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How to Prevent Tuberculosis.

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How to Prevent Tuberculosis.

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How to Prevent Tuberculosis.

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How to Prevent Tuberculosis.

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How to Prevent Tuberculosis.

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[failedmy-tbtest]

Please can I request headcanons to Javier teaching his crush Spanish. Have a great day 💜💜

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- when you walk up to javier and asks him if he’ll teach you spanish, his heart stops. sure people will mumble a word here and there that they’ve heard javier say, but no one really asks him to teach them. arthur saying vamos to the family at dewberry creek in example.

- he’ll have no idea where to start. does he want to start with the basics, as is logical?

- the flirty side of javier wants to use it as an excuse to hit on you. it’s not like he’s exactly subtle about how he feels anyways.

- he buys you a journal so that he can teach you how to write in spanish too.

- javier likes to sit unnecessarily close, an arm draped around you shoulders as he directs your pencil across the page.

- he starts to speak in spanish more around you and the camp so that you have somebody to practice with.

- a grin forms when you has to think of how to respond because it’s so damn cute watching your tongue peek out between your lips.

- if you gets frustrated, he’ll try to calm you down with a mix of english and spanish, then take you to go do something else for a little while.

Javier was sitting by the fire and strumming his guitar, singing one of his favorite love songs, “Angel de Amor”. The fire cast shadows on his face at just the right angle that he looked more breathtaking than usual.

You had been over by the food wagon helping Pearson get things ready for tomorrow morning, but as soon as you’d heard the guitar you looked over at him, silently asking if you could go. Pearson laughed and nodded, sending you on your way. 

It was no secret in camp how Javier felt about you. He tended to linger around your tent’s area when he was on guard duty, and during the day he’d offer to help you with whatever chores you had if he wasn’t out doing things for the gang. Javier looked at you like a lovesick puppy, but you were the only one miraculously to not notice. You had a feeling something was up, but you weren’t sure so you never said anything.

You sat down next to Javier and Charles, your knee brushing against Javi’s as you got comfortable, and he winked at you as he sang. 

Charles struck up a quiet conversation with you as he asked about something you’d weaved together earlier that day, but it died out soon after Javier had stopped singing and playing his guitar.

You bumped Javier’s shoulder lightly with a playful smile on your face.

“Hola, Javi. Eso fue muy bueno.“ You had to think about what words went where, speaking slowly as you complimented Javier on his playing skills. He chuckled softly and nodded before removing his bowler hat from his head and setting down next to his leg.

“You don’t sound too bad either. ¿Como estuvo hoy tu día?“ Javier raised an eyebrow as he set his guitar down on his bedroll behind him and turned his body to face you. He’d seen you around a bit today but hadn’t had the chance to talk to you yet. To be honest, he’d kind of missed you.

“Mejor ahora que estás aquí.” You pronounced some of the words weird, but you could tell that Javier understood when his eyes widened a little bit. Better now that you’re here.

You’d been working up the nerve to say something to him for a few days now, and what better way to do that then in a different language as a cover?

“Querida, what were you trying to say?” His eyes were fixated on you and you felt your heart jump into your throat. You looked at him expectantly, trying to gauge his reaction before confirming or denying what you had said.

“Me dices lo que dije.” You asked him to repeat what you said, a coy smile on your face as he leaned in closer to you. You could feel your cheeks heat up, but you stood your ground. Javier always did love a challenge.

“You said you wanted to go for a ride with me tomorrow night.” His lips were tilted in a confident smirk as he brushed a flyaway hair from your face. You laughed softly and leaned against his shoulder with a shake of your head.

“As you wish, Señor Escuella.”

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World Tuberculosis Day : Dr. Rajendra Prasad | विश्व क्षय रोग दिवस : डॉ. राजेंद्र प्रसाद

How to Prevent Tuberculosis.

