds himself in an unnerving situation.

Warning: mentioned mental breakdown

"Storm" Agent Daniels Drabble 

Agent Daniels has an unwelcome visitor

Character x Character

"Observation" Trip x T'Pol Drabble

Trip ponders what it would be like to be romatically involved with T’Pol.

"Haze" Jonathan Archer x T'Pol Drabble 

For Sicktember 2021 - Day 1 - Fever

Warning: illness, discussion of death

"Stranded" T'Pol x Jonathan Archer Drabble 

For Febuwhump 2022 - Day 1 - Head Wound

Warning: blood, injury

Reader Insert

"Denial" Jonathan Archer x Reader Drabble 

Jonathan reflects on his feelings for the Reader.

Relationship: romantic

Star Trek: Enterprise Preference: First Date

What it would be like going on a first date with Archer, T’Pol, Trip, Malcolm, Travis, Hoshi, or Phlox.

Relationship: romantic

"Remember" Malcolm Reed x Reader

Malcolm finds the Reader drunk.

Relationship: romantic (but could be interpreted as close platonic)

Warning: alcohol consumption, unnamed character death

Discovery

"Chance" Paul Stamets Drabble 

Paul understands there are risks. 

Alternate Original Series

Character x Character

"Assumptions" Nyota Uhura x Spock Drabble 

Uhura is used to dealing with others’ opinions on her relationship. 

The Original Series

Reader Insert

38 "Your hands are cold" Spock x Reader Drabble 

Shore leave takes an unexpected turn. 

Relationship: Pre-romance

The Next Generation

Character x Character

"Again" Will Riker x Deanna Troi Drabble

Will and Deanna dine at Ten Forward.

Reader Insert

29 "I don't know what I feel, but that's irrelevant" Q x Reader Drabble 

Q strands the Reader on a distant planet. 

Relationship: Romantic

"Hidden" Captain Picard x Reader Drabble 

You’re the philosopher. You of all people should be able to understand why I betrayed the uniform I wear.

Relationship: Platonic

Voyager

"Staples" Tom Paris Drabble

Tom reflects on a childhood memory. 

Character x Character

"Memory" Q x Catherine Janeway Drabble  

Catherine finds herself conflicted by her emotions. 

Reader Insert

"Mutiny" Catherine Janeway x Reader

Janeway fails to see just how far their friendship has withered.

Relationship: Platonic 

Picard 

"Suffer" Elnor Drabble 

For: Febuwhump Day 11: Chronic Pain

Warning: claustrophobia, pain, reference to emotional abuse, reference to captivity

[emeto-secret-agent]

I posted 291 times in 2022

That's 218 more posts than 2021!

111 posts created (38%)

180 posts reblogged (62%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sickskeleton

@ethereousdelirious

@danafeelingsick

@sitruksista

@dontxnumber

I tagged 242 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#emeto - 21 posts

#prince florian - 19 posts

#celia - 17 posts

#my oc - 16 posts

#emetophilia - 15 posts

#sicktember 2022 - 15 posts

#scat - 11 posts

#belly ache - 10 posts

#<3 - 10 posts

#novemetober 2022 - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#’because they were so in love and in sync blair threw up at work around the same time that dakota was sprinting to the bathroom himself.’

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I would love to see Prince Florian wake up with a sick belly only to realize that he had already soiled the bed in his sleep.

'I need to see more of your OC! I love your idea of it happening in a medieval setting! Pls I need a fic where Florian is sleeping and in the middle of the night and accidentally messes the bed, idk how but get Celia into the scene too. Maybe he just really needs her for comfort and is so embarrassed about it but just needs her.' - Anon

Thank you so much for the requests and for the compliment! <3

Linking these two asks together, and this story is gonna have a part two with another request so heads up for that too~

Idk if I should tag this, but we're going to have a little nakey Florian in this one, so don't get surprised xd

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Florian has always been a heavy sleeper. One of his few good traits, if you asked him, but it was mostly thanks to that he was on the verge of exhaustion every time he finally got back to his bed, and his eyes closed the moment his head hit the pillow. Sleeping was always a relief for him, escaping every responsibility and stress for a few hours until he was ready to start over the next day. Even his servants had trouble waking him up sometimes, so when his stomach let out an unhappy rumble, the prince only grunted in his sleep.

