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Sicktember Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours from here!”

This is gonna be a 2 parter! I got way more into this than I thought I would 😂 I hope you enjoy! 🩷

Rating: M

Media: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Cyno, and Tighnari

Summary: Finally on break from university, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno, and Tighnari rent a cabin in the woods for a week. Everything appears to be going fine until Kaveh encounters something in the lake.

Notes:

⭐️Established relationship between Cyno and Tighnari

⭐️Established relationship between Kaveh and Alhaitham

⭐️Modern/University AU

Please mind the tags and read the end note if you plan to read part 2! It’s gonna be the sick part of this sickfic.

Hiiii I’m currently trying to upload chapter 2 of Sicktember Day 8, but ao3 is being super weird and keeps logging me out. The draft is saved, but they don’t seem interested in letting me post it right now 😭 I’ll try again tonight, fingers crossed!

Sicktember Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours from here!”

Here’s chapter 2! Ao3 was being a little funky earlier so I wasn’t able to upload, but it’s up now! :)

Update: Ao3 is still being weird, I just caught it at a time it was working for a sec haha

Rating: M

Media: Genshin Impact

Characters: Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, and Baizhu (lol)

Summary: Kaveh’s condition suddenly takes a turn for the worse, resulting in the group realizing that they need to get him to a hospital.

Notes:

⭐️ Established relationship between Cyno and Tighnari

⭐️ Established relationship between Kaveh and

Alhaitham

⭐️ Modern/University AU

Please mind the tags! I hope you enjoy :) 🩷

Sicktember Day 9: Overdramatic patient/caretaker

Thank you to anonymous for the outline suggestion for this prompt! It was super fun to write :) I honestly got pretty carried away with this one hehe 🩷

Rating: T

Media: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Noctis, Prompto, Ignis, and Gladiolus

Summary: Prompto has very recently become friends with Noctis, and he is fearful of not being good enough to be around a prince, especially since Ignis seems to not approve. This uncertainty all comes to a head when Noctis winds up very sick one day when he’s alone with Prompto.

CW for vomiting and medication 🚨

Sicktember Day 10: The Sniffles

This one was totally improv and wound up being short and fluffy! I hope you enjoy :) 🩷 More coming soon!

Rating: G

Media: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kaveh and Alhaitham

Summary: Kaveh has a cold that seems to be disturbing Alhaitham, but he’s surprised to find that maybe the scribe actually might care about him? Maybe? A little?

Sicktember Day 11 (ALT): “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Thank you anonymous for the outline for this prompt! It was so wholesome 🥺 It’s crazy that I originally started writing fics for k*nk reasons but now like…….. I love writing sappy fluff and soft hurt/comfort stuff 🩷

Rating: G

Media: Final Fantasy XV

Characters: Noctis, Ignis, Prompto, and Gladiolus

Summary: Noctis starts feeling ill and it slowly worsens throughout the day. Ignis runs to town to get medicine, but Noctis is asleep before he can get back. Hopefully, he sleeps through the night…

Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION

(Now including drawn picture also made by me ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ))

Me trying to write stories ROMAN SANDERS EDITION

1193 words and counting. Trigger-Warning slight alluding to self-harm +negative thoughts.

That wasn’t that bad Roman tried to convince himself. He’d been through way worse right . . .? Wait was that considered a good thing. He brought his hands to his head. It had begun agonizingly pounding earlier in the day and he could feel the pressure in his ears akin to something like a buzzing sound had begun making its presence known. He felt sluggish and lethargicness crept upon him. Surely they hadn’t meant it that way. Not like their intend was hurting him. So why did he feel so . . so hurt. It was like a piece inside of him was broken off. The piece that carried all his confidence. His admittedly now feeling false bravery. The bravado that helped him conquer his less then awesome feelings. He heard creaking footsteps up the stairs and some soft whispered goodnights.

The mind palace fell empty on sound as its residents started heading to their respective beds. I should probably get some shut eye too thought Roman as he looked around his room. He hadn’t had the time or to be honest motivation to clean it up for a while now. His energy seemed to have wounded down a lot lately. He would put it down to the amount of videos they had been making. But truthfully he wasn’t very much present in them at all let alone having his ideas represented as anything less than annoying. He twirled his messy hair in between his fingers, twiddling his thumbs while rocking back and forth a bit. The silence that now protruded the vacant mind surroundings made the whining in his ears stand out all the more. He grabbed his temple and began rubbing circles on his forehead. He didn’t want things to be this way. It all felt so complicated. And like his incompetence was already making everybody uncomfortable enough. Without highlighting all his other flaws. Normally he loved the spotlight but now it made him itch.