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Hey man! Mind if I request Dutch with the Reader getting TB? That Javi headcanon is precious omg

ooooooh man ya’ll ain’t ready for this. i posted this on my archive as well! and thank you nonny for giving me something to write for my creative writing class as well!

wc: 2,586

Sounds Like

Part of you was wishing that you’d just stuck around camp that day. But if you hadn’t gone…who would have? Strauss had been eyeing Arthur to retrieve the debt, but he’d been busy that afternoon with some business in Valentine. Would he have asked someone else? Javier? Charles maybe? Micah? What would their coughs sound like?

You sat at the saloon running the pad of your finger around the edge of your shot glass as your head ran through the different scenarios. What would Lenny’s cough sound like? Would it be wheezy like Hosea’s or throaty the way Bill clears his throat?

Yours was hollow as though something was trying to come out, but there wasn’t anything at all. You eyed the microscopic drops of blood on the edge of your sleeve. Well, there had apparently been a bit of something.

Your fingers wrapped around the glass before you tilted your head back and poured the liquor between your slightly chapped lips. It burned, but so did your chest when you started to cough a little bit.

You brought your hand up to cover your mouth as the coughing intensified for a moment and it felt like your lungs were going to collapse on you right then and there.

“You alright, ma’am?” The bartender asked with an eyebrow raised, either thinking you were choking on something or not wanting you within a ten-foot radius of his bar. What would his cough sound like?

You nodded and dug through your pockets for the amount of change that the drink had cost, then started heading for the door.

“You have a good day now, mister.” You lazily swung your hand in goodbye to the bartender before pushing open the saloon doors.

People milled around the streets of Valentine as if the world hadn’t just completely changed. But it hadn’t, at least for anyone that wasn’t you. 

You tried to clear your throat as you walked over to where you left The Count hitched in front of the doctor’s, and gave him a good, firm pat on the neck as you grabbed his reins.

The Count was Dutch’s horse, an Albino Arabian that refused to let anyone else in the gang get too close to him, but he’d taken to you even before getting used to Dutch.

“Hey there, boy. Thanks for waitin’ for me.” You shoved one of your feet in the stirrups and hoisted yourself up with a grunt. A soft cough shoved its way out of your chest as you got settled into the saddle before you spurred The Count towards the main road out of town.

Thankfully Dutch’s horse had been to and from Valentine so many times that he just about knew the way back himself, because you were so lost in your thoughts that you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. Your thoughts were wrapped around what the doctor had said, the words repeating in your head like a broken record Dutch once placed in his gramophone.

The leisurely ride back to camp included watching as deer bounded past, tracking the circles the hawks flew above, and listening to herds of sheep being led by their owner. It was peaceful and you couldn’t help but think of how alive everything looked.

By the time you made it back to camp you were exhausted, and quite frankly it panicked you a bit. You hadn’t done much that day but go to the doctor’s, drink at the saloon, and sit on The Count while taking in the scenery.

You hitched up The Count next to Silver Dollar, and gave both horses a solid pat on the shoulder before heading over to one of the tables spread around camp. You dropped into a chair and leaned into it with a soft sigh, though it came out rather wheezy. A pang of sadness and fear fluttered around your chest.

The members of the gang all milled about, doing various things for each other and themselves. You rested your head against an arm you had propped up and just watched them. What would their coughs sound like? 

Karen was over by the girls’ tent with Mary-Beth and Tilly, sewing something by the looks of it. Javier was sitting nearby, strumming a gentle song on his guitar. You tried to think of the name, for he’d told you before, but it escaped you at the moment.

Uncle was over by the horses bickering with the Reverend, who was drunk as usual. Suddenly Uncle turned around and dropped the flap on his union suit, showing Swanson his bare ass, and you couldn’t help but break into a fit of giggles. 

For a moment you were able to forget that itch in your chest that constantly wanted to be scratched, able to forget that breathing felt like a chore, and able to forget that you didn’t have much chance of a future. 

Then you started to cough again.

You were hunched over the table trying to quiet your fit, but it hadn’t been enough as a gentle hand was placed upon your shoulder blade until the coughing subsided. You wiped off the corner of your lips in case there was any blood, then tilted your head up to see who had comforted you.

