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SICK DAY MEME

There's not denying it, you're feeling crap. School, work, a date, tea with nana, mowing the lawns, doing your laundry, that important meeting... you can't make it. You want to stay in bed and maybe you just need a little TLC in the process. What is YOUR reason for that ever-fateful call in sick that every boss just loves to hate?

RULES:
- Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have.
- When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 16.
- The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in any way you feel the urge.
- The poster is the sick person, the tagger is the one taking care of them/keeping them company.
- Go from there!

THE LIST:
1// COLD
It's just a boring old sinus infection and you probably could go in, but you're not because bed is just too nice.

2// FLU
You feel like you're dying and everything aches, but it's not quite serious enough to arrange your own funeral yet.

3// MAN FLU
Doesn't anyone understand how sick and miserable you are?! You can't function! The world is ending! You need cuddles, and hugs, and you can't do ANYTHING by yourself!

4// STOMACH BUG
Uh oh, this is going to get messy...

5// FOOD POISONING
But that meal was sooooooo good. The best you ever had! Why is it betraying you so badly?! Never eating ever again.

6// CONCUSSION
You've been hit in the head and now it feels like it's going to explode. Being horizontal is the best option, and not even in a good way.

7// MONO
Everything hurts, you feel sick, you don't want to move, you don't want to eat, but you're in it for the long haul. Company and maybe some cuddles with chicken soup might be nice.

8// CHICKEN POX OR MEASLES
SPOTS! Spots everywhere! Yes, even there! You look hideous and it itches so damn much. Don't scratch, don't scratch... oh screw it!

9// LARYNGITIS
Your throat hurts so bad and now you can't talk. How are you going to communicate, maybe you need a little bell? Is it bad form to text message someone sitting right in front of you? Who cares, you want chicken soup.

10// HANGOVER
It's still sick, right?

11// BACK PAIN
You don't know what you have done, but you woke up barely able to move. You probably shouldn't have done what you did last night... and you should probably rest it.

12// INCAPACITATING INJURY
You got hurt, you can move much, and you're stuck in bed. Is it a broken bone? Torn groin muscle? Cracked ribs? Whatever it is, the world clearly hates you.

13// POST ROUTINE SURGERY
It was a simple procedure and now you're back home. The only catch is, you can't be alone for 48 hours in case of complications, with the added bonus of it hurts like a bitch.

14// POST MAJOR SURGERY
You're stuck in hospital for a few days and have a gaping surgial wound. There aren't even any hot nurses. Now what?

15// LONG TERM ILLNESS
You've just been diagnosed with a longer-term illness (of your choice). You're feeling poorly and don't want to be alone.

16// ANYTHING GOES
Something not listed here, have a wildcard of your choice! Anything that might lead to a timely sick day.

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[ Have the world's most determined and OCD nurse ever :D ]

"Kurt, I'm seriously fine!" Santana insisted, though she could barely move. Whoever the fuck told her she'd had mono before was a lying bastard, and she had every intention of killing them dead...

Just as soon as she could roll over under the covers without feeling like she'd run three marathons in a row. Her head hurt and she just generally felt like utter shit. "Leave me alone!" she whined, pulling the pillow from under her head to put it over her face before adding a muffled, "Just leave me here to die."

They had a mall date and Santana called out on it. She tried to tell him it was just because she changed her mind and didn't want to be seen in public with him, because being a bitch was always Santana's fall-back to save face. He knew she didn't mean it because since graduation, they had struck up quite the friendship and even if she really didn't want to deal with him right now, he was going to get up in her business anyway. Because, frankly? She sounded like crap on the phone.

So, here was Kurt standing just inside her impressively decorated bedroom holding a basket full of props needed for common illnesses and a thermos full of homemade chicken soup. "Darling, you look atrocious. You need me. Just don't kiss me... or Blaine. That's all I as-- are those Elmo pyjamas?!"

Leave it to Kurt to show up all perfect and fabulous when Santana both looked and felt like shit. Why, of all times, did she have to get sick when she had plans with Kurt and couldn't just go hide in her room without telling anyone. It was the summer time. It wasn't like she'd be missed at school, but no. It had to come right as she was supposed to be owning the mall with her fellow gay bitch.

"Trust me, babe, you're not my type," Santana shot back. She was settling in to just accept the fact that Kurt was going to force her to let him take care of her, when he noticed her choice of attire. She reached down quickly, trying to pull the blanket up, but it was too late, and she felt too crappy to even care that much anyway. "Screw you, Elmo's adorable," she whined.