Yesterday’s dinner was delicious, maybe even a little bit too, because when Florian got back to his chamber, an uncomfortable fullness sat over his stomach. He could feel himself getting bloated even though he has sworn, he didn’t overdo this time, there was nothing he could actually do about the pressure in his belly. And the prince had a long day so he wished nothing more than his soft bed and a full night of sleep. Florian managed to fall asleep before his belly started making suspiciously loud noises as if it was yelling at the prince in its misery, but Florian was peacefully left out of this riot in his own stomach. Not only was the poor organ so unhappy and bloated, but the pressure also started moving downwards with an alarming speed, causing sharp crams in the prince’s lower belly. But this still wasn’t enough to wake him up.

Florian grunted and grimaced in his sleep, his dreams becoming more uneasy but if somebody just looked at the prince and wouldn’t hear his belly’s loud protest, nor smell the gas filling up the air, it would have looked like Florian was just having a nightmare. Sadly this bad dream would soon become reality as his belly had enough and decided it gave him enough warning. If the prince got on the toilet on time, good for him, but if not, that wasn’t his stomach’s problem. It had more troubling matters with the big amount of mussy poop rebelling in Florian’s guts, fighting for their freedom.

Florian woke up to probably the longest fart of his life. The hot gas was already coming out of him when the prince suddenly come to with a shaking breath, still being so uncertain after his dream, and it was still going for several seconds after he realized what was happening. It was hot. Too hot, the burning sensation immediately pulling his face into a pained expression, which only grew worse when his lower stomach pulsed with an unimaginable cramp. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t have stopped the flow of diarrhea that was coming right after the fart and cramp, not letting the prince even take a breath. Especially that he had only realized he was already laying in his filth when this second wave came.

It took him a few seconds to register what was happening. He was pooping, that’s for sure, he actually needed to go so badly but his hazy mind for a second thought, he was on the toilet. For a second everything was alright, besides the pain splashing in his belly. Then he burrowed his head into the pillow and realized that he was still in his bed.

Florian’s eyes snapped open.

He was still in his bed. Actively having diarrhea.

Fuck.

Florian tried to sit up and bolt for the bathroom, but another harsh cramp froze him in place, only being able to hug his stomach and cry out of pain as more burning liquid poured out of his hole. His undergarment was now ruined, the weight pulled the soaked fabric down, staining both the sheet and blanket. The prince gasped for air, tears forming in his eyes from the pain and the scary confusion, not understanding what was happening to him. He was fine when he went to sleep. Not perfect, but still not this sick!

The prince wasn’t sure if he should get up after the flowing finally stopped. Everything was a mess, starting from his stomach, to his bedding. If he moved, everything that just came out of him would stick to his legs even more and he couldn’t bear the thought to make an even bigger mess. Just even imagining that somebody will have to clean up after him made him want to run away. Such a shame! The crown prince, a grown man messing his bed like this. Unforgivable.

But nature hasn’t left too much chance for the prince as his stomach gurgled again, louder than ever and Florian felt his guts vibrate through his palm pressed on his belly. It was such a weird and sick sensation, immediately painting the prince’s face red with embarrassment. But as much it made Florian feel ashamed, it was also a warning sign for the next part of the oncoming disaster. Florian cursed under his breath and pushed himself up, the hot mess now starting to slowly flow down his legs and butt, sticking the dirty clothing to his skin.

Florian bit his lips as he pushed the covers down, setting the smell free from under the blankets, and the sickness filled up the air. The prince took a shaking breath, but another cramp yelled at him to hurry up. He pressed one hand on his lower belly, taking a few steps doubled over, feeling like something was about to burst out of him. He couldn’t make it halfway through the room before having to stop, the pain becoming unbearable and before he even realized it, Florian pushed and another round of hot diarrhea rushed out of him. This time the prince was just standing there, trying to breathe through the pain as he tried not to concentrate on the sickness dripping down on his leg and landing on the floor, slowly forming a brownish puddle under his bare feet. He has to avoid stepping in it, otherwise, he’ll leave little shit footprints all over his room. At this point, he wasn’t sure it’d be hilarious or unbearable.

When it finally stopped again Florian was an emotional and physical wreck. He didn’t know what made him suddenly this sick that he couldn’t control any of his bowel movements and the pain made a bad combination with the exhaustion. His belly still felt so sick, still far from empty, but he just wanted to go back to sleep or even just rest down a little. His knees were shaking but his bed was just as big of a mess as his lower half. Both of them needed to be cleaned up and there was only one person whose eyes Florian could look into right now.