The thought alone made him have trouble breathing. He should be more put together. How could he dream of having a grand live on the stage if he couldn’t even stand a meager spotlight. He felt woozy had his room always been this of kilter, this . . dizzying. His vision blurred had he been crying this whole time. How long . . . he tried wiping away his tears as new ones grew in their places. The clock face on his nightstand was barely legible through mist his eyes produced. It read 02:10 AM. Had he really been rummaging through his hair and been sat thinking here for this long. SHIT- Logan had a schedule he wanted to keep and he didn’t want to be tired and late for the morning meetings. Ouch . . .his head stung if it wasn’t for him feeling immobile he would have moved to pick up some painkillers for his worsening headache. Then again he didn’t wanna wake up the others by making too much sound going to find it in the cabinets below. He’d been warned before about being too noisy and off-putting when trying to practice his favorite musical songs. Keep it down Logan had yelled. Yeah will you can it with your sappy bullshit his mustachy brother had added. He’d tried whisper singing ever since. It didn’t have that much flare to it, but if it made them happier he’d be glad to be of their backs.

The inside of his head felt as if someone had knocked his brain around quite a few times. Cut all its supports out and the remaining short-circuiting heap had been set on fire as some sort of twisted fun added bonus. He sniffled rubbing the underside of his nose and eye sockets. He probably deserved it. The way he’d been performing lately was about as garbage as he felt. The clock face blinked 03:00 AM it read. No, no NO . . . this had to stop. He wasn’t even supposed to stay up again. He was exhausted it took longer than he wanted to admit to come up with his sup-par ideas as it was. He didn’t need to create more problems for himself and everyone around him. He slammed down his fist against his carpet and then recoiled in shock as he remembered he shouldn’t produce sounds this late into the night. Frustrated he dug his nails into his palm and bit on his knuckles as he closed his arms around himself. His knees seemed to tremble a bit, he noticed as he looked down. Was this the self-soothing Virgil had talked about. It didn’t seem that soothing to him.

He looked at his fingers they were cold and absent of colour apart from the stained ink and the numerous papercuts on them. He’d really been trying. It might have looked easy from the outside but ‘’It was all a Ruse’’. As Deceit would so say. More and more often he felt that it was all just too much and that balancing it was getting more impossible as it became harder to smile to himself in the mirror. What had been the last time he’d truly felt accomplished. Like he got his stuff together or at least made it look presentable enough to fool everyone. His heavy eyelids started to droop over his glossy dry red tear stained eyes until they shot up to look at his calendar.

Crap.

He’d forgot. He was so busy being fucking sorry for himself that he’d missed the big red circled due date of the upcoming script. If something had to pull him over the edge this was it he’d reached his limits. And felt surrounded. He started drawing panicked breaths heaving over on himself. He didn’t know what pounded harder his head or his chest. They were gonna be so mad at him or worse they'd be staring on in drooping disappointment as he would stand there ashamed in the corner , uneasy shuffling his feet. Patton would throw out a halfhearted it’s okay kiddo. With Thomas sighing looking away as Logan crumpled his paper up and muttered something about no respect for a proper schedule in the background, again having to adjust each and every detail in his already busily packed important planning scheme. If this was only a mild version of a so called panic attack that he’d had explained to him by Virgil. He couldn’t imagine what a full blown one must have actually felt like. He felt so sorry for the dude. How could he ever manage to put on any sense of composure if he had to have these on an at least a monthly basis. the walls felt like the were eerily closing in on him. He wanted to scream to cry out for help but only a meekly weak sob would be forced out of his throat that as the shadows in the corners of his narrowed eyes started to crop up and he lost his already faltering vision to the black surrounding his corneas. His body sunk to the ground like a melted puddle.

A loud Thud-was heard as his head slammed against the floor.

And we’re back baby!

Ingo Orders a Pizza (and Ends up Regretting it Immensely)

Summary: After three years in Hisui, Ingo has finally returned to Nimbasa! Unfortunately, he’s a bit lost and maybe a liiiiittle bit hungry. A slice or two of pizza couldn’t hurt… right?

