I did it. I dragged more of my OCs into this addictive cesspit.
Did NOT intend for this to become a sickfic, but it kinda just went there.
Robbie anxiously took a deep breath and knocked on the door of his new Chemistry professor’s office. It was only the second time the class had met, but he knew that, for a rare occasion, he was getting sick, and that it was going to be pretty bad, and he didn’t want Dr. Latham to think that he was flaky or not taking the class seriously.
He winced as the headache that he was developing decided to come back full-force. He just hoped that the stomach bug that had weaved its way through his brothers and his boyfriend would leave him alone long enough to get home without passing out or throwing up.
“Come in,” came a pleasant bass voice.
Robbie took another deep breath, then opened the door.
His new professor was seated behind his desk, which immediately made him less intimidating to Robbie. While he himself was rather tall, Dr. Latham was the better part of a head taller than him. “Hello, Mr. Glaepur. Take a seat. What have you got?”
Robbie sat down in the nearest chair. He wasn’t sure if his legs would take him any further, as queasy as he was starting to feel. Now he was just hoping to get through this meeting and then to the bathroom without throwing up.
“Are you alright, Robbie?” Dr. Latham suddenly asked, dropping any sort of ironic formality in his concern.
Robbie dropped his head in his hands at a sudden rush of nausea. “Not really. I was…” he swallowed hard as the urge to vomit suddenly came upon him. He then whimpered softly, sliding a hand over his mouth.
He heard Dr. Latham utter a muffled oath, then heard him come over in about three large strides. He then felt a large hand on his back. “There’s a bin in front of you.” The hand started rubbing gentle circles.
Robbie opened his eyes to see a bin against his knees. He made a grab for it, trying not to retch until he was actually over it. He was fortunate enough to manage to succeed.
He had only barely gotten his head over the bin before he threw up. He felt Dr. Latham’s hand on his back, another on his forehead, and heard him saying things in a kind and calming tone.
When he finally stopped, he heard Dr. Latham say something that he didn’t understand to get rid of the mess in the bin. While magic was not unheard of, and his boyfriend’s family had some form of magic, as did his family, it still sometimes surprised him to see such casual use of magic.
“Do you have somebody who can come after you?” Dr. Latham asked quietly. “You look like you’re gonna keel over.” Even as badly as he felt, Robbie could hear how Dr. Latham’s accent had broadened in his concern.
Robbie shook his head, the motion making him retch. “No. My brother’s at work.“ He stopped, making a grab for the bin again.
When he stopped again, he finished his statement. “My boyfriend is in class, and his brother is at work. Their father teaches at the high school. I’ll just hang out in the bathroom until Ithro gets off in two hours, or Glanni gets off, can’t remember when.”
Dr. Latham shook his head in dismay. “I can run you home.” Anticipating Robbie’s unspoken protests, he went on to say, “It ain’t nothing for me to do that. Just let me call my wife to let her know.” He laid a cool hand on Robbie’s forehead, letting him lean into it. He had barely dialed the number when Robbie made a grab for the bin again, retching so violently that the other man sat down beside him in order to hold him steady.
In between heaves and bouts of breathless dizziness, Robbie could make out what Dr. Latham was telling his wife. “Yeah, Cissy, I’d say that he’s pretty sick. Can barely move without throwing up. Yeah, don’t feel comfortable leaving him alone. Yeah, like Emmy had last week. Yeah, I will. Nah, he’s got somebody, but they won’t be freed up for at least a couple of hours. Alright, love you too.” He slipped the phone back into his shirt pocket.
He waited until Robbie had stopped for a couple of minutes before saying, “We’re going to wait a few minutes and let you settle a bit before we try to get out to my truck.” He then went over to his desk, pulled out a bottle of water, and brought it over. “Just sip on this a little. I speak from experience when I say dehydration sucks.”
Robbie had to give a weak smile at that.
It was nearly half an hour later before Robbie felt steady enough to attempt to walk with Dr. Latham out to his truck. As he started it, Dr. Latham said. “If you can’t tell me to stop, there’s a bin in front of you.
Robbie nodded, a decidedly queasy look on his face.
Sure enough, within minutes, Robbie was retching violently into the bin, and it didn’t let up until they were parked in the driveway for several minutes.
Dr. Latham looked at him with some measure of concern. “Do you mind if I stay until someone else gets home to be with you?” he asked. “I really don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone as sick as you are.
Robbie nodded. He hadn’t wanted to be alone either. "I still need to text Sportacus and Ithro to pick up my car, and text Glanni to pick up our younger brothers and sister, and…” he was cut off by the need to vomit again.
“Easy son, one thing at a time,” Dr. Latham said, rubbing Robbie’s back. “Let’s get you in the house first.”
Robbie nodded miserably, waiting a few minutes before saying, “I’m ready to try, sir.”
He chuckled, though not unkindly. “Call me Ev. Sir makes me feel old.
It took some doing, as well as a few bouts of retching, to get Robbie into the house and onto the couch. "You don’t have to stay,” Robbie said sending his texts.
“Maybe not,” he said, “but I want to. You’re around the same age as my youngest children, and I don’t have to be anywhere right yet.” He helped Robbie to lay down on the couch, covered him with an afghan, and had the bin nearby.
It was almost three miserable hours later when Sportacus came in with Ithro on his heels. He immediately went over to his boyfriend, stroking his hair
Everett slipped out before they had a chance to thank him. The relief on their faces was thanks enough for him.
2. got a draft right now in the editing process it’s called “Rutnam Shore” and that’s all i’m allowed to tell u about it.
3. still tryna finish a part three to the NTASB ‘verse so dean and cas can get married already.
4. oh and remember that age gap fic i mentioned 17 years ago? i’m still writing that. one day i’ll get around to it i swear.
5. i have a rough manuscript, an original work, where a guy gets two girls pregnant in the same week and doesn’t tell either girl about the other but one of the girls is the other girl’s pediatrician so like they find out that they have the same baby daddy and the guy slowly fades out of the narrative as the girls fall in love with each other and raise their kids together. the baby daddy is the only white guy in the book and every single other character at some point in the story tells him to go fuck himself.
6. another rough, incomplete manuscript that’s technically a cockles au but with original characters roughly based on jensen and misha’s personalities. two married dudes meet while on a construction contract in dubai, end up as roommates for the duration of the contract, and one of them explains polyamory to the other and it freaks the guy out especially bc he has feelings for the other guy. don’t know if i’ll ever finish that one.
Ta-daaaa! This post has been stocked in my scraps for like… a decade! I’ve been changing things, names, dates so many times that I have issues myself to remember who and when. But we are finally here!
Some general, basic informations about my Overwatch Child, Margherita. It’s the first time ever I go this deep with an Original Character, so I really hope you like her! More infos, skins and backstory will come soon.
Fancy to tell me if you’d like to play as her? Ahah! I totally would!
I wrote more detailed explanations about her abilities, but I’m gonna hide the rest of the post since I talked too much. LOL