“Please, mate? I could really use your help.” Joe pleaded into the phone.
“I’m sure one of the others would be more…qualified to take care of her. Or even Y/F/N! What is she doing?” Josh asked, phone pressed to his ear.
“Everyone is busy, and I’m not able to get back. Please, Josh. Y/N just needs someone to grab her stuff from the shops and to make sure she eats. That’s all. It’ll be easy.”
“Josh, I never ask you for anything. I’m asking you now. Please, go take care of my sick girlfriend. It’s for two days. Not even!”
“Fine.” He conceded, “I’ll go.”
“Thank you! You’re a life saver.”
“She’s not dying, is she?!”
“No!” Joe laughed, “It’s just a saying. Y/N will let you in, I’ll text her to say you’re going over.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Josh mumbled, heading to his bedroom to gather a few items. “You owe me, Sugg.”
“I know, I do.” Joe replied sincerely. “Thank you, honestly.”
“Good luck with your meetings.” Josh told him before ending the call.
“Hello.” Y/N smiled as she opened the door, but she leaned heavily against it. “Joe was exaggerating, you didn’t need to come over.”
Josh opened his mouth to reply, but she began to couch harshly, gripping the door so she wouldn’t fall over.
“Apparently I did.” He told her, frowning as he put an arm around her. “Back to the couch. Or bed. Which one?”
“Couch.” Y/N replied, wincing at the rawness in her throat. “Stairs are too much.”
“Right.” Josh kicked the door shut behind them as he lead her back to living room, wondering if she should be shaking that much.
Once she was curled up on the couch once again, a couple of blankets wrapped around her, he stood in front of her.
Laughing softly, she nodded towards the kitchen. “Can you manage tea?”
“Yes. I think so.”
“Do you know where anything is?”
“Of course not,” She sighed. “Well, the kettle is on the counter, and the tea is in the cupboard beside the fridge.” Nodding, Josh headed for the kitchen, and after a little bit of a struggle, he managed to get the water boiling before searching through the cupboard for the tea.
“No, the other cupboard!” Y/N called from the couch, laughter laced through her words. “Oh, you are hopeless!”
“Don’t you dare get up!” Josh said sternly, noticing her make a move to stand up. “You are sick. And Joe will kill me if you get hurt.”
“I won’t get hurt if I walk towards the kitchen.”
“Just stay there.” Josh pointed at her, and rolling her eyes, Y/N settled back against the couch.
By time the water was boiling, he managed to find the tea, and made them both a mug. Only spilling a little bit on his walk back over to the couch, he settled in beside her, studying her face..
There was no doubt that she was sick. Her skin was pale and had a light sheen from sweat, there were bags under her eyes, and her hands still shook slightly as she lifted the mug to her lips.
“Stop staring. I know I look like shit.” Y/N mumbled, smiling when Josh jumped.
“You look fine.”
“Sure I do. Want to watch a movie?”
“Yeah, okay.” A movie, he could handle that. This taking care of Joe’s sick girlfriend should be easy.
Except it wasn’t.
Because they ran out of cold medicine, and the shops had closed early because it was a Sunday. Josh offered to go farther, to find a Tesco, but Y/N insisted she would be fine.
Until her fever suddenly spiked, and Josh began to freak out. He didn’t know what to do, or how to help. But he refused to call Joe. Because his mate had asked him to come help, and he was meant to be reliable.
So Josh did the next best thing: he called Conor.
“You’re at home, right?” Josh said quickly, eyes darting over to the shivering body curled up on the couch. Y/N was also groaning lightly, her arms wrapped around her stomach, and her eyes were closed tightly.
Josh was terrified something was really wrong with her.
“Just a moment.” Conor told him, still confused. But there was some muffled talking before a kind voice carried through the speaker.
“Hi, Helen. I need your help.”
“What’s wrong, dear?” Her voice turned worried, her motherly instinct kicking in.
