bakerstreet | sick day meme

"If you're sure, I'll wait in the hall once you've had your blood work done," he's not going to argue. He knows his brother will cool down eventually and forgive him.

"Question me again and I'm going back on the old suppressant!" There is no forgiveness. ~~Only Zuul.~~ There is, however, an overwhelming feeling of betrayal and fear, because he thought Ludwig would listen to him and protect him, not restrain him so he couldn't even protect himself.

He's more certain that his initial hypothesis was correct since mood swings were always a mentioned side effect of pregnancy. He was and was not looking forward to his brother wanting peanut butter and pickles at three o'clock in the morning.

"If I release you will you lay down?" he's really concerned that Gilbert is just going to pass out.

Good thing he does not mention this aloud, because Gilbert would verbally bite his head off about how this is not a damn mood swing, and let's find out how Ludwig likes being forcibly restrained so someone can attack him with something he fears.

But since all he's aware of is what his brother actually says, all he responds with is a growled out, "Sure. Whatever. Fuck off."

He slowly releases Gilbert, ready to grab him again if he doesn't keep his end of the bargain. He knows his brother isn't feeling well, he's trying to be not only a good Alpha, but a good brother, it was just difficult.

Gilbert just pushes away so he can lay on the bed heavily, rolling so his back is to his brother. He hates this. He doesn't want or need anyone to play Alpha to him. He can handle himself just fine! He just needs to stop freaking out over being sick. That's all.

He moves to stand near his brother, ready to restrain him if needed, but hoping he won't have to. "I love you, brother, you're the most amazing person in the world to me."

He hates sounding sappy, but he wants his brother to know he was only doing this because he loved him.

He doesn't care how petty or petulant he sounds, but the only response he has to that is a quiet, "I hate you."

Soon enough the nurse returns, apologetic because they can't administer a sedative if he's as badly dehydrated as Ludwig suggests. Gilbert doesn't even twitch at that news.

He'll let his brother be petulant if he needs to. He's not going to stop loving him for all the world.

He nods to the nurse and moves closer to Gilbert petting his head. He fishes around for a conversation topic. "Is there a movie coming out you want to see, Gilbert?"

Gilbert rolls onto his back so the nurse can draw his blood easier. The sooner she finishes, the sooner Ludwig leaves. Though it annoys him that his brother is petting him, so he tries to bat his hand away while keeping his other arm still as the nurse swabs it clean. In response to the question? The absolute rudest hand gesture Gil knows. Of course.

"That's not a name of a movie, Gilbert. "How about Skyfall. I'll get us tickets to the IMAX release if you'd like." He is trying, at least, to make conversation that will distract Gilbert from the needle.

Yeah, well, there's a good reason for that. He keeps his finger up, pointedly, as he stares at the ceiling. No, you idiot, he does not want to go see a movie. He wants to go home, lock himself in his room, and die quietly in peace without being poked and prodded and restrained.

The nurse tsks at him as she inserts the needle and tapes it into place. Truly, she has skills, since Gil's veins are well hidden from his dehydration. "You know, if my Alpha acted half as worried when I'm sick as yours is right now, I'd think I was the luckiest person in the world."

Gil snorts at that, derisively. She's just lucky he doesn't have the energy or the give-a-damns left to go on a rant about how she should have a little more self-respect and it's not the end of the world if someone doesn't smother you when you're sick and- yeah.

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And Gilbert didn't even flinch, he counts his talking as a victory. "When you feel better we'll go to that Japanese restaurant that serves those cakes you like. Do you still want me to leave?"

Finally he bothers to respond, as the nurse hooks up the vials to collect his blood. "No, we won't, and yes, I do, brother."

All this was totally worth it for how the nurse goes pale and begins stammering out apologies and how she shouldn't have just assumed but you know how Omegas are and she didn't meab any offense and and and!

"Don't take it personally, we've always been close," he said. Trying to either redirect Gilbert's ire or reassure the nurse, maybe both. He won't move away until the nurse is clear though with those vials.

She leaves the needle in place as she takes the vials away, since it was easiest to just put in an IV line knowing he would need fluids no matter what. Red-faced, the nurse leaves, promising they'll have results as soon as possible. Even with the reassurance, she's still quite embarrassed!

Gilbert just stares pointedly at Ludwig until he leaves.

He heads for the door of the room, "I'll be right outside if you need me or change your mind."

