SICK DAY

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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!

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Captain David Collins | BBC's Banished

[judgeadvocate]

[ Serious or more minor illness both work for me! ]

Dr Angela ' Mercy' Ziegler | Overwatch | OTA

[watching_over_you]

connor | detroit become human

[collaborates]

( virus or roboflu? who knows? )

lukas | fire emblem | ota

[detacher]

[his_majestys_navy]

[ Collins has usually appeared from his tent by now. He's usually up bright and early, but it is nearly ten of the clock and he's yet to appear at all.

Very much aware of the stories of snakes and spiders as large as a dinner plate, James decides it's up to him to investigate. He announces himself with a slight note of concern, and then steps in.]

David? Where have you been all morning?

Tony Stark | MCU | OTA

[kindacatchy]

[judgeadvocate]

[ The voice that jars Collins from the paragraph he's been attempting to make sense of for the past ten minutes is uncomfortably loud - even though he knows that the words have been spoken at a normal volume. He looks up and offers a faint, clearly forced smile that doesn't reach his eyes, as if it will do anything to negate the obvious signs of illness that greeted him when he looked in the mirror this morning - the slightly blanched quality to the damp skin of his face, the dark circles under his eyes, the barely noticeable tremor to his shoulders and hands. The blanket draped over his shoulders is also rather telling. ]

Apologies, Sir. I've been feeling rather unwell, so I thought it best that I spend the morning working from my tent.

[ Both because he knows he's hardly useful like this and because he'd rather suffer in private... And also because standing up seems like a monumental task that he is uncertain his aching joints will tolerate without simply buckling beneath him. ]

Gladiolus Amicitia | FFXV | OTA

[gladio]

[Beware his sneezes.]

Nero | DMC | OTA

[cabanero]

[his_majestys_navy]

[ The Commodore gives him a look, one that plainly says why didn't you tell someone? But this is David Collins from head to toe, not about to bother anyone with something as unimportant as his own health and wellbeing.

It was quite maddening. ]

I think it would be better for you to go back to bed. Good God man, you look feverish.

[ Which is when James steps back to the tent flap, and orders a passing Marine to go and fetch hot tea and whatever stew is cooking, before turning his attention to Collins. ]

Bed. Come along.

[judgeadvocate]

[ Please don't make me stand up. It's already rather embarrassing to be seen like this, but the added informality of lying down in bed in the presence of his commanding officer is simply too much to bear. Tea, however, sounds wonderful, as he would have made some himself were it not for the fact that the kettle is on the other side of the room. ]

I'll be alright, Sir. Thank you for your concern. I doubt it is more than a passing cold.

[ It's definitely more than that. He's never had a cold this bad, or any illness this bad. But it's something that he can likely take care of himself, without occupying the commodore's time with personal matters and without embarrassing himself. ]

Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing

[braidedwonder]

[his_majestys_navy]

A cold, here? I doubt it.

[ But he can see David curl in on himself a little wanting to make himself small so that James will go away, so that he won't be bothered, he won't be moved. He won't force the man up from his chair, but he is worried. It's his job to look after this colony, and it's men. And that means David, who has been a rock of logic in a fast-moving stream of stupidity and rash actions.

The tea is brought, and soup, and James sits down at the little desk, opposite the Captain.]

Do you feel up to eating?

shuichi saihara / danganronpa v3 / ota

[exponere]

[judgeadvocate]

[ Collins watches the steam rising from the bowl for a few seconds, debating. He should eat - one cannot recover without eating, and there is no telling how serious this is - but the smell alone is enough to turn his stomach, and although he hasn't eaten all morning, he hardly feels the natural urge to do so. David briefly presses his lips together, then clasps his hands in front of himself atop a stack of letters, unconsciously running his thumb against the edge of his index finger's knuckle. ]

Not really, to be honest. But tea would be greatly appreciated.

kylo ren ( star wars )

[warfares]

[his_majestys_navy]

[ The tea is just being prepared, the Marine bringing it over in one of David's elegant, delicate porcelain cups. Truly if anything is a symbol of Englishness, this is it.

He,moves the soup put of the,way, so the smell of food can not distress David further and it doesn't threaten his papers.]

Do you think if will pass? Within a day or so? I would rather you were on the Dauntless with a breeze and fresh air than here.

Connor | Detroit: Become Human | OTA

[plasticdick]

[Maybe android fever has swept the land, or he’s tending to you.]

karen page, netflix marvel.

[pagelimit]

[judgeadvocate]

[ Truth be told, Collins would prefer it too, but there is some degree of comfort in familiar surroundings, and at least he does have easy access to his assorted records and notes, providing him the hypothetical option of occupying himself with something productive should his headache lessen and his thoughts clear at some point. ]

I fear that if I stay aboard the ship I may not be accessible if needed, Sir.

[ A pause as he reaches for the teacup, doing his best to keep his hand steady as he raises it to his mouth and takes a small sip from its edge. ]

I imagine this should pass within a few days.

[his_majestys_navy]

I do not think that any need we could have of you outweighs our need for you to be get better, Captain.

[The words are carefully spoken, put forward like a suggestion at a committee meeting. If David wants to be useful he can get well, but he is clearly not capable of working presently. No matter how much he likes to be useful, he must rest.]

If not for your own sakes but the sakes of everyone here at least consider coming aboard.

[judgeadvocate]

[ It's fairly sound logic, and if he is to be honest with himself, fresh air, shade, and a breeze are very appealing at the moment in comparison to the dry heat of the mainland. Still, David isn't without his concerns. ]

...And if anyone does need to speak to me they will be able to reach the ship by boat?

Inquisitor Trevelyan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | OTA

[cleanburn]

[Putting up a starter below. If you'd like a different one, set in your character's world, a jamjar, a different environment and/or time within the DA universe, just let me know and I'm happy to write a different one. Open to all, canon and crosscanon. Assumed CR always welcome! Open to both gen and shipping, but the latter certainly isn't required.]

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In hindsight, traveling to the Fallow Mire with a stubborn cold isn't the wisest of ideas Aleanna has ever had in life. Those she can probably count on one hand. But more scouts have gone missing, and she isn't about to abandon the people fighting with and for her to the whims of a particularly dark and dank part of the world. Not to mention, Aleanna is as stubborn as a Druffalo; she's not one for giving up. Not easily, at least, even at the expense of her own health and well-being.

And so here she is, carefully trying to avoid wading through the thick and muddy waters so as to avoid Darkspawn attention. The last thing the group needs is a Darkspawn ambush on top of her cold.

"Achoo!" She lets out one sneeze, and then another; a chain reaction of sneezing follows. She sniffles and tries to discreetly wipe her nose as quietly as possible, coughing into the rough handkerchief she'd brought along with her.

She waves off the concern of her companions, insisting that she's perfectly alright, thank you.

'Perfectly alright' meaning that she can still very much walk and fight with this severe headache and fever, of course.

At last, though, she finally agrees to make camp for the night. It's unwise to travel too much further in, at this rate, regardless.

Aleanna helps set up the tents before grabbing a cup of tea and a mug of Nug soup. She finds herself a spot close to the campfire and tries to ignore the pounding in her head. This will be fine, she thinks to herself. She's walked out of the Fade; she survived Haven. What's a little cold compared to all of that?

Takao Kazunari | Kuroko no Basuke

[rockpaperpedal]

Gladio Amicitia || FFXV || OTA

[tastetesting]