The prince cracked the door open just the slightest and the sleepy guards immediately snapped themselves into alert at the sudden appearance of the prince. They wouldn’t have anticipated the crown prince at this hour, but they needed to be ready and at his service every minute of the night. Luckily for them, the prince only had a quite easily manageable request.

‘Call for Celia and tell her to come to my chamber. Now.’

The prince somehow sounded weak and desperate, his voice slightly shaking, but it was not the guards’ business. One of them stomped down to the maid’s quarters and woke Celia up, before making his way back with the yawning girl on his side. It was too early for this.

Celia wasn’t a stranger to being woken up in the middle of the night, but this time she wasn’t happy. She just had such a good dream but of course, she had to be woken up right now. Actually, she wasn’t even sure anymore what was it about, only the memory of those warm eyes and golden looks lived in her mind with a strange feeling of warmness in her chest. But if Florian was calling for her, every dream could wait.

The guards haven’t said anything to her besides that the prince was requesting for her, so it was quite a surprise when she stepped into his chamber and found Florian in the middle of the room, pulling the sheets down off his bed and throwing them on the floor while being fully naked, just as on the day his mother brought him to this world. Needless to say, Celia was quite shocked by this scene welcoming her.

‘Your Highness?!’

‘Ah, Celia. You’re…you’re here.’

Florian’s face got so red in a matter of seconds that Celia began to fear, he was going to pass out.

‘Y-you should watch your step over there, there’s a… little mess on the floor.’

If not from the brown stains on the sheets thrown on the floor, by only the smell Celia could’ve guessed what the prince was talking about, while he was trying to unobtrusively pull some of the covers in front of himself. Florian was not expecting Celia to wake up this fast and to get to his room and now he was standing there naked, covered in his own filth. Great.

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102 notes - Posted September 18, 2022

#4

Would you write something with florian getting food poisoning? 👀 maybe even with dairy that had gone bad without noticing, with scat and emeto, perhaps he doesn’t quite make it to the bathroom?

Thank you so much for the request! <3 I may have taken it and overdid it a little (pun intended) but had so much fun writing it, I hope it'll be at your pleasure

Also, I wrote Celia in this one too, this is the first time Florian got sick under her care, and kind of their first 'on the job' meeting.

If you'd like both of them or just one of them next time, don't hesitate to write that in the request too, so I can you write exactly what you want~

‘Your Highness?’

‘Yes?’

‘Your lunch is here.’

Florian questioningly looked at the door, from which the polity sound was coming. Was it already lunchtime? He was so lost in the paperwork and coordinating the new contracts, that he hadn’t even noticed the time passing. But the hot, summer sun was already high up in the sky, the sunlight directly hitting his desk, warming up the dark wood table.

‘Thank you, please come in.’

The guards opened the door to his older servant, who - after a bow- came in with a big plate of meat, milk loaf, and a few delicious looking cakes with a heavy cream topping and strawberries. Overall a tasty, but not too heavy meal, just as he requested. The prince still had another meeting with his father this noon, and it’d be bothersome if the too much food in his belly wouldn’t let him concentrate.

‘I hope it’ll be to your liking, Your Highness. If you want anything else, please tell me.’

‘Of course, thank you.’

The servant, an older and well trusted man in his escort, looked at him with a kind smile. He was one of the few people from the castle, who was there with the prince since his childhood, and because of this, knew about Florian’s… problems. Also, he was the only one, who the prince was comfortable enough to make requests about changing his meals when his stomach was too upset, without having to worry about the gossip.

‘Also Your Highness, if you will.’

‘Yes?’ Florian looked back at him while taking a bite from the cake. So delicious.

‘Your meeting with His Majesty, wasn’t it scheduled an hour after noon?’

The food stopped midway to the prince’s mouth.

‘Yes, yes it was. Why, what time is it?’

‘We have about half an hour until then.’

‘Shit!’

‘Your Highness!’

‘Apologies!’ Yelled Florian jumping up from his seat and swallowing the rest of the cake whole. ‘I have to be there ten minutes early, so I have twenty to get ready and get to the other side of the palace and I wanted to look at the reports before this, and I’m still not dressed! Oh no, I’m going to be so late!’

‘What about your lunch, Your Highness?’

‘It can wait!’

The old man sighed as he followed the young man running from one side of the room to the other with his eyes.

