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!

Comments

[drawnhere]

[It was stupid but last night when Stiles said she had to go home and didn't want to stay he felt a little angry. He would've liked for her to stay, to sleep at his place at the very least.

Now he feels like an asshole because clearly Stiles is sick as a dog and she definitely shouldn't have stayed over last night.]

Sit down before you fall down. [He abandons the work he's doing with the Sheriff to steer her to the table, his hands gentle on her shoulders.]

[adderall]

[She'd noticed that Mike had been a little shorter with her last night than he'd usually be, after she'd said she was going to head back to her Dad's place, but she hadn't thought to much about it. It was like a flash in the pan, and she wasn't exactly going to linger on it or blame him for that. They both wanted to spend as much time with each other as possible, but all she'd wanted was to crawl under the covers in her own room and sleep.

She finds herself leaning into him, as he gets his hands on her shoulders, moving her in the direction of the table. She doesn't even pay attention to the files spread across the top of it, as Mike guides her onto a chair, and she doesn't even realise how weak her knees are until she's sitting again.]

Your hands are cold.

[drawnhere]

No, honey, you're very warm.

[He still put his jacket around her shoulders once she sat down. The Sheriff gets up from the table to get the first aid kit. Stiles clearly needs something to bring her fever down.]

You're pretty sick. I'm going to let your dad take care of you for a little bit and go get the dogs and come back to take care of you.

[adderall]

[She curls her fingers into his jacket as she leans forward, until her forehead is resting against the table. It's too much effort to remain upright right now, and oh, the table is cool against her skin too. She closes her eyes, feeling herself drifting off slowly, until a few more rough coughs rattle through her and startle her back awake.]

You always take care of me.

[drawnhere]

Yeah, babe, I do.

[He kisses the top of her head and lets her dad take over taking care of her for the morning. It's only ten minutes for him to drive home, collect the dogs, some magical teas and his grandma's chicken soup recipe. He has to take another five minutes at the grocery store to get a few things and then he's right back at the Stilinski's to take care of Stiles.]

[adderall]

[By the time Jordan comes back, the Sheriff has moved her over to the sofa, a blanket draped over her. She's not really sleeping sleeping, just dozing, and she can't help but smile when she feels one of the dogs nosing at her palm. She loves the little snuffling sounds that they make too, and she cracks an eye open.]

Hey, puppy.

[drawnhere]

I'm going to make you tea.

[Kermit jumps up onto the couch and curls up at her feet like a big comfortable blanket. Fozzie stays on the floor, easily within reach if she drops her hand over the edge of the couch. They're in full care taker mode.]

It should help you feel better.

[adderall]

Mm. This is good too.

[She loves both of Jordan's dogs, more than she could ever possibly put into words, and Kermit's weight against her legs is comforting. She wiggles her fingers weakly at Fozzie, and her smile gets a little wider, as she scritches behind his ears -- before she breaks off into a coughing fit.]

[drawnhere]

They'll take care of you for me while I make you tea.

[He leaves her to his cuddle dogs while he takes care of making her a nice hot cup of tea. He makes sure to add some honey to help her throat but the blend of herbs and magic will help even more.]