Kurt put his hand on his chest and feigned being offended. "Darling, I'm hurt. I could suck your dick and make it feel like heaven on a sick... all assuming you had one. You and me could be an interesting team if we batted for the same team. And, you know, you had a penis and was a good few inches shorter. I've discovered I like them vertically challenged," he said with a devious smirk.

He waltzed lightly into the room and put the basket down on the side of the bed in a no-nonsense manner. "I've had mono, Blaine hasn't. I am giving up a date and sex for this, so stop being so ungrateful. You love me, you know you do. Were you and Blaine separated at birth? He practically lives in his Buzz pyjamas. If you tell me you have a Snuggie, I really might have to work hard to avoid wanting to go down on you."

"Yeah, see, there's the rub," Santana replied wearily, trying to get her pillow not to feel so lumpy under her head. "I'm pretty sure mono does a lot of weird and uncomfortable shit to your body, but I don't think spontaneous cock growth is among those things. And he's actually taller than me. Barely. But he is."

"Kurt Hummel, germophobe extraordinaire has had mono? Are you kidding me?!" Still, an eyebrow arched in question, she turned her attention to something else. "You were going to cut our mall day short for sex and a date? I'm offended, Hummel. But yes, I love you, bitch. Now stop being a pain in the ass. No. God, no. And no Snuggie either. Besides, if you went down, I'm pretty sure you'd see what was there and go right back up again."

Kurt thought on that comment for a moment and then gave a point for emphasis. "Now that would be an awkward moment for you to explain to your fellow lesbians. But technology these days, you could get your plastic surgeon who added a little boobage to subject the dick factor and you would be as right as rain. It's not like you're unfamiliar to being under the scalpel."

"I caught it off Finn when he caught it off Quinn during their little episodes of tonsil hockey that should never, ever have happened. He idiotically drank out of the milk cartoon and then I used it. Trust me, my gag reflex was making me heave for days following that discovery." He perched lightly and neatly on the bed beside her and handed her an empty porcelain bowl with chickens all over it and then reached for the flask of soup. "Blaine's offering. It's his favourite to eat chicken soup out of when he's not feeling well. "Darling, I love you, but it is sex and a date we're talking about here. I know you'll be on me with this one. I have to go down on somebody at the end of the day."

"Oh, God. I'd never get laid again. At least not by a lesbian. Goddamn dick would be in the way," Santana groaned. "Yeah, yeah, fake tits, change the record," she added, more annoyed than usual because she felt so damn bad.

"Ah... Always a plus. Kind of disgusting, because you've drank after Finn. I'd be barfing, too... And this is from somebody who's actually had his dick in my mouth... Sorry. TMI." She smiled faintly at the bowl from Blaine. "Tell Blainers thank you for me... And yes, I understand. Sex and a date are kind of way up on the list above mall trips."

At this, Kurt just smirked at her, his eyes shining with amusement. He did have sympathy for her being so ill and feeling crap, but the thought of a lesbian with a penis was highly amusing to him, especially considering how fond of dick he had become recently. "You were the one who started the record, darling. I didn't see any of holding you under that scalpel against your will."

He shuddered and scrunched his nose up. "I was horribly sick and couldn't see Blaine for two weeks before I was infectious. I didn't talk to Finn for another entire week on top of that because of it. I would have loved some cuddles and TLC from my first boyfriend feeling that crap. Are you serious? You went down on him? I thought it was just, you know..." He made a little gesturing wave with his hand, referencing general sex without having to say the words. He poured some of the fresh soup, blended up so there were no lumps to swallow, and handed her a spoon he even remembered to bring. He gave a small sigh. "It's just not been so easy for Blaine and me to find quiet time along together, so to speak. We both live at home, and I live with Finn. Plus Sam stays with us. We take what we can get."

Santana's dark eyes rolled just a little, but she couldn't blame Kurt for his amusement. "Well, to hear some people tell it, I'm just a drag queen with a damn good tuck. Who really knows, right, babe? And I know I got the fake tits, but seriously? Is that the only thing people notice about me, because I happen to think I'm pretty fucking hot... You know, aside from the whole side effects of being deathly ill thing. You know how it is."

"Oh, Kurt," she said with a grin. "That really fucking sucks. This is why you get mono from the person you're with so that you can be miserable together. But I can see you ignoring Finn altogether to make him pay for being an idiot. Well, yeah... Sort of a foreplay thing. It was all kind of in that same little V-card loss moment. Fabray never went down on him, and neither had Rachel at that point. I swear, I thought he was going to cry... But that's beside the point." She took the spoon from him gratefully, and lifted a sip of the warm broth to her lips. It was good, and Santana was duly impressed. "Thanks, hon. No, I get it. If I weren't dying, Britt and I would probably be getting it on, and damn soon, too."