‘I’ll send in the maids to help you get dressed.’

‘Thank you!’

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103 notes - Posted May 18, 2022

#3

Someone puking every time they get feverish

The moment caretaker notices they feel too hot, they immediately bring the bucket together with the thermometer

Or sickie mentioning they feel a bit nauseous and that alerting the caretaker to check if they're running a temperature. They do

This also means no trying to get anything done even if they have a lower-grade fever because it's only a matter of time before they're over a bucket or the toilet and they're spewing all their stomach contents in front of themself.

Also the torture of trying to make them drink a lot of water for their fever but it just keeps coming right back up, making them lose even more water and threatening with serious dehydration

114 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

#2

Sickie who's not willing to admit they're feeling sick, maybe because they're in company or at someone's house and not wanting to bring unwanted attention to themself and disturb the mood. They try and brush off the sick feeling in their stomach, not acknowledging the gurgles coming from their guts nor the pressure on the top of their belly. It's gonna be fine, they tell themself as they put a hand on their stomach and slowly rub it.

But it doesn't matter how hard they try, the pain is reflecting on their pale face and they're clutching into their shirt just a little bit too hard. The caretaker takes notice and can't help but ask if they're feeling alright. The sickie's face is burning from embarrassment but they just nod with a forced smile.

'Just a small stomachache from lunch. Nothing serious.'

But as time passes it starts to turn into something more serious. The caretaker tries to take their mind off the pain by just talking about everything and anything but the words start to blur together as the pain in their abdomen keeps growing and they start to hunch over their stomach.

There was a pool of salvia in their mouth which made their voice thick and sticky and they were fighting down the gags coming up from their churning belly. The sickie tried so hard to keep everything down but they were losing the fight. Caretaker notices their eyes fluttering and the panicked swallowing as they grew paler and paler. The meaningless words die down and soon the only noise heard is the sickie's stomach gurgling.

'I'm sorry, but...' chokes back something the sickie. 'But I really don't feel good. Could you please bring me a bucket?'

151 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Somebody who's been sick all day, their tummy gurgling and cramping but even after a few trips to the bathroom, they still don't feel any better. So they just lay on the couch, one hand on their aching, bloated belly as they try to massage the pain away. Whatever is making their belly this upset, they can't get it fully out, it's trapped behind the huge bubble of gas.

Not even a half of an hour later from their last trip, they can feel their stomach shift again, a small amount of sickness making its way downward, and the pressure on their lower belly is getting worse, so they have no other choice than to get up and move to the bathroom, again.

For a little while nothing really happens, other than a few wet farts and a small amount of splurs of liquidy shit comes out. Their tummy keeps cramping and they hug it tightly, in a weak attempt to make it feel better. But the pressure seems to be working and suddenly they freeze, as something huge starts to work its way out.

Maybe this is it. They push and moan from the pain, doubling over as their forehead almost touches their knees. Legs pulled up and a few sweatdrops roll down on their face, while they keep panting and grumbling as big, sick smelling farts disturb the calm water in the toilet bowl. Slowly, things are starting to look better, and finally, a long fart pushes out the hard log they were struggling with for about ten minutes now.

They let out a relieved sigh and lean back a little. It's finally out. Their tummy is still gurgling, but it's probably from the challenge they just had to go through, it should be soon over. The rest for a few seconds before leaning forward to get cleaned up. A few smaller farts slip out, but it's okay.

It is not a pretty job to clean themself up, their asshole is irritated and burning, the gas splattered the brownish waste over their cheeks, and they just want to get ready to go back to the couch and sleep for a little while. They wipe carefully when their belly lets out a loud growl, and a sudden cramp freezes them in place.

It's okay, it's okay, they try to tell themself as they let out a few shaking breaths, a hand still on their butt. A few small farts escape from between the cheeks, and their eyes go wide as they feel the wetness on their hands.

The toilet paper tries to absorb the mess, but it has not even a chance. It just keeps coming, and the wet farts turn into full-blown diarrhea. The paper is soaked, as well as their hand, and tears gather in their eyes, but they cannot move. Unfortunately, it's already too late for them to do anything, the only thing they can do is just press the toilet paper on their butthole and feel the mess dripping down on their fingers.

It's hot and the chunky parts stick to their skin and they can feel the burning smell coming out of the bowl, stinking the whole bathroom. Their head falls and their body trembles with soft sobs, as the tears run down their skin.

