bakerstreet | sick day meme

Whatever it is, it has led to a very peculiar form of insanity, definitely, although Gilbert is utterly unconcerned. Right now, he's just happy to have food in him and the energy to do more than lie there suffering, and he now has construction materials. This will be the most well-engineered nest the world has ever seen by the time he's done! Already he's pushing his pillow and blankets out of the way so he can tuck the foofy couch pillow against the headboard. Then he uses his pillow and the other two off the couch to build up the foundation of a wall, which is then secured by tucking a winter blanket around it. The other blankets are carefully folded and tucked until he has a nice, cozy L shape built up; the base of the L at the head of the bed and the vertical going down the side opposite the door. It is only then that he takes the last two blankets -the ones originally on his bed- and settles back down with his back against his 'wall'. The heavier blanket he just cuddles, but the lighter one he wraps around himself.

...Is Ludwig still there?

He watches, astounded, as Gilbert makes a nest. Soon his mind is adding two and two, which is equally four, but he's not sure how.

"Brother, was there something wrong with your last batch of suppressants?" he asks hesitantly. The last time he questioned Gilbert on his suppressants he had gone out a window, he didn't want to go out a window again.

"Hmm? No? I mean, my endocrinologist said that my hormone levels were actually better than he expected!" Gil looks positively proud of that! Honesty, Ludwig, what a silly question. Why would there be anything wrong with his suppressants. So far they're working exactly as he'd hoped, because Lutz hasn't suspected a thing until now.

He wonders what better means. "I don't mean to imply anything, but your symptoms are adding up to something that shouldn't be possible with your suppressants being well."

Illness that involves vomiting, but no fever, able to sleep during the nights, but still tired, and nest building, for that's the only term he could use to describe Gilbert's pillow fort.

"Kesesese! Don't be ridiculous!" He hasn't reached the same conclusion his brother has, if only because he doesn't quite realise the urge to be secure and comfortable is a symptom, not just a natural response to being sick. "We changed things about a month and a half ago, so they've been keeping a real close eye on my levels so I don't get sick from the different hormone levels." See, Ludwig, he knows what he's talking about!

He decides it's better not to bring up the other option, that of a terrible disease. He takes a moment before crawling into the nest with Gilbert, partly as a test, and partly because he wants to reassure himself that his brother doesn't have some terrible life changing illness.

"When is your doctor's appointment, tomorrow?" he pets Gilbert's head making sure there really is no fever while trying to provide some comfort.

Part of him wants to kick Ludwig out, but for the most part he feels cozy and comfortable, so if Ludwig wants to cuddle then why not? "Yeah, at ten. Earliest they could get me in. Wouldn't've been able to, I don't think, except I know the doc was worrying I'd have an adverse reaction to switching to Nomecra from the Supraxol." He's feeling tired again already, having burned through what energy he gained from eating, so all of that is in a sleepy tone. However, Lutz should recognise the name of the new suppressant since it's been all over the news.

He was unaware that Gilbert had switched and wasn't Nomecra in clinical trials still? He needs more information. "When did you switch to Nomecra?" he wonders this as he relaxes briefly, since the new father panic hasn't kicked in yet.

"Mmmm, 'bout a month and a half ago come Friday..." He's snuggling against Ludwig's chest now, breathing deeply and evenly. The scent of his alpha is so calming. "Kinda surprised I got in the trial... wanted to surprise you... once things got to where they're s'posed to be..." Ah, good, Ludwig feels relaxed. Yes, surely now is a good time to start properly nodding off.

He doesn't want to get his hopes up, but its getting impossible not to. A month and a half, enough time for ovulation to occur and that was the point of Nomecra, to allow ovulation without changing the Omega's scent and causing a full heat. He hadn't thought Gilbert would go for it, but if this is true, then he was about to get the best gift anyone had ever given him.

He kissed Gilbert's forehead again and rested his hands on his brother's back. "I love you, Gilbert. Get some sleep," he whispered. When would the baby start kicking? Not for a long time, sure. Would it be a boy or a girl or would there be twins or triplets? Should he remodel the house now or wait? Where should the baby's room be? Could he convince Gilbert to give up having his own bedroom and move in fully with him? Should he even ask?

All these thoughts are going through his head, as he holds his brother, intent on keeping him safe from harm.

Gil responds with a quiet mumble, breathing already shifting into the easy pattern of sleep. It's obvious he's only napping, not sleeping deeply, as he fidgets and squirms a little, burrowing his head down and against Ludwig's chest. Soon enough, he'll be a tight little curl, stomach well protected. He looks quite content, but alas, it won't last.

About an hour later he can't scramble over Ludwig fast enough to get out of his nest before he throws up. He makes it to the trash can, at least.

He gets up and gently rubs Gil's back. At least an hour should have given that water and broth enough time to actually digest a bit. Once he is sure his brother is finished he will replace the trash bag.

"Are you sure you won't try the Pepto?"

"You want me to stop puking, right?" Oh God, hold on. He thought about the pepto too long. Though by now, it's mostly painful dry heaving, because not even acid is coming up. He finally just shoves the trash can out of the way to curl up more, trying to keep his gut from spasming too much. Ugh. This can't be good... He feels like his stomach is going to come up next!

