Whump Prompt #643

The team having a long night’s rest by the campfire. Looks comfy

Caretaker dialogue, feel free to add to the list

"I think you have a fever, you feel warm"

"Bless you, you sound congested"

"Sounds like you're losing your voice"

"That cough sounds horrible"

"Can I help you?"

"You need medicine"

"Feeling any better?"

"Do you need anything?"

"Here, this will make you feel better"

"Are you cold?"

"What's bothering you? What hurts?"

"Maybe I should take you to the doctor..."

"Let me take a look"

"You need rest"

"Let's get you to bed"

"I don't like the sound of that"

"Save your voice"

"Blow your nose, you'll feel better"

"I know you're not feeling well, I'm sorry, I wish there was more I could do for you"

"103? ...no wonder you feel so bad, come on we need to do something about this"

"It's okay, you can't help it"

"Have you been sneezing this much all day?"

"You must be exhausted"

"You sleep okay? No? Looks like you could use a nap"

"Good job"

"When did you start feeling sick?"

When your voice is so gone that your sneezes are hoarse too—

Bugtober

Day 5: palette swap

This or That Gothic Snippet 8- Bedridden

This is also a continuation of gothic snippet 4- winter forest.

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!

Whumpee sneezed for the third time in a row, sending little snowflakes floating around the room.

“Lunchtime, Whumpee!” Caretaker called.

Caretaker entered Whumpee’s room, carrying a tray with a bowl of soup and a steaming mug of tea.

“I made it myself,” Caretaker said proudly.

“Thanks,” Whumpee sniffled.

Caretaker set the tray on Whumpee’s lap and sat on the end of their bed. Whumpee picked up a spoonful of soup and blew on it to cool it. Whumpee didn’t account for their frost breath, however, so instead of merely cooling the soup, they ended up freezing it solid.

“Here, let me,” Caretaker said, taking the spoon and blowing on it.

Caretaker’s fiery breath thawed the soup and warmed it to a perfect temperature. Whumpee took the spoon back gratefully and slurped down the soup. The warm liquid felt soothing on their sore throat.

When Whumpee had finished eating, Caretaker took the tray and set it on the bedside table.

“I still don’t understand how I got sick in the first place,” Whumpee croaked.

“You were hypothermic for quite a while, Whumpee, I’m sure that had something to do with it,” Caretaker responded.

Caretaker put a hand to Whumpee’s forehead and frowned at the heat they felt there. Whumpee’s ice powers kept them colder than most, but right now they felt warmer than even a normal person.

“I think you might have a fever,” Caretaker said.

Whumpee shivered under the covers; their powers were still malfunctioning from the other day, and they were no closer to getting warm than they were to getting better.

“Would you like me to warm you up?” Caretaker asked.

“Could you?” Whumpee asked pitifully.

Caretaker nodded, then scooped Whumpee up into their arms. They bundled a blanket around Whumpee and concentrated on spreading their heat throughout their body. There was the distinct sound of a sigh of relief from Whumpee. Steam filled the room as Caretaker hugged Whumpee close.

“I think you might have thawed me out,” Whumpee laughed tiredly.

“Oh no, is that bad?” Caretaker asked, brows furrowed.

“No, no,” Whumpee said, “I typically freeze back up within an hour or so, and with my powers on the fritz I’m sure that’ll happen even quicker than usual.”

Whumpee threw off the covers and went to stand up.

“Woah, what are you doing?” Caretaker asked, pushing them back down.

“I-I just wanted to help put my bowl away,” Whumpee said sheepishly.

“Uh-uh,” Caretaker said, shaking their head, “If you stood up now, you’d probably fall over. No, you’re not leaving this bed until you’re better.”

“But you’ve already done so much,” Whumpee argued, “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“If you were going to be a bother, I wouldn’t have rescued you in the first place, silly. Now stay put. I’m gonna go put this bowl in the sink.”

Caretaker grabbed the tray from the bedside table and left the room. Whumpee sighed and burrowed deeper into the covers. Caretaker was probably right, anyway. Whumpee had felt weak all day, if they tried to stand up, they’d probably collapse on the spot. It looked like they were stuck in this bed until their powers, and their fever, decided to calm down.

part 3

“Geez, you just HAD to run headfirst into a pole while trying to get to Kut’s restaurant…" 

"Worth it.”

Menina bonita do laço de fita

Consider this, congestion so bad the sick person cant breathe or concentrate. Staring off into the distance with mouth slightly agape as they struggle to form cohesive thoughts through feverish haze.

Healing Touches

Cursed TV 2o2o  Lancewain Rated T and up but probably actually okay for general audience sickfic hurt/comfort  Cross Posted to AO3 here Prompt FIll Healing touches  While Lancelot is away Percival falls deathly ill. There is nothing Gawain can do for him. 

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