Now this is what I’m talking about. Good fic

HorrorDust One-Shot. Enjoy (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

English version

French version

Me writing an emeto sickfic:

"Am i making it too obvious that i like emeto?"

Humorous forehead feeling that turns serious!!!

A is feeling B's forehead literally jokingly, to insinuate that B is being silly or incoherent or just wildly off base somehow. So A gives them a mock-concerned look and places their hand on B's forehead for just a moment.

Then: Hesitation. Confusion. The mock frown turning serious. "Wait, what the hell, B?"

And in that moment A realises that B is ACTUALLY running a temperature and hasn't said a word this entire time 🥰🥰🥰

another beach vacation

inspired by those bizarre moments when it’s sweltering out and somehow you’re freezing with a fever (most definitely not inspired by my low-grade fever last week lol)

It was just another hot day at the beach during their vacation at the oceanside cottage, but B can tell something’s off. They’re all swimming, B a bit further out from A and C, but B notices that A’s out of the water more than they’re in, and they barely get in past ankle-deep water. After a few minutes and some wild gesturing from C, they get in deeper, and B goes back to swimming alongside the current.

But when B checks again, A’s left the water entirely, sitting directly in the sun even though they burn easily. When B gets out to investigate, they see A’s covered in goosebumps and visibly shivering, arms wrapped around their knees.

“A, what are you doing? You’re gonna get burned.”

A shrugs. “I’m cold. Like, in my bones. I don’t know what’s wrong.” A gentle breeze wafts through the air, sending a shudder rippling through them, and they hug their knees tighter to their chest. “I thought the sun would help me warm up.”

B wraps a towel around them and curls behind A, hugging them close. Contrary to A’s belief, they feel like a banked coal against B’s body, yet B can feel the small shivers that ripple through them as they rub A’s blanketed arms. “You’re probably just a little chilled from the water.”

“Maybe.” A’s voice is small, shaky, quiet. Not at all like themselves.

Eventually, A pulls on the dry t-shirt B offers and lays down under the beach umbrella, curling up in a ball with arms wrapped around themselves, while B pulls out a battered old paperback. Every so often, B can hear A’s teeth chatter, and eventually they drape one of the dry towels over them, even though it’s sweltering out.

C darts up dripping wet, starting to say something to B, but stops short when they see A laying down. “What’s wrong with A?”

“Not feeling well.” B glances down from their book to see A, still curled under the towel. “They got chilled and needed to warm up for a bit.”

C stops short, glancing down at A, then to B, face guilty. “I….may be the cause of that.”

B gives A a confused look. “What?”

“They…didn’t really want to swim, said they didn’t feel up to it. I nagged them, told them they were boring and never wanted to have fun, and then they finally got in.“ C shrugs, swiping their foot in the sand. “They shook so bad the whole time they were in the water. I thought they were faking to be dramatic.” C looks sheepish. “It’s just….it’s so hot out, and the water wasn’t that cold…”

C’s not wrong—the air temperature must be over 90 degrees, and there’s barely a cloud in the sky. But A’s visibly shivering, face pale in the shade of the umbrella, hands clutching the towel tightly around their shoulders like they can’t get the extra layer close enough.

“A, you feeling any better?”

A just moans, pulling the towel up to their chin. B reaches out a hand, and the mystery is solved the second their palm touches A’s feverish forehead. They’re even warmer now in the shade than when B felt them earlier.

Poor thing. “A, we’re gonna go back up to the house now and get you dried off and in bed. You’ve got a fever.” A moans again, softer this time.

C’s face falls at B’s announcement. “I guess I’ll…stay here a bit longer then. Meet you at home.”

B nods, hoists A up in their arms in a bridal carry, towel and all, and begins the trek up the winding path back to the coastal beach house.

Arriving home, B carries A up to the bathroom and persuades A to allow a quick shower to wash off all the sand and salty seawater. A shivers the entire time, knees tucked to their chest and arms folded to their body, head bobbing as they fight to stay awake, hands feebly rubbing at the goosebumps that skitter across their arms.

Eventually the two minutes of misery are over and B wraps a thick bath towel around A’s waist, and another around their shoulders. The rest of the home is frigid from the air-conditioning, and A hunches over to try and preserve warmth as they half-shuffle, half lean on B to their room. B helps them dress in a dry t-shirt and shorts and eases them under the light summer covers, and A pulls the top quilt tightly around their body.