“Uhm, I’m over at Joe’s taking care of his girlfriend, Y/N. She’s sick. But…well. I don’t know what to do. And she doesn’t look very good. And she’s shaking and pale and groaning and help.”
“Alright, first, take a breath.” Helen said calmly, and Josh did as told. “Now, have you taken her temperature recently?”
“Yes. About twenty minutes ago. It was near a hundred.”
“Hmm, that’s not good, but not bad enough to bring to the hospital. And you said she was shaking?”
“Quite a lot.”
“That’s okay, her body is just trying to fight the virus. Has she had anything to eat today?” Helen continued her questioning, and Josh glanced over at the kitchen counter, where the plate of half eaten toast still sat.
“A little bit of toast. And some tea to drink earlier.”
“Good. Simple things are all she can handle for now. Any vomiting?”
“Not yet. But she’s got her arms wrapped around her stomach.”
“Might want to grab a bucket, or move her closer to the bathroom.”
“Oh.” Josh said simply, and Helen laughed lightly.
“You’re doing fine, dear. Honestly. It’s hard, taking care of someone. Because there’s only so much that can be done.”
“What…what can I do for now?” Josh asked her, moving closer to Y/N.
“Keep her warm. Get her to drink a little bit of water. And if she does start to vomit, she’ll probably want some crackers after. I wouldn’t worry too much about the medicine, you can pop out and grab some tomorrow. If her temperature goes any higher though, you may have to take her to the hospital.” Helen told him and Josh felt a slight bout of panic at that.
“Yes, but only if it gets worse. Check her temperature every hour, and feel free to call Conor again to talk to me if you need anything else. Are you going to be alright?”
“I, uhm, I think so. Thank you, Helen.”
“Any time, Josh. I’ll ring you tomorrow to check in on Y/N. Good night.”
“Night.” Josh muttered, ending the call.
When Joe came home the next evening, Josh met him at the door.
“Never ask me to do that again.”
“Was it that bad?” Joe blinked up at the taller man.
“He did fine!” Y/N called from the other room.
“Never again.” Josh repeated, following Joe into the living room.
“Hello, love.” Joe smiled over at Y/N, dropping a kiss on her head. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” She replied, smiling up at him. “Josh just got a little freaked out when my fever spiked.”
“Was everything okay?” Joe frowned a little, glancing between the two.
“After I called for help, yes.” Josh shrugged.
“Help?” Joe laughed, “Who in the world did you call?”
“Mama Maynard.” Y/N answered as Josh blushed. “She seems like a very lovely woman.”
“I’m going home now. I am never taking care of a sick person ever again.” Josh shook his head, picking up his bag. “I don’t care if I’m the last resort, Joe. Never again.”
“Bye, Josh!” Y/N called after him while Joe continued to laugh.
Poor Josh, he ended up sick in bed two days later.
Y/N and Joe offered to come over to help take care of him. He told them to piss off.
76 ("i can't ... i can't lose you.") with lams! ur a great writer btw
thank you so much!! here you go <3
Word Count: 810 (whoops sorry it’s so long)
Warnings: mentions of death
Alex woke up in the middle of the night when he felt his bed
trembling. He rolled onto his side to look at his boyfriend, and found him
shuddering uncontrollably. Fear struck his heart and he wrapped John into his
arms. His normally warm skin felt clammy to Alex’s touch.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” Alexander asked, placing kiss on his
boyfriend’s cheek. John huddled himself into the embrace, but couldn’t stop
shaking. He was in a cold sweat, and Alexander wondered if it was a nightmare.
After touching his wrist to his boyfriend’s forehead, though, he found a roaring
“Oh, honey, you’re burning up!” Alexander said, feeling
nervous. He hated fevers. They
brought back so many painful memories.
“I f-feel like I’m fr-freezing,” John shuddered into his
boyfriend’s chest, and Alex tightened his grip and wrapped the blankets closer
“Just try to calm down,” Alexander said soothingly, running
his fingers through John’s beautiful curly hair and kissing his forehead. Eventually
his shivers subsided and they both managed to fall back asleep.
