#sicktember 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. 

[fletcherwilbury]

@sicktember Day 11: Alt Prompt 1: "I could really use a hug right now."

Warning for Hospital setting, surgery mention, past traumatic incidents, medication mention

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Faking Sick=Long Weekend

Sicktember Day 11:  Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: M | CW: mentions of sex, mild cursing

@sicktember

Summary: Steve fakes sick to spend a long weekend with Eddie at Lover's Lake at their favorite cabin.

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Steve thundered down the stairs and skidded into the kitchen where Eddie stood at the counter. Steve held up his hands in celebration.

“You did it?” Eddie asked, standing stock-still, his face gaping with expectation. His ringed hands pressed into the counter in anticipation.

Steve broke out into a smile and nodded vigorously. “I did it!”

Eddie cheered, snacking the counter excitedly; one second he was at the counter and the next, he was colliding into Steve’s arms.

“A weekend at the cabin with you,” Eddie breathed into Steve’s chest. “Thought we’d never get away again.”

“And, best part…” Steve hinted.

Eddie looked up at him with raised eyebrows. “What, there’s more?”

“I told Keith that I won’t be in tomorrow, since this cough is really getting me. Check this out.” 

Steve turned his face away and did the best impression of the very fake yet serious sounding hacking coughs he’d voiced over the phone, earning an impressed nod from Eddie.

“So I told him I need tomorrow off, too. He wasn’t too happy but accepted it,” Steve added. “Which means we get a long whole weekend at the lake.”

“I could kiss you forever,” Eddie smiled. “And Keith can kiss my ass; didn’t you work like, three doubles last week?”

“Yeah, and I’m still part time at the school on Mondays and Tuesdays to shadow their counselor,” Steve added. 

It’d been a tiring year, and Steve could easily say the best part was saying I do to Eddie at the beginning of it, the only competition being the week they’d spent at the cabin at Lover’s Lake.

Eddie shook his head almost in disbelief. “A long weekend. Just you and me. At the place we had our honeymoon.” He gave a sly smile to Steve. “We’ve got a lot to recreate.”

Steve nipped Eddie’s ear with a smile. “We do, don’t we?”

Those mornings had been some of Steve’s favorites with Eddie. The early morning sunrays would stretch across the bedspread and then across their faces. They’d both roll away from the offending light and closer against each other. And what started with small touches and grazes grew to cuddles and holds, then gentle grinding. And there’d be enough sunlight for Steve to roll over onto Eddie and then into him, fucking him in a sleepy haze that was filled with murmurs and moans with a rocking rhythm that matched the crashing waves outside. 

“Which means we’re bringing the whipped cream,” Eddie smiled wider. “You promised that the next time…”

Steve pressed a kiss to Eddie’s lips before he could continue. He knew exactly what he’d promised. “Well you better get packing,” he whispered. “I’ve been craving my own Eddie sundae.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie replied, pecking a kiss on Steve. He broke away to start frantically searching the fridge.

Steve watched Eddie, already looking forward to a few days off.

They had a long weekend. 

And he was going to make the most of it.

[cyb3r-st4t]

Sicktember, Day 11

Beginners Guide to Faking Sick.

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Warnings: This is a sickfic, if that’s of no interest to you, DNI! This Fic contains loss of appetite, skipping meals/eating less than normal because of appetite loss, refusal to eat due to fears of throwing up, subtle suggestions to a character having emetophobia, and self isolation. Keep yourselves safe! If I forget anything, let me know!

Characters: Hajime and Chiaki.

POV: In attempts to give himself alone time, Hajime does makes his get away excuse that he’s not feeling well… only he actually succeeds in making himself sick by accident…

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It wasn’t necessarily out of the ordinary for Hajime to want to be alone. Sometimes it was unbearable to hear bickering… or just plain old uncomfortable conversations from the people around him. It got to the point where being around them simply made him lose his appetite. So to combat that, he would just take small things to his room, and stay there.

It was always the same excuse.