“I’m going to run to the corner store and see if they have some medicine. Stay in bed, okay?”

B takes the single moan from the lump of blankets as a yes.

A half hour later, B returns with a plastic grocery bag full of medicines, expecting to find A still curled up in bed. But instead, A’s on their hands and knees by their suitcase, frantically rummaging through their clothes.

“A, what are you doing out of bed?”

“I need s-s-something, anything warmer.” A’s teeth are audibly chattering, and they’re clutching their arms close to their body as they shake with chills. “I tried to sleep, I tried, but the c-covers are so thin, and I couldn’t stop shivering, and I couldn’t figure out how to turn the AC down…” A’s lower lip quivers as they stare mournfully at their suitcase. “I didn’t bring anything warm. Not even a pair of socks. I’m so cold…”

B’s heart squeezes at the admission. “C’mon. Let’s get you back under the covers and I’ll see if I can find some of my stuff you can wear.”

After getting A back in bed, B goes to their room and begins tearing clothes from their suitcase, but it’s useless—the weather forecast had been for sweltering temperatures all week, so they just some lightweight T-shirts, shorts, an outfit for when they went to town for dinner….

“What’s wrong?” C must’ve gotten back after B, and they’ve now changed into regular clothes, hair still damp, with a half-eaten popsicle in one hand.

“A’s got bad chills and can’t sleep. And of course, none of us brought warm clothes because it’s so hot here.” A tosses another pair of shorts to the side. “We used up all the towels, too, so we can’t even have that as an option until I do some laundry—“

“I’ve got some sweatpants they can borrow.” C shrugs. “And an old sweatshirt, I think.”

“You? In the summer?”

C shrugs. “What? I hate the thought of being cold.” Their eyes flick to the carpet. “And it’s sort of my fault anyways. I shouldn’t have made them swim when they weren’t feeling good.”

“Hey. You didn’t know.” B gives C’s shoulder a squeeze, even though C doesn’t look absolved.

Within a minute, C makes it back to A’s bedroom with the extra layers, plus some extra blankets they found from the linen closet. B helps A dress, then wraps an extra blanket around their shoulders before tucking them back under the covers.

“Better?” B asks, rubbing A’s back through the blankets.

“Uh huh,” A says with a sigh, burrowing deeper into the blankets. “I thought I was gonna freeze.”

C’s at the end of A’s bed, scuffing their toe into the carpet, when they finally speak. “A, I….I didn’t mean what I said back at the beach. Heck, I shouldn’t have said it, even if you were feeling well. You’re not boring, I promise. I was just being stupid, and I’m sorry.”

“C, you were forgiven the minute you gave me these clothes,” A says, voice muffled from beneath the blankets. “But if you’re not feeling forgiven enough, making me a cup of hot tea will absolve you fully.”

“On it.” C darts away to the kitchen, and after giving A three different types of medicine, B settles in with their book on the bed next to A.

“Sorry I’m ruining the vacation,” A mumbles, quieter. “I’d much rather be out in the sun and swimming than in here trying to stay warm.”

“Nonsense. You’re just giving us a little break from the sun.” B smiles, giving A’s shoulder a little squeeze before tucking their blankets just a little bit tighter.

august 5: pain | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 198

prompts are from the august 2023 collection from the lovely jegulus microfic mod

Regulus groaned as he woke up. A stab of pain shot through his head as he tried to sit up in bed. He crumpled back down and another sting went through his head when it hit his pillow.

He didn’t even bother opening his eyes as he called for his husband. “Jamieeee!” He coughed immediately after yelling and his throat felt like it was being burned.

Regulus dragged a blanket over his face to shield it from the light coming through the bedroom window.

He heard some shuffling then felt a light touch on his shoulder. Then came the gentle inquiry, “What’s wrong, love?” 

Knowing James was near, Regulus turned over and curled into him, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly. “M’sick,” he grumbled. 

The mere presence of James was already helping Regulus feel better but even though they’d been married for a year, he wouldn’t admit that to James.

“I can bring you some tea and a Tylenol?” James offered, stroking Regulus’ head comfortingly.

Regulus leaned into the touch and hummed. He shook his head and nestled his face into the crook of James’ neck and shoulder. “Just want you,” he mumbled.

“Anything you want, Reg.”

I'm so excited to get to know your blog! How about a story where Claire gets sick before a match and Harper can see it, and tries to talk her out of it but fails? And maybe halfway through the match, Claire has to throw up and either runs off or does so in the ring.

