The Sick Day Meme

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THE SICK DAY MEME

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► 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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[saludarlaloba]

[Dara lifts an eyebrow at the uptick in his heartbeat, however weak it is. She moves her hand to cup the side of his face, veins going black.]

Liar. I'm sorry if this is because of the rain...

[teenyoda]

Hey...

[He reaches up a hand to grab her wrist, eyes going wide as he feels the aches and pain leaving him.]

I told you not to do that. Jerk.

[saludarlaloba]

[Dara's eyes close a little and she winces as she feels the initial onslaught of the ache deep in her bones. It fades in time for more to roll over her, but it's not as bad for her as she's sure it is for him.]

Ah, quitcher bitchin. I'm helping.

[Once her veins stop running black, Dara sits back with a small groan, giving her body a minute to battle the pain before it's gone. She lets out a huff and looks back at Stiles.]

God, Stiles, is that how humans always feel when they get sick? That sucks.

[teenyoda]

[He couldn't do anything to stop her and he wouldn't deny that it did help with the pain. He still felt nauseous and dizzy, but the headache was dramatically lessened as well as the rest of his aches.]

Depends on what kind of sick you are. The flu's always been a rough one for me.

[saludarlaloba]

[Downstairs, Dara can hear the sheriff leaving the house. The door creaks open, then closed again before she can hear the lock clicking. He's left her. With his sick son. Dara's not sure how to feel about that.]

You're hot...

[The car pulls out of the driveway and she can hear it peripherally until he turns the corner at the end of the street. Yep, he really did leave her there with sick Stiles. Is she supposed to stay until he gets back? Leave now? Take care of Stiles in his absence or just keep him company? What's the protocol for this?]

[teenyoda]

I bet you say that to all the sick guys.

[He gave her a weak leer, then rested back on the bed. He'd heard the door close, but the rest was lost to his non-werewolf hearing.]

Thanks. For coming over. And bringing stuff. I think we're good for any sicknesses for the next ten years or so.

[saludarlaloba]

[It takes Dara a beat to get the joke and then she snorts a laugh, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.]

Just the ones I like.

[Her smile softens a little and she finally pulls her hand away from the side of his face.]

Yeah, of course. Sorry I don't know more about it so I could be more helpful...

[teenyoda]

What, you mean you're not all knowing and all powerful? I'm disillusioned.

[saludarlaloba]

[That earns him a heavy sigh and a playful roll of her eyes.]

I'm sure. Come on, there's gotta be something I can do?

[teenyoda]

Nope. Not unless you've got some werewolf potions that cure influenza.

[saludarlaloba]

I don't mean to cure it; I can't do that. But there's gotta be something I can do that'll make you feel a little better, I mean, isn't there?

[teenyoda]

Not that I know of. Time and antibiotics. Dad says sleep's the best thing, but I think he just likes when I'm quiet for more than an hour.

[saludarlaloba]

Everybody likes that, Stiles. [She's joking, of course, but she's trying for levity. ...do you want me to go and let you rest?

[teenyoda]

Do you want to go and let me rest? You don't have to be here, you know.

[saludarlaloba]

I wouldn't be here in the first place if I didn't want to be here, but if me sitting here is gonna prevent you getting the rest you need to get better, then I'd rather go, especially if there's nothing I can do to help, you know? I'd rather be absent than a hindrance.

[teenyoda]

Here or not here, you're still a pain in my ass.

[Yes, Stiles. Mouth off to the werewolf while you're sick. You idiot.]

[saludarlaloba]

[Dara heaves a sigh.]

What do you want me to do, Stiles? Stay or go?

[teenyoda]

Hey, I'm the sick one here. You don't get to lose what little sense of humor you have.

[saludarlaloba]

I think you're severely overestimating my sense of humor, Stilinski.

[And yet, she smirks a little at that.]

[teenyoda]

I think you're severely underestimating it, grumpy panties.

[That's the delirium talking. Don't kill him.]

[saludarlaloba]

[Dara gives him a small smile and leans forward, brushing sweaty hair off his forehead before pressing her lips to the skin there.]

Get some rest, smart ass.

[teenyoda]

[Her lips felt cool against his forehead and his eyes closed while he let out a soft hum.]

You stayin' or goin'?

[saludarlaloba]

I'll stay until you fall asleep, okay?

[teenyoda]

'Kay. You can watch something. If you want. Laptop's over there.

[saludarlaloba]

[Giving him another small smile, Dara kisses his forehead again, nodding.]

Okay, sweetie. Rest up.