“Don’t feel well” “I’m not feeling well.” “Sorry, I’m not feeling well.”

Though, at first, it may have been a lie… it started to become the truth.

Leaving his room was harder, and actually finding the ability to think about larger meals was becoming insanely difficult without falling nauseous.

Today was another day that he failed to show up to breakfast that morning… even if it was to grab something small and take it away to his room.

Chiaki stared at the exit to the restaurant for a long while before looking to the food set out again.

Mahiru sat in front of her after noticing her moment of spacing out.

“Hey.” Mahiru smiled, “What’s up?”

“Hmmm…” Chiaki hummed before turning her attention to Mahiru, “I’m just worried.”

“About Hajime?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, me too. Wanna take something to him? See what’s up?” Mahiru suggested.

Chiaki nodded.

“Yeah, but if he’s not feeling well… I don’t know what I should take him.” She looked back to the options laid out. She wasn’t entirely sure what would be too light, or too heavy on one’s stomach. That’s just not something she ever thought about.

“I can help!” Mahiru smiled warmly, “I just hope he talks to you, I tried the other day but… well— he wasn’t so willing.”

Chiaki sighed while she nodded.

“Yeah, me too…”

Together, they both put a plate together for Hajime, all things small in size, and light to avoid making Hajime any more sick than he might already be.

Chiaki stared at the plate as she held it, and looked back to Mahiru with a smile.

“Thank you, I’ll let you know what’s going on after I talk to him.”

Mahiru smiled, giving her a light nod.

“Of course! I look forward to the update!”

Departing from the restaurant, Chiaki watched the plate carefully as she walked, making sure nothing would fall off the plate so easily. She wasn’t too clumsy, but things like that tended to happen to her quite often.

Arriving to Hajimes room, she stared at the door a minute before gaining the courage to knock. She knocked once… twice… three times… and four times before it finally cracked open a bit.

Through the crack in the door, she saw one of Hajime’s eyes… a tired one at that.

Upon recognition, Hajime opened the door just a little more.

“Do you need something…?” He asked, his voice groggy.

“I just wanted to check and see if you were alright, I even brought you a plate in case you were hungry… I know that recently you haven’t been feeling well— but you still need to eat like the rest of us do.” Chiaki stated as she held the plate out closer to the door.

As Hajime looked at the plate, he felt his stomach cramp uncomfortably. He knew he needed to eat, but at this point he was too afraid of losing everything he consumed.

Swallowing thickly, Hajime gave a tired smile before he shook his head.

“I really appreciate it… but I don’t think I can stomach it…”

Chiaki tilted her head.

“You’re not even going to try?

Hajime hesitated.

“I want to… but I also really don’t want to throw up…”

“Don’t you think you’re feeling that way because you’re hungry?”

Hajime thought for a second before nodding.

“Uh… probably… but my—”

“Then maybe you should eat, Hajime.” Chiaki interrupted, “You don’t have to eat a lot, but you should try.”

Hajime hummed in a bit of annoyance as his head spun with thoughts.

“Do you want to talk about it?” She added.

Hajime shrugged.

“I don’t know… It’s stupid so there’s probably no point.”

“It’s not stupid if it’s hurting you.”

“Hurting me?”

“Yeah… when’s the last time you talked to someone?”

“Uhhh…” Hajime thought, “A day or so ago…?”

“Like… actually talked to someone. You haven’t talked to any of us this long since… a while ago… so maybe you should talk about it.”

Hajime shrugged.

“Are you giving me a choice?”

“Maybe not, but I think not giving you a choice is good for you.” Chiaki smiled.

“Tch…” Hajime scoffed, “Right.”

Hajime opened the door, allowing Chiaki to step inside. Together, they sat on Hajimes bed.

Silence pierced the air between them as Chiaki tried to think about where to start.

“So… how come you started to hide away so much?”

Hajime sighed as he thought through the situation all over again… simply thinking about it made him want to throw up.

“I don’t fit in with any of you… and some of them make me insanely uncomfortable. It all started out with just losing my appetite over just being around everyone, but I guess that hiding away so much just ended up making me actually sick.” He finally admitted.