With that he exits the room and with a sigh, sets himself up as a guard, daring anyone to try and mess with his Omega.

The nurse comes back to get him started on fluids, and she gets the bag started without event. After marking this down on Gil's record, she stops to assure Ludwig his brother will be fine, but visitors can't linger in the halls, and she gives him directions to where he can wait, since the bloodwork may take some time.

It will be two hours later that the doctor approaches Ludwig, to find out if he thinks Gilbert will be okay to hear the diagnosis on his own, or if Ludwig feels he ought to be there.

Ludwig had attempted to wait patiently, drinking water and pacing back and forth. Luckily, he wasn't alone in his behavior. When the doctor returns and asks that question he sighs and thinks about it for a moment before answering.

"If what I expect the diagnosis is, then he'll probably be more upset by it. I will come with you," he said. He fears his brother is not going to be happy with the diagnosis at all and best to wail at Ludwig who could take the abuse then on some poor innocent doctor or nurse.

That response puts a bewildered look on the doctor's face, though he doesn't say what the diagnosis is by way of explaining his confusion. "Very well, come with me."

Gilbert is actually dozing when they come in. It seems at some point, he'd been brought a pillow and a light blanket to keep warm. Which makes sense, as the fluids he's receiving are kept chilled for storage. Even so, the occasional slight shiver runs through him.

One eye opens when he becomes aware of their scents. His first, instinctive reaction is a low growl, but once he blinks his way to full alertness, the growl tapers off. It's not like he's in much shape to be actually attacking anyone, which annoys and maybe even terrifies him.

The doctor breaks the silence, smiling quite cheerfully. "Well, Gilb-" The growl starts up again. "...Mr Beilschmidt?" And there it stops. The doctor clears his throat, looks down at his papers, and continues. "I have your diagnosis, Mr Beilschmidt. Is it alright if your brother stays in the room?"

Gilbert nods.

At his assent, the doctor continues. "Although it's still a bit early to say with 100% certainty, given your symptoms and the results of the bloodwork... Well. May I be the first to offer my congratulations? You're going to be a mother."

"Father."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Father. I'm a guy. I have a dick. I have a Y chromosome the last time I looked. I'm going to be a father. Geez, don't they teach you guys biology in med school?" Gilbert looks rather calm given how Ludwig thought he'd take the news. Irate? Yes. But it seems most of his ire is aimed at the phrasing used. "Or did you sleep through that section as well as the one on bedside manner and sensitivity."

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This was one of two reactions he expected. It was the better one. He was almost certain Gilbert would get violent, but perhaps he was too tired. He debated whether to save the doctor from the verbal violence.

He moved closer. And decided to cut in, "So, this illness of his is morning sickness?" Pretending he didn't already expect that.

Aw, Ludwig, ruin his fun, why don't you? Gilbert scowls, but settles down.

As it turns out, yes, the constant throwing up does seem to be morning sickness -which prompts a scoff from Gil that he wishes it was just confined to mornings- and that because he's so dehydrated and malnourished from it, they want to admit him for at least a day or so to get him rehydrated and to monitor things.

Which is really not what Gil wanted to hear, but with the promise of medication to keep him from throwing up, he supposes he can deal with it. "Just one question."

He is already planning to bring a bag of things for his brother. Hopefully including some of the pillows. It would give him some time to prepare things at home for Gilbert... not that his brother would be happy with such preparations. He would also need to read more information on how to help Gilbert best.

He stayed silent, while the doctor spoke and was surprised that Gilbert only had one question. He had a thousand questions, but he would allow Gilbert to ask first. And turned to him.

"Am I gonna have my own room with lots of pillows?" Look, he has his priorities in order here. All he cares about is having some privacy and being as comfortable as possible given there's a needle in his arm and he's... well. With child. A lot earlier than he'd planned.

Actually trying to think of relevant questions is enough that he wants to panic at the thought, possibly with yelling about how he's not ready.

The doctor does, at least, affirm that he will have his own room -only because of his history of violence, mind; they wouldn't normally allow it for such a mild condition- but that any extra pillows will have to come from home. Although, ideally, he will be home by the weekend, so it may be best to just try to make do with what is available.

That was Gilbert's most important question. "I will bring a few pillows, Brother, make a list of things you want me to bring back from home for you."

He turns to the doctor to start his questions and decides that the best questions to ask would be, "Do you have an estimate of the delivery date? How does that occur?"

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