[San can get a visitor, whether she likes it or not :D]

"Miss Holliday?" Santana asked in shock when she saw her favorite substitute walking into her hospital room. That appendix surgery had been quite the bitch, and Santana's incision site was still pretty sore, but not even that could dampen the smile on her face. "What the hell are you doing here? It's been forever!"

Holly came into the room carrying a bear done up in leathers and a small bouquet of red and white flowers from the florist downstairs. "I was teaching the science class just up the hall when you keeled over and got highly offended you didn't pick one of my classes for the drama. I've come to steal a little of your thunder," she joked and set the flowers down on the hospital table so she could hand Santana the bear. "This is the closest thing to a bitch bear I could find. Kurt gave his seal of approval. The faux leather won't give you cooties. How you feeling, girlfriend? Yo gave everyone quite a scare."

"Oh, my God," Santana said, a grin on her face despite the ouch factor having having just recently had surgery. "You mean you were at McKinley and you didn't even other to let a girl know? I should be the one who's highly offended, Miss H. But considering the bitch bear of awesome, I'm pretty sure I'll take a raincheck on bitching you out. I'm okay, though... I think? I'm kind of sore, but I'm not dead, so I'll say that's a plus."

"I had all of of four seconds notice to come in to teach the class when Mr Lancaster called in sick with third nipple pain. You're the third person from New Directions to bitch me out for not coming to see you, but sheesh, give a girl some wiggle room," Holly countered with a smirk. "Some still like necrophilia, you know. It's not all isolated to Twilight fans. I hear you're going to cheerleading college. Are you sure that's what you really want?"

"Oh, ew!" Santana protested, putting one hand up in a stop motion. "Definitely could do without the mental image of Mr. Lancaster's third nipple, Miss H. No offense, but serious ew. Have you seen Mr. Lancaster?" The fact was, Santana was extremely fond of the substitute who'd really helped her along in finding her feet in her sexuality. "I guess that's true, but trust me, sex wouldn't be so much fun for me if I were dead. As far as college... I don't know, but it's kind of my only option right now."

Holly gave a wave of her hand. "I have seen way, way more of Mr Lancaster than I ever wish I had. Faculty Christmas party last year got a little... risqué in all the wrong ways and I never want to relive any of those memories ever again. And I didn't even get laid." She gave a slight tilt of her head. "Girl, you ain't getting no sex for at least three weeks after getting your appendix out. Your only option in the whole world? Wow, you drew the short straw if all you got was cheerleading and stripping isn't even on the menu," she joked.

"Gross!" Santana protested, throwing up a hand to stop Holly in her tracks. "Seriously, do not ever want that thought in my head. Ever. Thank you." With a feigned gasp of shock, Santana stared at her former teacher. "Oh, God! You were forced to see that, and you didn't even get to reward yourself with some hottie or another all up in your business? Who are you, and what did you do with Miss Holliday?" With a groan, Santana nodded. "Yeah, I know. The doctor told me no strenuous activities... And he gave me this look, like he knew what I was thinking. Perve." Santana laughed just a little before giving a groan when it made her incision sight just a bit sore. It wasn't unbearable, but it was certainly there, and making sure she knew it, too. "Well, there is that," she joked. "I think I'd rock a pole like a boss."

"Hey, girl, I was the one who had to see it. Try scrubbing that from your memory bank in a hurry. But it's one of those crap memories that want to stick around and the good ones never seem to have much staying power. Ohio's always been a little slim on the pickings of the hot when you get to my age. Not that I would be opposed to be a sugar momma for the right recipient. My tendency to not stick in one place to long is a bit of a dampener when push comes to shove," Holly said as she made herself at home in one of the chairs beside the bed.

She leaned forward. "You realise your fellow HBIC has started a rumour that one of your implants burst. He said it's payback for some P!nk performance...? And if you're going to get on a pole, you should only ever rock it. But as a hobby in your spare time. You're better than that, girlfriend."

"God, ew! Okay, you can seriously stop right now, or I'm going to fuck up my stitches with the force of my puking. Seriously, though? The Ohio hotness pickings are slim no matter what age you are. I mean, seriously... Have you seen some of the people my age?" She laughed out loud at that. "When push comes to shove... Appropriate."

"Oh, God... If I could move, I'd bitchslap him. Only he'd bitchslap back, and with twice the force." She groaned as she shifted in place, looking up at Holly. "It's more of an exercise thing. Trust me, if I'm getting my tits out, it's gonna be because I scored one hell of a hot little chick... Not for gross old perves."

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Rolled a 7, bb!

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