In the morning, though, John bolted out of bed and ran to
the bathroom, throwing up violently, trembling again. Alex chased after him and
held back his hair, trying to calm himself and his boyfriend down.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked after John sat back. “Do you feel
like you’re going to throw up again?”
John shook his head, but he still looked queasy, his face
unsettlingly pale. Alexander scooped him up into his arms and carried him out
to the living room couch, swaddling him in blankets. He set about making herbal
tea and gathering some of John’s favourite books, movies, and magazines,
bringing them all to his sick boyfriend.
After Alexander had buzzed around for hours, fretting over
his boyfriend, John took his hand.
“Alex, honey… please calm down,” he begged, looking up at
him with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m just really worried about you,” Alex said,
sinking down into a chair positioned next to John.
“I’ll be fine,” John smiled, but then began to cough, another
shudder running through him.
“Can I at least take your temperature?” Alexander asked, his
voice filled with concern. John nodded and Alexander ran to get the
thermometer. John silently prayed that it would be a somewhat low fever, not
for his sake, but for his boyfriend’s. No such luck.
“Jesus! You’re at 104 degrees! We should call the doctor!”
Alexander cried frantically, panic welling in him.
Again, John grabbed his hand. “Please, Alexander, I’ll be
fine! Don’t freak out. The fever will break.”
Alexander sat down again, staring at John with fear behind
his eyes. “Fine. But, please, if you’re still running this high in two hours,
let me call the doctor.”
“Okay,” John nodded. “But please, for now, try to relax.”
They were quiet for the next few hours. John tried to hide
his shudders as he read The Princess
Bride for the umpteenth time, and Alexander failed to focus on his own
book, Leviathan. After two hours had
passed, and not a moment more, Alex whipped out the thermometer again and took
his boyfriend’s temperature.
“Oh my God,” Alexander said, panic constricting his airway
as he read the tiny display. “We have to go to the hospital.”
As he was being scooped gently into Alex’s arms, John asked
quietly, “What did it say?”
“It’s a bad bug, Mr. Hamilton, but he’ll be fine. It’s good
that you brought him in, though. He should spend the night.”
As the doctor spoke, Alex’s anxiety lessened, but he was
still uneasy. When the doctor stopped speaking, Alexander replied as calmly as
he could, but his voice still shook; “See, you keep telling me that he’s going
to be fine, but that’s what the doctors said about my mother, and she died
under their watch.”
“Oh… I’m very sorry to hear that, Mr. Hamilton, but I assure
you that Mr. Laurens is in very good hands.”
“Okay,” Alexander nodded, looking down at the ground. He
still wasn’t convinced.
“Ring if you need anything, okay?” the doctor said, clapping
a hand to Alex’s shoulder.
Alexander nodded and went back into the hospital room,
taking a seat by his boyfriend’s head.
“The doctors say you’re going to be okay,” Alex said, but
John could hear the tremor in his voice.
“Alexander, are you okay?” John asked, taking his hand.
When he felt John’s hand in his own, Alex’s eyes filled up
with tears, remembering the feeling of his mother’s hand in his as the life
“I can’t… I can’t
lose you,” Alexander said, the tears spilling onto his face. “Not like I
lost her… you mean too much to me.”
John felt tears prick his own eyes. “I’m not going anywhere,”
he said, kissing his boyfriend’s hand.
Wiping at his tears, Alex laughed, “You better mean that.”
I’ve been thinking about Cirque du Freak lately and feeling nostalgic but also absolutely bewildered remembering back to 2007 era when a girl included me in her self-insert crossover fan fiction of cirque du freak/the demonata series that spanned three full books worth of content that was based around including the users that frequented a fan-made piczo site for cirque du freak where we were thrown into that universe and honestly, I miss her and the fact that I can’t reread any of it ever again.