Chiaki nodded.

“I understand, some of them make me uncomfortable too… but that’s why I just talk to those who don’t make me uncomfortable.” She smiled. “So, at first, you weren’t actually sick then? It was just an excuse?”

“Yeah… it was just an excuse.”

Chiaki laughed a little.

“That excuse turned real for you too… how unfortunate.”

Hajime chuckled.

“Yeah… I guess so.”

“Well… from now on— if you want, we can stick together. It would suck if this became your normal, y’know?” Chiaki suggested, and Hajime was more than willing to agree to that.

“That sounds better than wasting away in here, I guess… thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. Now, eat up so we can get back to getting you out of here.”

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[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.

[newwwwusername]

Fic title : I'm Sick **NOT CLICKBAIT** (100% REAL)

@sicktember 2023 prompt : Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : The Amazing World of Gumball

Pairing : Gumball & Nicole

Additional tags : Faking Sick, Gumball Watterson is a Little Shit, Good Parent Nicole Watterson, School, Mother-Son Relationship (not the weird kind)

Word count : 295

[myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19]

EMERGENCY ROOM

@irathgo @smellofsnoww @luna-rein

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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

[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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[autobot2001]

Proven Wrong

Sicktember one-shot 3/6

Fandom: N/A Characters: Caretaker, Whumpee Prompts: Day 6; Preventative Measures (Not Taken), Day 10; "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy", Day 11; Beginner's Guide to Faking Sick, Day 12; Old Wives Tale Day 18; "Wear Your Coat, You'll Catch a Cold" Warning: None

Whumpee loves playing in the snow. They don't care if most adults only play in the snow with kids. Caretaker sometimes would join Whumpee, but they often stay in the house. They like seeing Whumpee excited about the season's first snowstorm like a child.

"They say two feet of snow dumped last night," Caretaker says while cooking breakfast, "you're eating first." Whumpee is more eager to go outside for the day.

"Wear your coat. You'll catch a cold," Caretaker argues, seeing what Whumpee is wearing. "I'm wearing three layers. I'll be fine," Whumpee argues, "besides, that's just an old wives tale." Whumpee leaves the house before Caretaker can say anything else. They'll be back in an hour. Caretaker believes, noting it's ten in the morning. They decide to start making homemade soup.

Ninety minutes pass, Caretaker stands before the stove with a pot of soup. Caretaker thought Whumpee would be in the house by now. They try not to worry until they realize they didn't ensure Whumpee wore gloves and boots. Should I worry they might be in the early stages of frostbite? Caretaker questions. They wait another thirty minutes before going to find Whumpee.

Whumpee sits on a log, shivering and too cold to move. Even though they know they'll end up with hypothermia if they stay here. Caretaker is going to be pissed. Whumpee believes. I think I'll have more than a cold at this point.

Whumpee doesn't know what happened or how Caretaker got them back in the house and on the couch. They wonder if they passed out. Caretaker walks into the room with two bowls of soup. They put a tray on Whumpee's lap and the bowl of soup on the tray. Whumpee is freezing without the blankets but can't figure out how to eat and stay under the blankets. Caretaker wants to scold Whumpee for not listening and scaring them. Instead, they turn in the TV. Within a couple of hours, Whumpee is warm. The rest of the day goes on as if nothing happened.

Whumpee feels a little sick when they wake up, but it's not too bad. They're glad they don't have to tell Caretaker, which would result in the day they had planned being canceled. They get ready for the day and go downstairs.

Caretaker is cooking breakfast when Whumpee gets downstairs. They are also ready for the day. "We'll head out after we eat," Caretaker says. Whumpee nods and sits at the table. They're starting to feel unwell and need to lie down. They remind themselves that they need to act like they're ok no matter how much they want to go back to bed. "You ok?" Caretaker asks. "Just a little tired."

"Are we going to get lunch now?" Whumpee asks. "The only place we're going is to the pharmacy," Caretaker replies, "you look awful, and don't say you're tired," Caretaker takes Whumpee's hand, "you're freezing."