“Christ, pumpkin. Let’s get you some water or something, come on.” There he was, leaning over you. Hosea had concern etched all over his face and you tried to wave him off, but he wasn’t having any of it. He knew you better than that––you, Dutch, and Hosea being as close as you were and all. 

What would his cough sound like? Similar to the one he already had or would he sound worse?

“I’m fine Hosea, you old dog. Just gettin’ over a cough is all.” You swatted his hand gently as he tried to pry you out of the chair, and he stood there quiet for a moment before pulling up a chair next to yours.

“That’s a hell of a cough you got there,” Hosea reached out and placed his hand on top of yours that was resting on the table. His eyes managed to find the flecks of blood on your sleeve easier than you’d expected. Hosea was a cunning man, but he was getting older in age. “What is it?”

You chuckled a few notes before clearing your throat and taking a deep breath that sounded rather wet, and you looked up at Hosea with a somber expression. In your head, the best case scenario was that nobody caught on to how sick you sounded, but in a gang of 22 people the chances of that were slim.

You tried to swallow past the lump in your throat before saying very quietly, “Tuberculosis. The doctor in Valentine said there was a chance if I get somewhere dry and rest but...you shoulda seen his face Hosea. It wasn’t the face of a man who thinks you got a chance to live. Quite frankly, I don’t feel like I do either.” You scratched the back of your neck and averted your eyes from Hosea. You didn’t think you could stand to see the heartbreak on his warm features. 

“Does he know?” Hose asked ever so softly and you shook your head while clenching your jaw. You could feel your eyes burning and your breath catching, but if you broke down in the middle of camp everyone would find out, and you didn’t think you could handle that right now.

“S’why I went into town. Finally dragged myself to the doctor in Valentine and got the news. I knew it wasn’t gonna be good when I started spittin’ blood.” You rubbed your hands over your face and held them there for a moment, but Hosea pulled one of them away with a sad smile on his face. You could see the tears starting to form in his eyes and it only made you want to cry more.

“You should go talk to him. He’d want to know. I’m glad I do. It means I don’t have to worry about you getting in trouble anymore.” Hosea chuckled bittersweetly and you rolled your eyes with a hoarse laugh. It broke your heart knowing that you weren’t going to outlive Hosea and that he was going to lose someone he cared about yet again. After his wife Bessie had died, Hose had closed himself off a bit for a while, and now he was going to have to mourn you.

You knew you’d have to tell Dutch eventually, it was something you had been thinking about since you left the doctor’s office. You had no idea how you were going to break it to him and how he’d react. It terrified you. 

“I know. Thanks, Hosea.” He helped you to your feet and gave a reassuring pat on your shoulder before sitting back down and pulling a book out of the inside of his coat.

You walked past Karen and the girls, giving them a tired wave as you wandered over to Dutch’s tent. He was leaning up against a pole with a cigar between his lips and a book in hand. You slowed your pace as you watched him, dreading having to disrupt the relaxed expression on his face. You took the moment to memorize his mannerisms: the way his eyebrows pulled together as he read a particularly vexing passage, the subtle nod he would give when he agreed with something to author said.

“You gonna keep starin’ or are you going to actually say something?” Dutch spoke up without taking his eyes off his book, and you flinched a little bit. The pain in your lungs flared as you remembered the way your knees slammed into the ground from coughing so hard.

“I-uh, I’m comin’ over. Jus’ hold your horses for a moment.” You cleared your throat and responded as you took a few steps towards his tent. The feeling was similar to walking towards the edge of a cliff and wanting to look down and see how far the fall was. Each step was a challenge.

“What’s the matter with you?” Dutch’s deep laugh rang in your head as you folded your arms across your chest, trying to look everywhere but Dutch. You didn’t say anything, instead you moved past him and went inside his tent to sit on the cot you shared. You felt like a child about to be scolded for something as you sat there, contemplating how to phrase what came next.