Lol why are people freaking out about fever code? XD Which reminds me... Have you heard of the Mortality Doctrine series? Its by James Dashner as well (And it's my fav book series and needs to have more attention because it is sooo good)
I’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR IT FOR LIKE A THOUSAND YEARS AND I CANNOT FIND EM XCVBNJHGFDFGHJKJHGFGHJHG
imagine yuuri coming down with pneumonia while viktor's traveling for some reason or another. he thinks it's just a chest cold and ignores it for a good while. by the time it gets really bad, he's practically too sick to even get up and no one even knows save for makkachin.
FUCK MAN you guys are killing it rn. this is one of my all-time favorite tropes!!!!!! how much i love pneumonia shouldn’t be news to anyone but this is totally kicked up a notch with yuuri getting really, really sick all alone and no way to call for help.
i’d imagine that yuri p. eventually comes by the apartment because viktor can’t get in touch with yuuri at all (what happened to his phone? idk) and he’s getting worried, so he nags until yuri agrees to go check on him (ofc he’s secretly worried too) and he finds yuuri huddled in blankets on the couch, coughing and wheezing terribly and shaking with fever. yuri freaks out and calls an ambulance because he doesn’t know what else to do. and it turns out he made the right call. yuuri has to be put on oxygen and strong medicine. his fever was dangerously high and he wasn’t getting enough air. when viktor hears that yuuri is sick in the hospital, he immediately drops everything and rushes back home.
I fucking love the college AU. A little bit of angst/fluff, where one of them is terribly sick and the other has to stay to take care of him/her for several days?
One person taking care of the other one who is sick is one of my favorite tropes tbh, especially with Gency! <3 I love this AU too, goodness it’s consuming my soul but at this point its just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Carrot boy gets sick, so doctor in training is on the case! Puking and the like is up ahead just to warn you!
Hanzo actually calls Angela at 2 in the morning and when she first answers her phone her heart is pounding in her chest because 1. Hanzo is calling her, he never calls her, and 2. It’s two in the morning and calls like these are never good
He’s straight to the point about Genji who’s been throwing up since this afternoon and isn’t sure if its bad enough to worry about going to the hospital or if its just a really bad flu
Angela immediately calms down and gets into her doctor zone. Genji’s alright, well, he’s still alive so she’s okay. She leaves a note on the counter for Fareeha before she takes off to the Shimada house.
Once she gets there Hanzo is looking tired and far from the perfect form he usually conveys as he opens the door. He shows her her sweetheart with his head hanging over the toilet bowl.
Genji tries to yell at Hanzo for waking up Angela in the middle of the night to come check on him when he’s clearly fine, but he starts vomiting again. At this point though, it’s mostly stomach acid.
Angela quickly checks his temperature and goes through the routine. Quickly determining it’s not life threatening, just a really, really bad case of the flu. She convinces Hanzo to go bed because there’s nothing he can do and she’ll just stay with him through the night. He thanks her sincerely before looking over his brother one last time.
Carrot boy is so embarrassed that his girlfriend is seeing him like this. His moaning into the toilet is partly because of embarrassment and partly because he feels like his stomach is trying to jump out of his mouth.
Angela laughs softly, saying that this is nothing and that these things happens.
She’ll sit beside him as he lays on the ground beside the toilet. They both agree it’s best to stay as close to the toilet as possible. Genji rests his head on her lap, curling in on himself and feeling pretty pathetic. Using a cool towel resting on his forehead, Angela hopes to fight the fever a little. She brushes her fingers through his hair to soothe him as best as she can.
He keeps apologizing to her, but Angela shushes him. Letting her cool fingers trail across his skin in hopes of comforting him.
She gets him through the night and finally manages to get him to fall sleep at about 5 AM. Hanzo is up by then and helps her move him to his bed where he’s still out like a light. Hanzo decides to stay with him during the day while Angela goes to her classes and then she’ll come back to take over while he goes to work on his classes.
