bakerstreet | sick day meme

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?"

Gilbert nods quietly, hunkering down against the pillow to listen to the responses and not freak out too noticeably.

The doctor explains how they calculate the date based on when the Omega's last heat occurred, but given the circumstances with the medication Gilbert is on, it would probably be difficult to say for sure until the foetus was a bit bigger and they coul- "Two weeks ago Saturday," Gil interrupts. At the doctor's puzzled look, he explains. "Last time I was fucked. So that's when it happened."

After that, the doctor is able to give an approximate date, with the caveat that the baby could be ready to come out sooner or stay in a bit longer.

He can't help the blush that comes onto his face when Gilbert bluntly tales the doc the last time he topped. Luckily, Gilbert didn't say it in those words, so the doctor could assume that Ludwig's blush is from the fact that his brother is so casual about his sex life.

He took a deep breath and tried to control his embarrassment. "And the other question?"

So far as birth goes, it appears to be able to go one of two ways. A natural birth, which tends to be a bit more dangerous given how the male Omega anatomy is arranged. A myriad of factors could contribute to that being bad for Gil's health; too narrow a pelvic girdle, a too narrow birth canal, high birthweight... All of these could cause complications. The other option is, of course, surgery. Which has its own risks and complications, but is generally considered safer for males. Of course, it's far too early to determine which will be the best option.

Gilbert looks extremely uncomfortable by the time the doctor is done explaining how birth can occur. If he could hide, he would. As it is, he's just glad his nausea has abated.

They will both be embarrassed and awkward together, then. He has another pressing question to ask. "Once I bring Gilbert home, is there anything in particular I should watch out for as a sign that something could be wrong?"

He wants to keep his brother and their child safe and secure. He doesn't want there to be any problems, but he'll worry endlessly. Gilbert will probably be babied more in the next nine months than he'll be able to stand.

The doctor frowns, raising his eyebrow at Ludwig. After a moment, he finally apologises if he's being rude, but he doesn't quite understand why it is Ludwig who seems to be so interested. Many of these questions are ones that Gilbert or his mate should be concerned about. Frankly, if he weren't in the medical field, he might be surprised that an Alpha would be so concerned about someone's health.

Although Gilbert would ordinarily be grateful the doctor isn't giving Ludwig more reason to baby him -because if Ludwig tries that shit, he will suffer for it- he's presently worried by that line of questioning.

He is not happy with the doctor's frown and gives the stern-look in response. He was extremely worried about his brother and the baby, it was his job to worry, well, not really, but he felt it was.

He's taking in all information he could get and finally asks, "What are some good books on the subject?" Yes, he was planning to go to the library and start reading.

The doctor returns his look with one of his own, before listing three books he felt would be best to give to Gilbert's mate.

Gilbert just looks back and forth before he finally growls, a little annoyed with how they're talking over him like he isn't there and can't handle himself and needs someone to look out for him. Sorry, Ludwig, he loves you but just let big brother fix this. "Excuse me. One: I don't have a mate. Two: I don't appreciate you talking to my baby brother like that when he's obviously worried. Three: I want to go to sleep, so can I please have an actual room now?!" At this point, he doesn't care if the doctor thinks he's being hormonal.

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