Dutch’s eyes followed you as the thin mattress creaked underneath your weight, and your head was hung low with your hands in your lap as you picked at the skin around your fingertips.

“Sugar? What’s wrong?” His voice had dropped all humor as he set his book down and held his cigar between his fingers. When you heard the bed creak and sink under Dutch’s weight, you doubled over as you hand flew to your mouth to muffle a sob. It was breaking your heart and it was going to break his.

“Miss, I...I’m so sorry. Your cough...it sounds like you have Tuberculosis.” You could hear the doctor’s voice loud and clear in your head. What would his cough sound like?

You could feel Dutch lean away from the sudden movement, but his arm quickly came around your shoulders to try and comfort you. His lips rested against your temple, his thumb rubbing against your shoulder.

 “Mags, why-what happened?” He pulled you towards his chest as your shoulders shook with quieted cries. Your lungs were beginning to sear, and you could feel a coughing fit coming on, so you squirmed out of his grasp and turned away from him as you started to cough and gasp for air.

You could feel blood collecting on the inside of your lip and leaking through the corner of your mouth, so you quickly wiped it away before trying to take deep and even breaths. Beside you, Dutch had stilled. You could smell his cigar burning away, but not the sweet scent of tobacco, so he wasn’t puffing on it.

His fingers were suddenly around your wrist and moving it into his line of sight, the bright red liquid contrasting the light linen of your sleeve like a spotlight.

“Dutch, I-” You stopped to let out another small cough, then cleared your throat again. “I’m dying. I’ve got TB...from a feller in Valentine that owed Strauss money.” Your voice sounded raw from the coughing, though as of late you sounded like you constantly had a sore throat. 

Within the tent, no sounds could be heard but the soft thud of Dutch’s cigar hitting the dirt and his boot squashing it out. You turned towards the man you knew like the back of your hand, and saw he had an odd expression on his face. His hands were on his knees as if he were bracing himself, and his body was slightly reclined. Though his eyes gave him away.

“Nonsense, we haven’t come into contact with anyone that’s ill. Hosea, now that old dog I could believe. This wasn’t a very good joke now, darlin’.” His voice was stern but his gaze wouldn’t leave you, quietly begging you to start laughing and tell him he should’ve fallen for it. Each second that passed where you didn’t, his body visibly grew more tense. You resisted the urge to look away, to run away so that nobody had to deal with this.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Your lower lip began to tremble as Dutch’s eyes bounced around your face, trying to look for some sort of tell that you were lying. He pulled you back into a hug and held you tightly. You clung to your love’s embrace, and the immovable Dutch Van der Linde held his like the world was going to end.

“Oh darlin’, no you don’t-you don’t have to apologize. I’m only sorry I didn’t notice sooner.” Dutch tried to comfort you, his voice shaking for the first time since coming down from Colter. You inhaled and you could feel Dutch wince from his chin resting on top of your head. You hadn’t noticed how bad you’d sounded until the doctor had told you.

“Your cough...it sounds like you have Tuberculosis.” You had never heard somebody with Tuberculosis before. At least you thought you hadn’t but Thomas Downes had been coughing and spitting and bleeding all over you as you’d beat him for money.

“Is it-are you sure you’re d...not well?” Dutch asked you hesitantly, pausing over the word ‘dying’ as if it were cursed. You bit her lip and nodded, shifting your gaze towards the roof of the tent to try and prevent yourself from breaking down again. It wouldn’t bode well for either of them to hear your lungs flare up.

“I’m afraid. I don’t-I don’t know what’ll happen to me.” You stumbled over your words, trying to articulate them without beginning to cry again, but you were failing. Dutch’s hand moved up and down your back slowly, something he always did whenever he needed comfort but didn’t want to seem emotional.

“Have faith, darlin’. No matter what, we will...we will be alright.” He sounded so confident in himself that you almost believed him. Almost.

As you sat there in his arms, tears streaming down you face and fear making your heart pound, you couldn’t help but think:

What would his cough sound like?

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