Angela can hardly focus on her studies because 1. Genji’s still sick and 2. she’s gone twenty four hours without sleep. This isn’t an unusually occurrence for her but it doesn’t mean it gets any easier.
She finally gets back to the Shimada house after giving Fareeha a quick call and still finds Genji out cold. She relieves Hanzo, thanking him before checking over Genji once again.
His fever has stayed the same, but he’s stopped throwing up and is resting, so that’s good news.
He finally awakes about 10 at night to find an exhausted Angela fussing over him. He’s apologizing for her staying up and wondering why she’s here right now, he’s fine there’s nothing to worry about but Angela isn’t having any of that.
Genji is half lucid with his fever raging on his body and Angela is keeping a wary eye on him but he finally convinces her to sleep on the end of his bed while he keeps to himself. The last thing he wants to do is get her sick but he wants her to sleep to. After some arguing Angela finally gets on the far side of the bed after Genji promises her he’ll wake her up if he needs anything.
They both end up sleeping through the night, the exhausted babies.
This occurs for the next two days until Genji’s fever breaks and he’s eating food now. Albeit liquid but he’s not throwing up so its all good.
Hanzo thanks Angela over and over again for helping his little brother out and Angela only smiles because of course it was no problem.
Genji has full plans on making it up to Angela because she’s the literally angel that sat beside him while he threw up in the toilet bowl. He’s totally going to spoil her.
I'm so sad that after everything, they cut off Klaroline when they did and I feel bad for the fandom that the writers switched and baited so many times and gave them false hope especially the ones that still believe in Klaroline endgame.
LOL. Seriously. LOL was the first thing that popped to my mind when I read this.
First of all. I am not sad they cut off Klaroline like they did and when they did because it was a blessing in disguise. No one at this point can even deny that 4x23 was the endgame no one is ready to forget and the only IC endgame that matters. So yay for endgame.
The writers after that created a whole bunch of white noise and nonsense that had people running away from the shows. That is the fault of the writers no matter how they are trying to accuse others for their mess. Their wrote abysmal offensive and ridiculous stuff no one could take seriously and people refused to accept them. Simple as that. And bless anyone hearing out there that they did not include Klaroline into that hot mess. Because thank you very much but I love my ship way too much in order to see it become something painfully unrecognizable and have it changed so much even to its core to the point of making me feel at best nauseous.
I mean….for real….this year they showed a crossover where the actors were not even in the same room and yeah people were excited but damn it was so OOC. I cringed. Like for real the hair in the back of my neck danced the caramba. These people had the audacity to take Klaroline and show it with a baby on screen and more baby talk and baby cooing and baby wooing and babies here there and everywhere. How many were mentioned in that phonecall? Three? It was about babies and diapers and about promoting through a successful ship things most people hate. Klaus literally talked about Caroline’s WOMB for crying out loud. They even had Klaus use the visual with his hands to show the depth of the womb value. I mean I get it. This is what these writers think of women and their value but Klaroline was meant to be part of vampire genre and not a teen mom special. This is what they do. They push on things people do not want to see while they keep on with their baby fever. Even freaking twilight only had ONE freaking baby in their universe. The writers even used Klaroline for that mess this year. And this is why personally I have not seen the scenes at all. Not even in youtube. I only saw the gifs here in tumblr and discussions in meta blogs here and twitter. And I did not expect anything after that and at this point I prefer to not expect anything at all because I would rather get nothing than get something extremely disappointing. So please…CUT IT. CUT IT OFF.
Also…No one at this point can even deny how Klaroline had the most devoted fandom that is ready to bring down twitter and boost ratings and create the right environment for interviews and discussions and trends and panic when they get even a whisper of Klaroline (even in this hot mess obviously) and without any promotion. This fandom has absolutely nothing to prove. Just lie back and enjoy the ride.
As for the writers switching and baiting the Klaroline fandom you mean in comparison to what? All the other fandoms they keep on baiting and switching? At least Klaroline shone in a time where the shows were a success and most of all in a time where the writing was good.