They are so tired and their tummy hurts so bad...

260 notes - Posted March 6, 2022

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[lailyn]

Fear Not Love

Relationship: Loki/Stephen Strange

Summary: A date night took a tragic turn

TW: Major Character Injury

Written for Sicktember 2022, prompt no 11: Emergency Room/Ambulance

"This is nice."

"It is nice, isn't it?"

"It's very nice of Wong to let you have one night off."

"Wong's not my boss," Stephen grumbled. "But yeah, remind me to buy some bao on the way home."

"So how does it feel?" Loki asked curiously. "Not being Sorcerer Supreme anymore?"

Stephen had learned by now not to think too hard when confronted with difficult questions; deflection almost always worked. "How does it feel losing your magic?"

"I didn't lose my magic, Strange. It's only suppressed whenever I'm away from New Asgard."

Stephen harrumphed in discontent. "I can't believe you agreed to that."

"That's what Thor said. He thinks I've mellowed."

His pace slowed. It was not his cue to speak; something was coming.

"Thor knows nothing."

At Loki’s words, Stephen froze entirely. "Please don't say you did it for me."

"Why?" Loki queried. "Does it frighten you?"

"That depends," Stephen said tightly. 

"Fear not, Strange,” Loki said, boldly hooking an elbow through his. "Did you listen to Bruce's latest podcast? 'Carpe diem. Try a new food. Go ziplining. Do all the things that scare you'."

The sudden warmth of their linked arms evoked an emotion Stephen had not felt in a long time. "Does this scare you?"

"What?"

"Us."

"I'll let you in on a secret," Loki’s conspiratorial whisper bristled Stephen’s ear, "Everything scares me."

Stephen raised a sceptical eyebrow. “Really?” 

“It’s true.” Loki shrugged, before murmuring, "If you say this to anyone, I'll kill you."

Stephen chuckled, but his amusement faded as the meaning behind Loki's seemingly innocent confession emerged. "When it no longer scares you is when it stops being exciting for you." 

A silence fell upon them as each wallowed in his own thoughts: Stephen in the realisation that boredom would one day drive Loki away…Loki in his new-found discovery that Stephen might just be the one person in the world who could read him so effortlessly, so accurately.

"So what are you in the mood for tonight?" Stephen asked. He could stand the silence no longer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming or I would have booked us a table at your favourite place."

"Don't be sorry," Loki said mildly. "I was the one who imposed."

"Stop," Stephen chided. "We're past that." 

He gave Loki's forearm a gentle squeeze. "It really is great to see you."

Loki returned Stephen’s smile with a shy one of his own, eyes gleaming with excitement he could barely conceal. "Likewise, Doctor. To answer your question, I think I'm in the mood for something…adventurous. How about some street food?"

Stephen winced. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea."

"Why not? Bruce said - "

"To try new foods, yeah, I heard," Stephen laughed. "I mean absolutely no offence, but we haven't totally figured out all your food intolerances. I just don't want you to end up in the emergency room like the last time."

"Excuse me, I was merely unprepared," Loki said indignantly. 

"And - " Stephen raised a reminding finger, "You are magicless tonight. You are essentially a Muggle."

Loki chortled. "I’m a what?"

"A human." Stephen could not stress his point enough. "A human baby."

"Alright, alright! I get the picture," Loki said in exasperation. "But you can fix whatever happens after, can't you?"

"Brains, sure." Stephen made a face. "Not baby stuff."

With a roll of his eyes, Loki pulled on Stephen's arm and led him down the alleyway deeper into the bowels of Koreatown. "And you call yourself a doctor."

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"I don't know what this is but it tastes really good," Loki mumbled through a mouthful of something chewy the food vendor had called tteokbokki. Balancing the paper plate in one hand so Stephen could poke his toothpick through one of the spongy, little sausage-shaped things, he licked his lips with gusto. "Make sure you get some of the hot sauce too."

"I think you had the rice cake," Stephen abandoned the slippery mission and chose a piece of fried fish cake instead. It tasted surprisingly good. "Ooh, that's spicy."

"You alright there, Doctor Strange?" Loki laughed as Stephen's face reddened from the heat.

"Oh, yeah," Stephen coughed, thumping his chest a few times. He could usually handle spicy, but Korean red peppers just hit different. 

Amazingly, Loki polished off the entire plate with nary a sip of water. Truth be told, Stephen could see himself spending the night watching his boyfriend eat; it was a rare sight, Loki indulging in the simple delights of Midgardian food. 