When Caretaker gets to CVS, Whumpee can't take being sick. Caretaker has to leave the car on to have the heat on full blast. Whumpee wants to go back to bed. Caretaker is back in five minutes. "Ok, I got the medication. Let's get you home."

Caretaker has to help Whumpee up to their room and into bed. They take Whumpee's temperature and give them the medication. "It's a cold, but you feel terrible because you weren't resting," Caretaker explains, "I'll check on you in an hour."

Whumpee sleeps for three hours. They feel much better when they wake up. They walk out of their room to go downstairs when Caretaker stops them. "You're going back to bed. I'll get the soup I made yesterday." "Cold soup." "I'll heat it up, smart ass. Then you'll take a shower. That'll help the congestion." Whumpee gets back into bed, waiting for Caretaker.

Whumpee feels better after eating and a shower. They go downstairs to watch TV with Caretaker. "You definitely will not be going to work tomorrow," caretaker comments, "I know you'll be asleep most of the day, but maybe I should call in." "You'd be lying," Whumpee argues, "I'll be fine." The rest of the day is a lazy Sunday.

Whumpee is up before Caretaker has to leave, which relieves Caretaker. Now they can endure Whumpee is eating something good for breakfast. In case they do not feel well enough to heat up the remainder of the soup. "Soup for dinner?" Caretaker asks. "Sure." "Then I'll be home a little later. I need to buy half the ingredients needed." Caretaker leaves while Whumpee eats, wishing they had taken the medicine before coming downstairs. Even if they are going back to bed.

Whumpee slept all morning. They're awake in time to answer the Caretaker's call to check on them. After the ten-minute call, Whumpee heats up what's left of the soup and watches TV. They're not enjoying the day off from work. Laughing at how they'd rather be at work while many would gladly work less as long as pay kept up.

Whumpee ended up sleeping all afternoon. Regretting they didn't take more medication before falling asleep. They walk upstairs to get more medication. Glad they left their water bottle on the nightstand. They take the medication and lie back in bed.

Caretaker is home an hour later than usual. Whumpee lies on the couch, bored. "I'm tired of sleeping all day," they complain. Caretaker laughs at the complaint. "Sorry, but I think you should still stay home tomorrow." .Caretaker laughs at Whumpee groaning and goes to make Dinner.

As Caretaker said, Whumpee could go back to work on Wednesday. They missed working but were surprised at how little they had to catch up on. "Oh come on, you know we look out for each other," a co-worker argues, "we were able to divide the work you would have been doing without adding too much to our loads." "You know Whumpee is a workaholic," Caretaker jokes. "Glad you live with them and can make sure they rest." After a good joke, everyone gets to work. Whumpee hopes it's another year before they get sick again.

[fanfictasia]

Sicktember Day 11

Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

“Seriously, Master?” I echo, incredulously, “We already know the symptoms for this are a lot like a cold.”

He ignores me.

“I knew it,” Anina sing-songs, “He’s just faking. Maybe he read the Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick before coming here. And now he just wants to make us worry about him.”

The death glare Obi-Wan gives her should have been enough to make anyone cower, but she just grins back.

I try – and fail – to smother my laugh. Because it really, really isn’t funny, since I know the symptoms of this could be serious, but honestly.

“We need to be focusing on locating those pirates,” Obi-Wan says, shortly.

“They’re long gone, Master. We’ll never find them now,” I point out, bluntly. We lost the trail entirely, but now that they know Jedi are coming after them, hopefully it will be enough for them to stop attacking the transports they were stealing from. I hate failing on a mission for any reason, so I hope this will at least have done something.

“We’ll assess the situation when we get back to the city,” Qui-Gon replies.“If it’s a we,” Aniya mutters under her breath, which I take to mean as another pointed indication that by the time we reach the city, I don’t know how capable Obi-Wan will be of helping us. The symptoms probably are going to get worse, after all, which takes the edge of my amusement.

