The Sick Day Meme

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THE SICK DAY MEME

RULES
► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

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[teenyoda]

[There's a muffled voice coming from Stiles' bed when Scott walks in his room.]

Man, you know I have your back, but if you try to make me fight evil today, there's a very real possibility I'm going to just throw up all over you. Or die. That's on the list too. Vomit or death. Or both. I could puke and then die. Please don't make me put shoes on. Or become vertical.

[fortiter]

[Scott can't help laughing a little.]

Whoa, okay. Don't get up. We're fresh out of emergencies today anyway. [Moving further into the room, he comes around Stiles' bed.] Your dad said you were sick, I had to come see for myself. You okay?

[teenyoda]

No. I'm not okay. I've caught some sort of super werewolf flu from hanging around too many supernatural things. It's a wereflu and I'm going to turn into a weregerm.

[Groan. Hand moving for the bucket as his stomach reminded him that talking was no good. Breathe. Breathe. Okay, he was good. No throwing up.

Yet.]

[fortiter]

[Amusement quickly turns to concern. He'd thought Stiles was playing up his flu/cold/whatever since he was talking as much as usual. He reaches out to feel Stiles' forehead. It's what his mom does to him. (Used to do to him now, he supposes?)]

You're burning up, dude. You need me to do anything?

[teenyoda]

[A hand came up to swat at Scott's feebly.]

Don't you dare do that wolfy sucky thing. I'm fine. I'm just...

[Nope, that had done it. Time for Stiles to throw up what little toast and water he'd managed to keep down.]

[fortiter]

I'm not going to - [Scott knows that face. That's the Stilinski I'm-gonna-throw-up face.] Hold it! Don't throw -

[A frantic look around, and all Scott can reach is the plastic trash can by Stiles' desk - which he all but thrusts into his best friend's face.] Here! Use this.

[teenyoda]

[There's a moment where he almost doesn't make it, where his cheeks bulge and there's the threat of imminent sprayage. But he manages to, for once, keep his mouth closed long enough to aim his head at the can and empty his stomach into it.

He hated being sick. Scott sucked because he'd never get sick again and somehow this was all his fault.]

[fortiter]

[As someone who's never been all that fond of throwing up (like, who would be?), Scott sits down on the edge of the bed, tries not to let the smell of puke get to him, and stays long enough to pat Stiles on the back, wincing a bit in sympathy. He can't help it. Yeah, that's still pretty gross though.]

... I'll get you some water.

[He disappears into the bathroom, bringing back a cup of water and a wet towel to slap over Stiles' head once he's close enough.]

Did you take any medicine at all?

[teenyoda]

Nyquil. Then I slept for a few hours. M'... M'okay, Scotty McHotty.

[No, he wasn't, but he probably wasn't as bad off as Scott thought he was. Flus sucked, man.]