Thank you, Doctor Banner. Stephen made a mental note to thank the physicist should their paths cross sometime in the future.

"So what should we try next?" Loki asked. "Something to counter the heat, perhaps?" 

Stephen spotted a traditional dessert stall that was selling what looked like ice cream. "Fancy some red bean and matcha bingsu?"

"Do I?" Loki's eyes lit up.

But before they could make their way across the busy street, a figure bumped into them hard, knocking Stephen first onto the ground, Loki into the wall.

"Hey, watch it!" 

"That's for New York, you asshole!" 

"Stephen."

"I'm fine," Stephen grunted, picking himself up. "What the hell's his problem?"

"Stephen," Loki called again, his voice tremulous and shaky. 

"What's the matter?" Stephen asked, frowning. "You okay?"

Loki’s throat bobbed up and down as he swallowed, his pale face sallow in the neon lights of the streets. “I think…he… - ”

Loki’s knees buckled, and Stephen lunged, catching him on the way down. “Loki, what is it?”

Loki’s hand fell away from his stomach, and Stephen’s heart lurched at the sight of blood pumping in steady spurts from an abdominal stab wound.

“Shit, shit, shit - ” Stephen shrugged his jacket off and frantically bunched it up into a ball. “Somebody call an ambulance!”

A woman screamed. A crowd began to gather.

" 's fine…" Loki mumbled, "I'm fine…"

Sensing him fading, Stephen applied more pressure on the wound. "Loki, stay awake."

But the bleeding proved to be too profuse to staunch; soon the makeshift compress was squelching under his hand. The bastard must have hit an artery, Stephen thought in horror. 

A bloodied hand reached and grabbed the front of his shirt, but the fingers began to loosen with every gasp, every hitch of breath desperate with pain. "Stephen…"

"Loki," Stephen pleaded. "No."

But Loki was no longer listening.

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A portal appeared mid-air, and a familiar figure walked out, wobbling when the ambulance suddenly made a sharp turn. "Whoa!"

"Wong!" Stephen shouted. "I can use some help here!"

The paramedic who was furiously bagging away looked up from where he was hovered over Loki's head. "You a wizard too?"

"Something like that," Wong muttered, squeezing into the tight space between the wall and the patient. "Not looking so pretty now, is he?"

"Wong," Stephen squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. "Please."

"Fix him, yes, yes." 

Wong's hands began to glow. His mandala soon merged with Stephen's, forming an iridescent latticework of healing magic that domed over Loki's frighteningly still figure.

As the ambulance careened through the impossible New York traffic, Stephen prayed, and prayed, and prayed. 

Not yet.

Not yet.

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A harrowing hour later, Stephen found himself sitting in a waiting room, deserted save for a very perturbed-looking Sorcerer Supreme.  

"That was a close call, Stephen. A very close call."

Stephen propped his elbows on his knees and peered up through hooded eyes. "Will you stop pacing and sit down? You're giving me a headache."

"What is it with you two?" Wong scolded. "Can't you stay out of trouble for one night?"

Stephen's gaze remained fixated on the floor. "Guess we can't."

Wong studied his friend's dejected form. All attempts to raise Stephen's spirits had fallen flat since they got to the hospital, and Wong began to question if there was much else he could do. 

"Loki's out of danger, Stephen."

"Yeah," Stephen drew in a ragged breath. "Yeah, I know."

"The limiters have been lifted. Loki has full use of his magic now."

"He could have died, Wong."

Foreseeing a difficult conversation ahead of him, Wong inhaled deeply. "Did they find the guy who did it?" 

"No one knew who he was. Or if they did, no one's saying anything," Stephen mumbled. "The police are checking the CCTVs right now."

The double doors opened and a woman dressed in scrubs appeared. "Is anybody here for Loki Odinson?" 

Wong drew himself up. "Welp. Guess that's my cue to leave. I'll see you back at the Sanctum."

Stephen nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Wong."

"Tell Loki I wish him well." Wong patted Stephen on the shoulder awkwardly, before disappearing into his portal.

"Recovery's this way." The nurse led Stephen down the hall and into a room. She pulled the curtains back from one of the cubicles. "The doctors are just starting their rounds but you're free to wait here with the patient."

"Thank you, Nurse."

Stephen spent the next few seconds after the nurse left the room simply standing at the foot of the bed. 