These shows are so horribly written now that I am grateful that Klaroline is not part of them. I would hate to see my ship destroyed and have it in the midst of diapers, OOC and abysmal ridiculous writing.
As for the general pettiness and incredulous immaturity and disrespect these people show to their fans. Worry not. What goes around comes around and they are actively showing to everyone that they are a joke. That kind of behavior is noticeable and will bite them back. Yes no one cares for them or the shows anymore. Yes they are third rate writers and actors and shows and maybe they believe that their actions will be swept under the rug because of that but the fandoms and the media are not forgiving towards such shit. So no wonder they have fallen so much in the ratings and in the fan response. No wonder the network treats them the way it does (check lack of promotion, air dates, air days, episode counts, lower budget, loss in advertisements, etc). No wonder people have abandoned them and have not looked back ever since. No wonder of all the negativity that goes around aside from some stans that still stick around but even they are slowing going away. These are not just coincidences.
As for the ones that still believe in Klaroline endgame.
Do you realize that these shows have no consistency whatsoever? No planning. No direction of logic. They only care for floating above when they are desperate (aka why all of the sudden they took Klaroline for a ride once more this year out of literally nowhere) and all the people that are involved with the shows now are practically running around like headless chickens. TVD is standing at its last broken legs and going for their last hooray after being demoted to Fridays and scoring 0.3 in the demo and with Ian and Kat checking out before the lights go officially out and TO was not even introduced to CW’s program for the new season and was pushed to midseason with less episodes and with abusmal writing. No one cares for the shows. No talks about them. They are demoted to a shrunk fanbase and most people are ready to throw a party for their impending cancellation. At this point they have hit rock bottom. Hell they can’t even see the bottom from being so under it. So yeah. Klaroline could be endgame. Klaroline could not be endgame. They could introduce aliens and make them endgame. They could show a haystack rolling in the distance and name it endgame. Nothing makes sense anymore. THEY do not know. No one knows. So at this point it is a toss of the coin and a speculation over what could give them a positive boost for their final performance in order to attract some noise in the media (basically what they did for the 100th episode of TVD). That is practically it. So the people that still believe in Klaroline endgame are not delusional. Are they going to be proven right? Who knows at this point. And that is the point. The shows right now are not even on auto pilot. They are not even in free fall. They have crashed and burned and the funeral march cannot even be heard in the radio silence. So do not feel bad for any of the fans here. Feel bad for the shows and the writers. They do not deserve even that because of their disrespect but at this point it is the only merciful thing they are going to get.
Everything can happen sweetheart. Literally everything. Klaroline included. And it will make no difference because the shows are so bad that even Klaroline will be a shade of what it was and not what people actually want. Everything will be anticlimactic and will make no sense.
And in the end of the day the fans did not hold on to Klaroline because of hope or because of a potential endgame no one has promised them. They hold on to the ship because it was a great ship. Because it had chemistry. Because it was greatly written during TVD’s golden age. Because people do not stop shipping what they like because others tell them to. There are cancelled shows or completed shows that have not aired for years and people still ship couples and characters from those shows even today and quite passionately. People have not stopped shipping Klaroline and will not stop shipping it. Call it passion, insanity, devotion. Call it a fandom that created a family of friends and fanfic writers and video makers and art creators and bloggers and fans that hold on that kept and keep the ship alive. Call it what happens when you catch lighting in a bottle. And how much more when nothing else of value was written afterwards. How much more when the characters themselves were destroyed and turned to OOC caricatures afterwards which made people appreciate Klaroline even more. How much more when the shows turned into a parody so people hold on to Klaroline tighter. That made people hold on to Klaroline more because when you are used to diamonds you do not convert that easily to mud and decide to just take the shit some people try to force down your throat just for reasons. And how much more when as a collective fandom you have to go through attacks and bullying for simply shipping a ship.