[softsnzstuff]

Sicktember Day 11 - Beginners Guide to Faking Sick

Fandom: Stranger Things; Streamer AU

Summary: Eddie teaches you by way of vlog how to properly fake sick to get out of an event. Yes he uses chhinkni…

Word Count: 950

Eddie’s camera pointed towards where he was sitting at his gaming desk. He knew he had to film this quick while Steve was out buying groceries.

“What’s up guy! I’m back again and today we have to be quick while Steve’s out. There’s an event tomorrow that I really don’t want to go to… so I’m filming a little How To.”

He smirked to himself, “This is the beginners’ guide to faking sick.”

He removed the camera from the tripod and held it vlogging style as he paced around his room.

“A lot of people are gonna try and go for the fake chicken pox or stomach bug. It’s too complex!!! You want this shit to be two things. Believable and basic.”

“I used to try this stuff out as a kid, so I’ve basically perfected the act of faking sick. You can’t make it too medically scary or they’ll send ya to a doctor. We don’t want that. And it’s gotta be something you can keep up for a day or so. The trick is starting early so it’s not too suspicious.”

He set the camera down on one of the desk shelves as he used a key to open this small package on the desk.

“This stuff? This is supposedly going to be our miracle worker. It’s called chinky or cheeknee or something? Anyways it’s spelled like this.”

He holds the package of Chhinkni to the camera, his hand flat behind it so it’ll focus on the little vial inside the packaging.

“Supposed to make you sneeze I guess? Anyways - OOP!”

There was a thud of the front door closing before the muffled call came out, “Eddie I’m back! Can I get a hand with the groceries please?”

“He’s back! Gotta be fast…”

Eddie quickly unscrewed the cap of the vial and tapped some of the powder out onto the back of his hand.

“Here goes nothing.” He snorted it, making a face and scrunching his nose up, “Oooooh! That is something! Let’s see if it works.”

Still vlogging, he made his way out to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

“Steve just got back from the store. Lemme set you guys down so I can help him with these grehhhh ugh.. SnF! Groceries… h’isssSHEW!! T’szuHEW! ii’KSHT!”

The older man pitched forward sneezing openly at the floor, away from Steve.

“Bless you! Cover those sneezes, Ed’s.” Steve winced, leaning slightly away as he unbagged the apples.

“Sorry, don’t know what’s going on. Been sneezing since you left…” Eddie lied.

He brought his left elbow up to his mouth, right arm holding it in place as he pitched forward again.

“G’tCHUhh! H’xxT! ….mpTSCH! hih.. EH’isshHiew!!”

Steve pressed a hand to Eddie’s forehead. “You feeling okay, bug? Those sound more… desperate than normal and it’s not allergy season…”

The older man sniffled wetly against the back of his hand, making Steve grimace. “My throat’s a little scratchy but I’m okay.”

Steve put a hand on the small of Eddie’s back and ushered him towards the couch. “You go chill while I unload these. If you are sick I don’t want your germs on my vegetables. Take your camera.”

Eddie faked a pout as he shuffled off to the sofa. “I got kicked out of the kitchen guys…”

*~*~*~

The next morning, Eddie is up early and sneaks off to the bathroom.

“Okay guys this is where the real acting comes in play.” He whispers. “I’m about to make myself look disheveled, but we’re also going to make use of a heating pad I borrowed from Robin and that chickeny stuff again.”

His hair is already messy from sleep, and he scrubs aggressively at his nose until it’s tinged slightly pink with irritation. He holds the heating pad up for the camera before pressing it to his face and the back of his neck for a while, fake coughing into his shirt to slightly muffle the sound.

He stashes the heating pad under the sink and snorts some more powder, grabbing some tissues for an extra pitiful look.

It doesn’t take long for the powder to start working, his inner nostrils absolutely buzzing with a tickle.

“H’etSHiew! ItssSH!! H’eSSHihew!”

He coughs loudly again until he hears Steve turn in the bed.

“Eddie? You okay?” The younger man’s voice is groggy with sleep.

