Grasping futilely for the tissues

[madreen_rua]

 

 

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!

originally from mememaster!

Comments

Loras Tyrell ✿ Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

[triplerose]

modern available, either role is fine

I AM HERE

[domeric]

[ He’s informed via text of Loras’ ailment, though who can say whether he's actually dying or just "dying"? He assumes it's the latter, but he isn't going to leave him to suffer alone. Not everyone is quite so fond of Roose Bolton’s slower, naturalistic healing methods, so he puts those thoughts away immediately and grabs a few basics for Loras on his way over. He does come armed with the usual ginger ale and flowers as well, though. He wouldn’t dare miss an opportunity now that he’s held to a standard. Always achingly polite, he knocks before letting himself in. ]

Loras? How are you feeling?

YAY [possum]

[florem]

[ He feels like he's dying. Going abroad for a tournament had resulted in, at least, a first place win, but also in some sort of bug Loras picked up from God-knows-where along the way. All doctors have managed to do here for him is give him some penicillin and some care instructions and go from there. He knows he's lucky that his fever hasn't spiked enough for him to go to hospital, but, god, does he feel awful.

Domeric's voice is such a welcome thing. He groans a little from the couch, where he's bundled in blankets while some Netflix series plays on the television. ]

I feel like a goblin.

[possum] !!!!

[domeric]

You don’t look like one.

[ Domeric gives a reassuring smile, striding across the room to kiss him on the forehead and to readjust his blankets. ]

What can I do? I can make you some soup if you like.

aaaaa

[florem]

You're a liar.

[ Domeric's kiss feels cool against his burning forehead, though, and he manages a tired smile. He feels like all he's been doing is sleeping on this couch. ]

Would you? I'm starving.

[ He just hasn't had the motivation to eat anything much more than some soda crackers. And don't think he doesn't see that ginger ale. ]

aaaaaa also

[domeric]

When have I lied to you?

[ He brushes the curls away from Loras’ forehead, smiling gently. He’s not a very good liar anyway, and he’s really more concerned about making sure Loras feels better. ]

I would. But first—

[ He places the flowers nearby and gives Loras the ginger ale that he sees he’s been eying. ]

I was surprised you didn’t ask for it in your text.

[florem]

I'm lucky you know me well enough.

[ He sits up, so he can quench his dry throat with the ginger ale, and so he can admire the flowers. It does wonders to improve his mood. ]

Will you stay the night?

[ Loras will stay holed up on his couch-turned-sick bed but Domeric can stay nearby in the bedroom. ]

[domeric]

If you’d like me to.

[ Which means of course he’s going to. He won’t deny Loras anything, especially when he’s sick. This, obviously, will mean the long awaited return of their infamous Couch Argument, but Domeric makes no mention of it just yet. ]

Have you taken anything for your fever yet?

[ Because he's taken note that Loras is a touch too warm, and he may as well search the medicine cabinet while he's making soup. ]

[florem]

Uh.

[ He puts the ginger ale down and snuggles back into his blankets. ]

Before I napped. I have some medicine they gave me, but nothing for just fevers.

[domeric]

I’ll see what I can find. I’d ask you to wait here, but I don’t think you’re going anywhere.

[ He smiles at his own lackluster humor and tucks the blankets around Loras before disappearing into the kitchen. When you grow up in the North, how to make a quick soup is practically ingrained within you and you learn to ignore canned soups all together. Domeric and Loras both like a healthy meal, so he doesn’t think Loras will mind if he makes use of what’s in his refrigerator for the sake of his health.

He emerges twenty minutes later with a bowl of soup and some ibuprofen he managed to find in the medicine cabinet. ]

Still starving?

[florem]

[ He nearly follows, but opts to stay tucked in. When Domeric comes back, Loras is dozing, and he blinks awake at the sound of Domeric's voice and the smell of food. ]

Half of me says yes and half says no.

[ But he should probably eat something. He sits up, arranging himself so he can hold the bowl while he nurses his soup. ]

I can't believe it's finally spring and I'm sick.