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[peryglus]

The Sick Bed Meme

For whatever reason, your character is now bedridden. Sickness, broken limb, whatever. The degree of severity is up to you. Whatever the case they won't be properly up and about again for quite some time.

Lucky they've got a friend(?) to take care of them, right?

Or maybe just make things worse.

1) Post with your character. Name, canon, etc in the subject.
2) Tag others who've posted.
3) Play out your own patient and carer scenarios in which ever way you both see fit.

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Newt Scamander | Fantastic Beasts | OTA

[wellwisher]

[hidden_magic]

[OOC : hello! Would you like to try this? I'm up for Credence being either the patient or the carer, your pick!]

[wellwisher]

[Yes please !! Oh man that's a difficult choice cause both are A+, I wouldn't mind some Newt getting sick or injured due to him overworking himself taking care of his animals, insisting that he's fine.]

[hidden_magic]

[That's great! There's a rumor floating around that an alternative ending was shot for these two, in which Credence survives and leaves with Newt for Europe, as an assistant of sorts? It could be a nice starting situation?]

[wellwisher]

[That sounds perfect !!]

here we go!

[hidden_magic]

"Newt," Credence says, a little more sharply.

There are times, when he still feels uncomfortable calling Newt by his first name after insisting on a more polite Mr. Scamander at first, until Newt very nearly begged him to stop. Now is not one of those times.

He has learned a lot about the wizarding world during the past few months, traveling all through Europe with Newt. But if he's come to two conclusions regarding the man himself, it's a) that he's unfailingly kind and patient with any creature or person he meets (though obviously much more comfortable with the former), and b) that he is very, very stubborn.

Which explains why he's insisting on getting out of bed and going on with his day when he's quite obviously running a fever, his cheeks red under the freckles and his eyes glassy. "Newt, stay in bed today," Credence says, and he tries to sound firm, like when talking a spooked magical beast. "You're sick, you can't get out."

[wellwisher]

This wasn't the first time Newt tried to push through a fever, before Credence accompanied him, there wasn't anyone around to make sure he rested when he should have been, instead of continuing his care of his creatures. The company was definitely welcome, if not something to get used to since he always put himself second to his work.

He's felt the fever coming on for the past couple days, having hoped that Credence didn't notice any changes in him until now that he figured it out, pretending to be his usual self any other day of the week when he'd rather just curl up on one of the small beds in the shack instead.

"I'm fine, Credence. Really." Newt insists as he scoots to sit on the edge of the bed. "I can't stay in when there's work to be done." He says as he looks up at the younger man, he can't just take a day off when there were animals to feed and enclosures to clean. His body felt warm and sluggish, a cloudy fuzzy feeling swirling around his head that tempted him with wanting to give up and rest.

[hidden_magic]

"You are not fine," Credence answers, and it's a testament of how comfortable he's gotten around Newt that he dares to contradict him quite so openly.

"I'll do it," Credence volunteers, determinedly. "You've shown me and I've done it with you enough times. I can feed the animals and clean up their enclosures. I'll take care of them, I promise," he vows, his eyes earnest as he gently pushes Newt back onto the bed.

[wellwisher]

"Credence, I'm not.." He stopped himself from objecting, knowing that the boy would continue to persist that he rest, that he could take care of everything on his own. He knows he can manage it but it doesn't stop him from wanting to still be of some help.

Newt scooted back into bed, tossing the covers over him once more before shifting to lay down. "Please come wake me if you have trouble with anything, alright?" A few hours more of rest wouldn't kill him, no matter how much he wishes he didn't have to stay in.

[hidden_magic]

Credence could be stubborn too, when he wanted, and he set his jaw and stood his ground until Newt got back into bed and lay down.

"Of course," Credence reassured, and it was almost a lie. He considered Newt and the potential fever he was running and added, "you need to drink something. I will make you a cup of tea, yes?" he volunteered.

[wellwisher]

"That would help." Newt knows that Credence has the whereabouts of everything here in the Shack, he made sure that he'd know where the typical everyday items were while he taught him the magical ones and their purpose gradually. He wondered if he could just wait till Credence left before escaping the confines of the bed, but he knew that the case wasn't that large for them to not accidentally bump into each other at some point.

He knows better than to believe that Credence would come to him for help when he's put him on bed rest. Besides, the longer he lays here the more inviting the warm of the covers are and slow struggle behind trying to keep his eyes open.