“I’b okay Steve, go back to bed.. TSZIEW!”

Eddie turns off the camera and hides it before opening the door to head back towards the bed where Steve is sitting upright.

“You look awful.” Steve comments, pressing a hand once again to Eddie’s forehead, “and you’re really warm, Eds. I think you’re sick.”

“Hep’TsCh!” Eddie muffled a sneeze into his fistful of tissues. “Think you’re right.”

Steve frowns, “I’ll cancel brunch with my aunt then.”

“No no you don’t have to do that. I’m okay Steve, you should go.”

Steve hesitates, “Are you sure?”

Eddie nods and gives a weak smile. “I’m snff I’m sure.”

*~*~*~

While Steve is at brunch, Eddie is at his desk editing the video. He chuckles to himself at the ending shot of him vlog style waving to Steve as he leaves for the brunch alone. As soon as the door shuts, Eddie perks up and says, “THAT is how you fake sick.”

He posts the video after two hours of editing and goes back to the couch to the couch to scroll on his phone. When Steve comes back, he sees Eddie’s posted something.

“Pre-recorded video?” He asks the boyfriend on the couch.

“Something like that.”

As soon as Steve opens it and sees the title, he slaps his phone onto the table.

“EDDIE!!!!!”

[fletcherwilbury]

@sicktember Day 11: Ambulance

Warning for Headache, seizure symptoms, and seizure.

[nywcgirl]

[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 11

Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

In an effort to assess the team’s fitness and any improvement in performance, someone thought it would be a good idea to have fitness testing twice- once on the first day and once on the last. You would really like to talk to the person who made this decision, because they need to know that they just made twenty-some new enemies. 

Everyone had been complaining about it since it was announced, and you had been very vocal about how much you were not looking forward to the beep test specifically. 

Andi had the pleasure of being your roommate, which meant she also had the pleasure of being the person who had to drag you out of bed in the mornings. She’s lucky you’re relatively easy to get out of bed, she could have been stuck with a lot worse. 

—-

“Y/N, come on. You need to get up, the bus leaves in 20 minutes,” Andi’s voice woke you. 

You groan, “Ands, my head really hurts. Can I please go back to sleep?”

You hear footsteps before you feel a hand pressing against your forehead. 

“You don’t have a fever, you’re fine.”

“Andi, please. It really hurts,” your voice is quiet. 

“Y/N, I’m not stupid, I know you’re trying to get out of fitness testing. Next time, commit fully to faking sick if you want to skip. It’s a little embarrassing, I was better at faking sick when I was in elementary school.”

“‘m not lying, I promise. My head feels like it’s going to explode.”

“I’m leaving,” Andi sighs, “be downstairs and ready to go in 15 minutes. Take some Tylenol if your head hurts that bad, and get up. If you really want to stay in your bed, you’ll have plenty of time when you’re dropped from the team for skipping.”

With that, you hear the door open and shut as Andi leaves. The girl really was all about tough love, which was usually good. She could always push you to reach a new best, never accepting any excuses.  

Just this once, you wished she would. But you knew she was right, Coach had dropped people for less than missing fitness testing. So you pulled yourself out of bed, got yourself together, and headed to the lobby. 

Your steps were slow and somewhat wobbly. Which made sense, because your head was spinning and felt like it was being split in half. But you made it to the elevator and stumbled into the lobby, joining the group of players. 

Andi, noticing your presence, walks over and slings her arm around your shoulder. Leaning down, she whispers to you. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t need to be so harsh this morning. I was just frustrated and I really couldn’t put up with your antics. We’re fine, right?”

You force a smile onto your face, “of course, Ands. Sorry for being so stubborn.”

If Andi hadn’t believed you earlier, you knew she wouldn’t believe you now. So you decided that you would mind-over-matter your way through the situation. If you pretended you felt normal, you eventually would feel normal, right?

—-

You didn’t even make it through the warm up. You managed through stretches, but you only made it about halfway around the field when your body decided to prove to Andi that you weren’t a liar. 