Thanks so much for the request! Sorry this took so long and ended up so short. I hope you enjoy! 

Story under the cut :)

It felt like a cloud was hanging over her eyes. She tries to focus on the padded fist that was flying towards her. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate on the match at hand. Harper’s voice echoed in her fogged mind over and over again. “Claire, this is a really bad idea. You obviously don’t feel well. You can skip one match, can’t you?”

And damn, was her girlfriend right.

Claire panted, feeling the sweat roll down her forehead. Her lungs felt tight and her belly was bubbling ominously. She knows she’s going to throw up, and she knows she doesn’t want it to be here. But she can’t just forfeit the fight. That’s not at all a Claire thing to do. That would also make all of her efforts to tough it out worth nothing. 

She dodges the fist that was approaching her, and swiftly lands a kick to her opponents calf. The girl lands hard on her ass, and it takes a couple moments for her to get up. 

Claire takes these moments to try and catch her breath but wasn’t paying attention to the blow that was surely about to knock the wind out of her. Except, when it hit, it didn’t only knock the wind out of her, it brought up a thick flow of her meager breakfast and stomach acid along with it. 

She saw the girl across from her step back, allowing Claire to fall hard on her knees and pull her gloves off. She was trying to breathe but the air just wasn’t coming. What did come was her insides up and out of her throat.

The audience went quiet as Clair retched, letting out all the grossness that had been fucking up her stomach for the past few hours. She could feel the disgusted gaze of her opponent but chose to ignore it. (I mean damn you don’t have to look you know). The small familiar hand that began rubbing circles onto her sweat soaked back was practically a godsend.

“C’mon babe, just…let it out. I guess it’s too late to get out of this one isn’t it?” Harper chuckled sadly. Thank God for her girlfriend. Claire hates the sweet caretaking things most people do in these situations, but Harper is always there to make sure that doesn’t happen. 

“I uh…I really shoulda listened to ya Harp.” Claire panted, gripping harder onto her stomach. Harper couldn’t help the deep blush creeping up onto her cheeks. 

Harper cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. “Yeah, well now you know you should listen to me more often. Now, do you wanna get cleaned up so we can go home?”

Claire shook her head. “I can’t just leave H. All these people.”

“All these people can suck it. Let’s go.” And I guess that’s the end of that.

Sick Jesse

Just something I randomly decided to write at 3 AM this morning... 

Enjoy!

“C’mon Jess, we have to leave in literally twenty minutes and if you’re not even out of bed I swear to god...” Beth sighed, knocking once again on her younger brother’s door. This is the third and final time she’s done so this morning, and if he doesn’t come out in five minutes, she’s leaving him on his own. She had to admit, she was a little concerned about leaving him to go to school by himself. Jesse tends to be a violent person and attracts a lot of attention from the bad people in their area. Bethany knocks once more, but much softer this time. “Jesse?”

She opens the door, and on the other side of the door was Jesse, still fast asleep. Bethany had initially thought Jesse was faking and just ignoring her, but it surprisingly seemed that he was actually still sleeping. She winced when she heard the door creak loudly. Apparently, that was enough to wake her brother.

Jesse sits up, rubbing his eyes with a closed fist. Now that he’s awake, Bethany was no longer concerned.

“Well well, look who’s back from the dead.” she chuckles, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. Jesse looks up from under his blonde fringe and groaned.

“Shut up Beth, ’m not in the mood,” he muttered, pulling the covers back over his head and collapsing back onto his pillow. The brunette could only groan at her brother’s laziness. Though it was weird that he didn’t reply with a more snarky remark. And she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Jesse this exhausted before either. She knows she should be concerned, but Bethany has classes starting soon, and her brother is not going to drag her down with him for terrible attendance.

“Get up you ass, we gotta go to school.” Bethany pushes herself off the doorframe and makes her way over to where Jesse was lying. After not getting another reply, she thought, “did this kid really go back to sleep?” So she tugs the blankets off her brother and lays her hand on his back to shake him, but stopped when she felt the heat radiating off of him.

That’s definitely not normal.

“Jess? Hey, wake up for a sec.” she instructed. She kept her hand on his upper back, taking a seat next to him. Jesse takes a deep breath in before shifting his eyes up to meet his sister’s. The pounding in his head was consistent, even in the darkness. Thank god for the lights not being on.