Fans do not work like that anymore. Fans have certain expectations and when what they get does not fulfill those expectations then the fans themselves will be vocal and then they can keep what they love alive and hold on to it through the fandom. Welcome to 2016. A lovely time for fans to be happy and never sad and a way where you can get the endgame you deserve one way or another.
I’m sorry it’s not Wednesday yet, but I have a request
: ) Basically I have a fatigue disease but I have been absent to much
this school year already, I can’t stay home sick anymore. But now I
got a bad case of the sniffles, I was already tired and now I just
got my Frkn period ? Could you please please please please write an
Imagine where the reader got a bad cold and the brothers (clumsily)
take care of her ^_^’ It would be a great cheer me up, and I really
love your writing ?
really sucks, I’m sorry:( I hope this is okay and that you’re feeling
better now! Thank you so much!<33
You blow your nose for what must be the twentieth time today,
groaning. You’ve felt it coming on for a few days now, but it hit you
like a freight train this morning.
You hate colds. You hate being miserable and stuffed up and
coughing your guts up every five minutes and most of the time, ending
up bedridden because when you get them, you get them bad.
The last thing you want is for the guys to think you’re weak and make
you sit this one out, you decide as you take a sip of warm, sweet
tea. You’ll get through easy enough. It shouldn’t be that bad, right?
You get halfway to the library before your head spins and stars fill
your quickly darkening vision, and you collapse against the wall.
Shaking legs unable to hold you up, you slide down, your head hitting
your knees with a groan.
“Y/N?” Sam’s voice rings in your ears, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”
You try to assure him that you’re okay, but it’s entirely useless as
your voice is stopped by the urge to vomit.
“Talk to me. Come on!” He’s panicking more then he needs to, his
hand on your shoulder as if you’re dying in his arms.
“I’m-” You cough, closing your eyes tight, “I’m okay.”
“You’re obviously not. You’re burning up.” He lays a cool hand on
your forehead, frowning, “Let’s get you lying down.”
“Bed?” You ask hopefully. He deliberates for a moment, before
shaking his head.
“I want to keep an eye on you. Couch it is.” He slips a hand
beneath your knees and another around your back, “Going up. Tell me
if you need to vomit.”
“Mm.” You nod agreeably, letting your eyes close as Sam picks you
up. He takes you so the sitting room and tucks you into the couch,
wrapping a blanket around you.
“Thanks.” You mumble, and he smiles.
“No problem.” He smiles, passing a hand over your forehead, “I’m
gonna go find a cool compress or something, try and get that fever
broken. You stay right there, alright?”
You nod, tucking the blanket up around your neck and closing your
eyes. You hear his footsteps fade off. The next thing you’re aware of
is conversation right by your side.
not doing that. It’ll hurt her.”
it’ll break the fever!” Dean insists.
not, she’ll freak. The fever isn’t that bad, let it break itself!”
only ice water.”
only a possible heart attack! Let’s just go with the compress, yeah?”
“I’d rather not, if it’s all the same.” You slur tiredly, forcing
your eyes open. Both guys look at you, and Dean raises an eyebrow.
“You’re burning up, Y/N. You gotta be at least… I d'know, forty
“Thanks for your medical expertise, Dean. Much appreciated.” Sam
rolls his eyes, “Y/N, how are you feeling? Talk to us?”
“Hot. Cold. Headache. Tired. Sick.” You summarise, “It’s not
huge, just give me painkillers and let me nap.”
“But-” Sam protests, then stops himself, “Yeah, sleep is a good
idea. Let me leave this on your forehead; take these pills; get some
sleep.” He instructs. You nod obediently.
Pills are distributed (not before an overly lengthy between the
brothers debate over which one would be best) and you drink them
down, before lying on your back as Dean presses a freezing cold
flannel over your forehead.
“Sleep tight.” Sam offers, and Dean rolls his eyes.
“Get your ass better.” He amends, and you smile to yourself. They
might be disagreeable morons sometimes, but they’re your boys.