With a thud, you dropped to the ground. Everyone froze for a moment looking towards you, as if waiting for you to stand up. Instead, you began seizing. 

Everyone took off running, the vets crouching around you and shooing the younger players away. Andi, who had crouched by your head, watched in horror as you began throwing up, your seizure still not breaking. 

As the medics arrived, they quickly pushed everyone back. Andi begged to stay, and she was finally allowed to if she promised not to get in the way. She was directed to your feet, and she grabbed your ankle tightly. 

She watched as they shine a flashlight in your eyes, speaking rapidly. She catches words such as “dilated” and “uneven” and she knows enough to know that those aren’t good. 

But she doesn’t know what could have happened. A headache wouldn’t cause this, and you were fine yesterday. You had played the full 90 and scored two goals against the Canadian team. You had been totally fin- oh. 

Andi’s thoughts screech to a halt. In the 91st minute, you had gone in for a header and had been instead met with the goalie’s fist. You had landed on your feet though, and you seemed okay. There had only been a few minutes of injury time left, and the ref had waved off the medics and resumed play. 

By the time that the final whistle blew, it seemed that everyone had forgotten about your injury. The medics didn’t come or pull you aside in the locker room, Coach had been too busy doing whatever he does to check in on you. And your teammates had been distracted with celebrating the win to remember that you had taken a serious knock. The only person who seemed to remember was the goalie, who had asked mainly out of guilt if you were fine. 

(of course, the fans remembered. when you were finally cleared to use screens, you would see edits of you being hit and then swaying on the pitch as everyone forgot about you. not how you wanted to go viral.)

No one had noticed that you had skipped out on the celebrations to go to bed once you had returned to the hotel. The only person who had any clue that something was wrong had told you off for lying. No one even knew until you hit the ground. 

[whumpcember]

Introducing Whumpcember 2022!

Everyone's heard of Whumptober or Febuwhump, Angstpril or Sicktember, but get ready for Whumpcember! Whumpcember is pretty much exactly like Whumptober or Febuwhump, except in December.

Whumpcember is born out of a love of monthly whump challenges but with zero time to complete them. I also want to complete these challenges, but never have the time! So I came to realize that, from an American perspective, December is the month I get the most time off. So, I decided to create this event for people who have too much time in December, but so little across the other 12 months. Of course, this is most definitely an American experience and not universal; so if you don't have free time during December it is still perfectly alright to participate! This event was just made to cure my December boredom, and anyone else's.

Now after that ramble, onto the actual rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus (i'll let angst slide though, since it's similar enough to whump)

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @/ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2022 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2022 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

I hope everyone has a fun time during the event! And if you have any questions shoot me an ask through the ask box!

(this is also my first year running this event, expect a hiccup or two)

Written Prompt List Below

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Hypothermia

Day 2: Avalanche

Day 3: Storm

Day 4: Shortness of Breath

Day 5: “I hate you!”

Day 6: Separated

Day 7: Scars

Day 8: Faked Death

Day 9: Sacrifice

Day 10: “I won’t leave you”

Day 11: Clothing That Doesn’t Fit

Day 12: Broken Bone

Day 13: Fear of the Unknown

Day 14: Shaking

Day 15: “You’re A Monster”

Day 16: Bad Luck

Day 17: Icy Deep

Day 18: Betrayal

Day 19: Electricity

Day 20: “It’s Too Late”

Day 21: Self-Hate

Day 22: Closing In

Day 23: Stumbling

Day 24: Anticipation

Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?”

Day 26: Free Falling

Day 27: Crash Landing

Day 28: Explosion

Day 29: Failure

Day 30: The End Is Nigh

Day 31: Slow Healing

-Alts-

Alt 1. Nightmares

Alt 2. Desperation

Alt 3. Deal With The Devil

Alt 4. Accidental Injury

Alt 5. “I Won’t Help You”

Alt 6. Revenge

Alt 7. Lashing Out

Alt 8. Secrets

Alt 9. On The Run

Alt 10. “I Would Die For You”