“ ‘the fuck are you waking me for…” he mumbled. His eyes were extremely heavy. God, why was he so tired? He didn’t even want to move. His body hurt and felt almost unresponsive to what his mind was telling it to do.

“How you feelin’ kid?” Bethany asked, starting to rub her hand up and down in what she hoped was a comforting gesture. She knows she’s going to be late for school, but school can suck it.

Right now, her little brother was practically unresponsive, and with her parents out at work, she’s the only one who can help him at the moment.

“ 'm really tired. ‘can’t get outta bed.” Bethany tries not to panic. She thinks she has an idea of what Jesse could be suffering from but does that require a hospital? Should she call her mom? No, she can deal with this herself. She’s just gotta call in sick for the both of them.

“Alright, does anything hurt? Head, stomach, throat…?” she listed. It took a minute to get a response, and although it was quiet, it was better than nothing.

“Ahh… god, my head. Hurts really bad.” he moaned, quick to entangle his hands into his hair. He curled in on himself more, and it was clear to Beth just how sick he was. Yeah, school’s a no no.

Bethany replaces Jesse’s hands with her own, beginning to massage his head softly. She thinks about how weird it is seeing Jesse be so openly vulnerable. She hasn’t seen him like this since he was around 8 or so.

She didn’t say much else until she heard Jesse’s soft snores. He must be getting congested because he normally doesn’t snore. Beth can easily see her little brother’s illness is only going to go downhill from there, but for right now, she’ll just try and see if sleeping would make him feel better.

She’ll ask who he could have possibly gotten mono from later

In which Kaida learns the importance of rest when around a certain sky pirate.

Do you have any sick Jinx headcanons??

Idk if you mean for when Jinx is sick or if the reader is sick so I'll do both :)

When Jinx is Sick:

Delirious, VERY delirious

A lot of hallucinations, like more than usual

Photosensitive me too bestie

She'll ask you to stay with her while she rests

Asks for a lot of pillows too

Keeps refusing to stay hydrated and take medicine (she eventually does though after you insist over and over)

She tosses and turns a lot when trying to sleep, moaning in pain here and there and mumbling to herself if she does fall asleep. You'd normally wake her from nightmares, but she needs the rest, so you scoop her up into your arms and hold her close.

She relaxes almost immediately and cuddles into the warmth of your chest.

When You're Sick:

Prepare to be spoiled

You're lying half-asleep on your mattress while Jinx launches several pillows and stuffed animals at you

You feel like death but she's super cute so it's fine

Frequent checkups

"Do you need juice? Water? You should drink something, trinket."

"You haven't eaten much today, I'll go cook you something!"

She's not the best cook ever but she tries and that's all that matters

Sits with you for almost the entire time, tinkering with bombs and other inventions but more-so paying attention to you, checking for any temperature changes or more symptoms

So, so many forehead kisses even though you tell her you're sick and don't wanna get her sick

It's whatever, though. You feel miserable and she wants to give her partner some love, is that so bad?

Never Going to Leave You by Eye_Collective

Fandoms:Batman - All Media Types

General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

M/M

Complete Work

02 Oct 2023

Tags

No Archive Warnings Apply Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent Tim Drake Kon-El | Conner Kent Bernard Dowd Janet Drake(mentioned) Jack Drake(mentioned) Sickfic Tim Drake-centric Hurt/Comfort Emotional Hurt/ComfortDay #02 Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake Tim Drake Needs a Hug Tim Drake Gets a Hug Tim Drake Has Abandonment Issues Tim Drake has Anxiety Suicidal Thoughts Angst with a Happy Ending Angstober 2023

Summary

Tim gets sick,but Bernard and Kon are stuck going to places. So, Tim stuck with his thoughts.

Day 2: Anxiety

@annarendellsa your first prompt! Second one coming soon! 

Really, it’s a miracle more of them didn’t get sick. The six of them don’t have much room to hide from one another in their matchbox of an apartment. But maybe the others are more resilient than Ruby and Rose. Or Scarlet baptized them in hand sanitizer and Ruby and Rose just missed the memo.

In any case, the others are out, and Ruby and Rose are home with head colds, their heads full of snot and their throats coated in acrid phlegm. Nevertheless, Rose is somehow forcing herself out of bed to tend to Ruby like a sniffling, half-dead nurse.