"I can get the pills so you won't taste it," he said, kneeling down and gently rubbing his brother's back. If this was morning sickness, he didn't envy Omega's ability to create life for once.

"Just make it stop..." He's whinging and he sounds absolutely pathetic, but he is just so tired of throwing up all the time. In fact, Gilbert is half-tempted to just tell his brother to take him to the hospital. He can feel a headache forming and surely by now he's dehydrated. But that would be like admitting weakness and defeat and-

"Owwww...!" Okay, as soon as this cramp passes he's asking.

Well Gil won't have to ask because he's asking for him. "I think I should take you to the hospital. I hope you got some of that water and broth down earlier, but it can't be healthy for you to be ill like this."

And these cramps that Gil is suffering is making him frightened for both his brother and the baby. Yes, even though his brother doesn't believe it, he does.

What should really concern Ludwig is the fact that his brother doesn't protest. In fact, if his muttered response is understood correctly, he thinks that's an awesome idea. Not just good or great. Awesome.

Yeah. Boy is sick.

With the muffled agreement he lifts his brother into his arms. If his brother is sick enough not to argue about going to the hospital, then he's sick enough to be carried to the car. He's not letting his brother walk right now.

On the way down he'll take an empty gallon ice cream bucket that he had stashed away in the garage for situations like these so they can get to the hospital without pulling over.

He doesn't protest being carried at all, not even a half-hearted flail or kick. Instead he just rests his head on Ludwig's shoulder, frame shaking slightly from how his stomach cramps. The bucket is quite convenient, even if he has nothing left in him to retch. Still, once he's buckled in, he clutches the plastic like it's a security blanket. The drive is thankfully uneventful. The waiting area at the emergency department not so much, because there are some college kids there that set his already frayed nerves on end, so when Ludwig goes to get the paperwork, Gil just quietly moves to the far corner of the room from them.

After that, he just huddles miserably in his seat as Ludwig takes care of the admissions information. Soon enough, he gets taken back by this adorable young orderly whose cheeks he just wants to pinch, and then he waits. And waits. And he's almost happy when the door opens, except the nurse who comes in smells wrong. As in bad, evil, get away! Gil doesn't even notice that he's glaring at the nurse, until the guy says something about how it's okay, he understands Gilbert doesn't feel well, but he needs to take his temperature.

Before Gilbert can say anything, there's something being held in his face. Oh Hell no.

A few minutes later, Ludwig will be approached by a doctor. "Mr Beilschmidt?"

Ludwig had been forced to wait out in the waiting area. He was more nervous than a bag of cats and twice as jittery. His eyes dart everywhere, looking for possible threats that might get to his brother. It barely occurs to him that there are alphas on the hospital staff. When the doctor comes out, though, he is on his feet in a flash.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my brother?" he rushes the words out as soon s the first syllable of his name is out.

The doctor looks tolerantly amused. "We don't know yet. What we do know is he just bit one of my nurses for trying to take his temperature, and is now refusing to let anyone in the room. And, forgive me for being blunt, but I can't figure out if he's an Alpha, so I need to send in Betas, or if he's an Omega so I should keep everyone without a uterus out. Because either of those natures will attack an Alpha if they feel threatened, but Omegas aren't usually that skittish without a history of abuse, which I'd like to think you'd have mentioned in his medical history if there was."

He knew he forgot something in his worry for his brother. So he responds by moving close to the doctor and lowering his voice. He knows how his brother feels about that information.

"He's an Omega, but he was never abused, he just has an over-heightened need to protect himself. He was on Supraxol up until a month and a half ago for that very reason."

He sighed afterwards, "Let me in with him and I'll get him to calm down."

Edited 2012-10-29 08:26 (UTC)

The doctor looks... Well, a bit shocked at that. "In that case, we'll need to be able to do some bloodwork. He might be experiencing hormonal shock after coming off something that strong. I'll take you to his room."

The doctor leads Ludwig to one of the exam rooms, and wishes him luck before going off to find the least threatening phlebotomist in the hospital.

Meanwhile, Gilbert has a chair wedged under the door handle so no one can enter without forcing it, and he's hiding next to the door armed with one of the containers of cotton balls. When he hears someone approach, he quietly moves the chair out of the way and raises the jar above his head, ready to strike whomever enters so he can escape and get back to his mate. Ludwig will keep him safe. Won't let any Alpha touch him.

He knocks on the door. "Gilbert?" He cautiously pushes the door open, but doesn't enter immediately, mostly because he knows his brother is hormonal and scared at the moment, he could smell it. He has no idea what his brother could be armed with, for all he knows Gilbert broke open the Sharps container. Luckily, for his safety, he doesn't think Gilbert has the strength currently to open the container.

Oh thank everything. He slowly lowers the jar to his chest, sniffing the air to make sure it's just his mate. Once he has that reassurance, he returns the jar of cotton balls to its place by the sink, and sits quietly on the bed/exam table. "You can come in, Lutz." Gilbert actually feels a bit embarrassed for being so paranoid, but he can't seem to help it. He feels horrible and the nurse he bit smelled awful and dangerous and he doesn't like hospitals to begin with!

Edited 2012-10-29 08:49 (UTC)

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