With his magic no longer suppressed, some colour had returned to Loki's face. If not for the fingers fiddling idly with the tubes criss-crossing his body, one would think Loki was simply asleep.

Loki's eyes opened slowly. "Hey.” 

Stephen could hardly speak, the lump in his throat was too great. “Hey.”

"You were right. We ended up in the emergency room after all." 

The hollow pit in Stephen's stomach grew. “I am so sorry, Loki.”

“You don’t honestly believe this was your fault, do you?" Loki asked quietly.

Stephen pinched the bridge of his nose, and heaved a shaky sigh.

"You heard what he said,” Loki whispered, grief stricken. Trauma had carved a hundred new lines into his haggard face. “For my own crime I was near slain, and that was mine own fault."

“We restricted your magic thinking you were a threat,” Stephen said tightly. “You are not the threat. We are.”

"One could say that we are a threat to each other," Loki said softly. "But that will not stop me."

Stephen's heart began to race. "Stop you from what?" 

Loki gathered his breath and his courage. "Seeing you."

He had nearly died tonight, and what needed to be said must therefore be said - 

"Loving you."

Stephen's vision blurred. He dropped into the chair at Loki's bedside and grabbed the cold, white hand. "I love you too."

"I'm alright, Stephen," Loki soothed, sensing the anguish in the trembling of his lover’s fingers. "I had you. And Master Wong too, I heard."

A warm feeling flooded through Stephen, before guilt gnawed at him again at Loki's next words. "Though Thor could have warned me that courting on Midgard was such a dangerous affair."

Stephen stifled a groan. "Thor is going to kill me when he hears about this."

"He doesn't need to," Loki objected. "It's none of his business, is it? But to be on the safe side, just avoid him over the next year or so."

Stephen hesitated visibly. "I don't think I can avoid him for that long."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm going to have to see you, don't I?" Stephen said, a determined gleam in his eyes. "You don't ever have to leave New Asgard. I will come to you."

"Stephen…"

I’ll speak to the Sorcerer Supreme about this,” Stephen vowed. “I’ll petition the entire Order if I have to. I will not have you exposed like that again. I can’t.”

Loki smiled a sad, sad smile. "I appreciate the sentiment, Doctor, but I know what I am."

"You are a prisoner," Stephen said numbly.

"No." Loki shook his head. "Being with you has liberated me in ways you can't imagine and I can't begin to describe."

Stephen pressed his lips to Loki's knuckles. He could still smell the blood on their hands. "You scared me, Loki."

“Can’t promise I’ll stop.” A tear dewed on Loki’s lashes. “But I can promise to try.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Stephen said breathlessly, before leaning in for a kiss - he could not believe he had not kissed Loki yet - and it was incredibly, unbelievably, impossibly sweet.

He knew not which God or Goddess had answered his prayers tonight, but they had returned Loki to him, and for that, Stephen was eternally grateful. 

Thank you.

FIN

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Ivy by AimAim94 14. I might be a teeny tiny bit sick. “Mommy!” Morgan knocked on the bathroom door, “Petey won’t share the tv and you said sharing is important and I don’t understand when it will be my turn because I asked him and he said that it will be my turn when it’s my turn.” Pepper sighed. Tony could not get back from his mission with the team soon enough. He had just left yesterday and she already missed him. They worked better as a team. Words: 1290, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 11 of Sicktember 2022 Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Pepper Potts, Tony Stark Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark, Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Biological Child, Pepper Potts Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Parent Pepper Potts, Awesome Pepper Potts, Pepper Potts Needs a Hug, sick day, Implied/Referenced Sex, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Tony Stark, Tony Stark Loves Pepper Potts, Married Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Kid Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Adorable Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

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@sicktember Prompt 8 - Intense coddling

Set at the end of Season 11

Julienne closed her eyes and took a careful breath.

“Can I fetch you anything?” Came the solicitous, eager voice and Julienne had to bite her lip for fear of screaming.

“Nothing,” she said, without opening her eyes. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure?” Nancy asked. “Because I could–”

“Quite sure,” Julienne said. Everything was aching, and what she wanted more than anything in the world at this moment was five minutes peace. But she knew that she was not the only one who was still recovering from the horror of the train crash. While the young nurse might have escaped serious physical injury, she was far from unharmed. If it helped Nancy, and the others, to feel like they were helping her in some manner then she should be more than willing to suffer their attentions.

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