Ruby stares at her sister in bewilderment as she hands her a tray of microwaved chicken soup and a fresh box of tissues, all while looking like she might crumble to dust at any second.

“Rose, c’mon, lie down,” Ruby croaks. “You’re gonna collapse.”

“I’m okay, really,” Rose lies. “I’ll sit down and have some soup later.”

“Have you eaten anything today?”

“Well…no,” Rose says with a frown. “I haven’t had much of an appetite today.”

With tremendous effort, Ruby forces herself out of bed like a revenant clawing its way out of a grave.

“I swear, you’re like some, like, fragile Victorian waif. Come with me, you gotta eat. Scarlet will kill me if you die on my watch.”

She drags her sister through the apartment until she’s forced Rose into a chair and practically shoved soup into her face.

“Er, Ruby?”

“Eat. Lunch. Now.”

Thankfully, Rose has enough of an appetite to get down some soup and water, and the two of them find themselves under a fortress of blankets on the couch, well-fed and ready to hibernate. Outside, a light snow is falling, muffling the frenetic ambience of the city.

“I love winter,” Rose sighs. “Everything just feels so much more peaceful.”

“I like it too,” Ruby says. “It’s quiet. Everything’s dead. I just wish humans would wither and die too instead of having their stupid New Year’s parties and drinking until they drop.”

“But the world isn’t dead,” Rose says, conveniently ignoring the second part of Ruby’s statement. “It’s just sleeping. Getting ready for a rebirth in spring. I feel like that’s how it is with a lot of things. Cycles of beginnings and endings. Even when things get really hard, or really bleak, you’ll get a chance to bloom again.”

Ruby fights the urge to audibly scoff. Typical Rose. Talking like some wistful old woman. Scarlet calls Rose an old soul. Maybe there’s some truth to that. Maybe Rose really is some Victorian waif, reborn into their chaotic cesspool of a family as punishment for some terrible crime. Ruby’s not really sure what crime Rose would have committed, though. Rose won’t even kill spiders; just shepherds them into a napkin and takes them outside. Maybe she was sent to their family by mistake.

“You believe in all that stuff?” Ruby asks. “Cycle of life and death and karma and all that stuff?”

“In a way,” Rose says. “I think we’re all part of something bigger than us. And I think that the universe has a way of looking out for people. I mean, look at us! We don’t have a lot of money, and you and I, we have to go to the doctor a lot, but we still always have dinner on the table, and a roof over our heads, and a grandmother who loves us. There’s a thousand little blessings for us out there. You just need to know where to look.”

Ruby’s not sure how much saccharine philosophy she can take, so she steers the conversation in a more comfortable direction.

“What do you think happens when we die?” she asks, smirking when Rose blinks at the sudden change of subject. “You know, since we’re talking about life and the universe and all that shi—stuff.”

Rose considers. Her face scrunches up adorably as she thinks.

“I think we come back, in a way,” she says at last. “Not how we were. Different. Our bodies become part of the earth and feed the plants. Our souls find somewhere new to land, someone new to be, and we live new lives, as new beings. But we’re not really ‘us’ anymore, you know? We have new lives, and new dreams and fears. I suppose.” She blushes, and laughs. “I’ve been talking a lot, I’m sorry. How about you?”

Ruby shrugs.

“I don’t know. I kind of feel like you just…die. But who knows.” She looks out the window at the falling snow, and imagines a million tiny souls, human and animal, cast from their bodies and sent adrift, falling to the earth. “Maybe we become ghosts. That’d be fun. I’d haunt Carmen, rearrange her makeup, cut her hair while she’s sleeping.” She turns back to Rose and smirks. “You know, the usual. Except I couldn’t be caught.”

“That’s mean!” Rose says, but laughter creeps into her voice. “What if you could help people, as a ghost? You know, go places others couldn’t and know what they couldn’t know?”

“Tell you what,” Ruby says, as she ruffles her younger sister’s hair. “You and me, when we’re ghosts, let’s do that. Be invisible helpers. Find people’s missing keys and pets and junk. As long as we can write spooky messages in their mirrors.”

Rose giggles.

“Deal.”

The afternoon passes slowly and comfortably. Rose and Ruby sit on the couch in companionable silence. Eventually, Rose leans her head on Ruby’s shoulder and drifts off. Ruby isn’t far behind her, closing her eyes and nodding off into the wild unknown of sleep.

I kind of want to write a fanfic today, does anyone have any ideas?