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 THE SICK DAY MEME

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► 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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John Egbert ≈ Homestuck

[ofbreath]

[oftime]

[ Welp, it's that time of year when John gets sick and Dave decides it's a good idea to flip every shit over it.

Hope you're ready to consume soup, Egbert. 'cause guess who has some for you. ]

[ofbreath]

[He's sort of dumb about being sick. Really, the worst of it only hit him that morning, but he's been coming down with something for about three days now.]

[He just wouldn't let anybody stop him from getting up and doing stuff anyway, insisting it was allergies (because it was a valid excuse-- he did have a good number of them).]

[So when the fever finally knocked him on his ass (quite literally) when he tried to get up that morning, and he missed the first step going downstairs and fell on his backside and slid down two other stairs and sat there in a daze, he... figured he couldn't really pass it off as pollen anymore, and let Dave fuss over him.]

I have got to be the lamest person ever, haha.

[oftime]

Man, everybody's lame when they're sick.

[ Not like Dave's any better about being sick. Admittedly he hides it a little easier when he first starts feeling like crap, but he doesn't even bother insisting that it's allergies or some shit like he probably should to stop people from paying that much attention to him when he starts sneezing.

John, on the other hand...

As he comes closer, he brings up one of his hands, turning it over to press the back of it against John's forehead. He moves it down, feels his temple, before going down to his cheek. It's more of a consoling gesture than him actually checking his temperature, because he knows how shit that is when John is actually flushed the way he is when he's sick. ]

S'okay. Though, I did warn you about the stairs. [ He can't help but poke fun at him before he gives him any soup. ]

[ofbreath]

[He closes his eyes at Dave's hand on his skin-- because it's cool, and it feels really nice. He makes a quiet little happy sound, pressing his face into the hand for a moment, before he opens his eyes again to roll them at Dave.]

Wow are you really pulling that meme shit with me right now.

[oftime]

Yes. Yes I am.

[ He sets the bowl aside, huffing a quiet laugh and then bringing his newly freed hand up to cup John's face. He's typically a personal heater, but in comparison to John he's probably something of a personal cooler at the moment. Almost to make up for the meme shit, he traces his fingers along his face, thumbs following the curve of his eyebrows, then sweeping across his temples. ]

[ofbreath]

[He grumbles a little at first, and then the grumble gives way into a throaty little pleased sound. Throaty mostly because he is so horribly congested right now, ew.]

Mmm, that's nice.

[oftime]

[ Yeah, kinda really ew. He's still going to lean in to press his lips to his forehead, not really concerned all too much about getting sick. When it comes to getting sick due to taking care of someone, it's usually John's field of expertise more than Dave's. ]

I should just stick my hands into the fridge for a while 'n see what that feels like.

[ofbreath]

[Yeah John just basically takes care of someone until he catches their sick and he swears that that's what makes them better. He does it pretty much every goddamn time.]

That might be a little too cold, actually.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Karkat is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching John finish up another coughing fit. ]

John?

[ He calls out really softly, like if his volume were any higher the room would shatter. ]

Are you finally making an effort to hack out your oxygen sacs? Because I was in a fit of typical, murderous rampage when I said that. I didn't mean it literally.

[ofbreath]

[John attempted a laugh at the troll's wide-eyed stare, but shook his head and just coughed again for another handful of seconds. He curled sideways and mashed his face into his pillow when he was through. God, that was tiring.]

No, Karkat, I'm just sick. If I actually coughed my lungs out I'm pretty sure I would die.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

I know that, dipshit. Unfortunately, as wide as my scope of knowledge is about various subjects, I am not well informed about mammalian illnesses and the standard protocol to follow when your soft, fleshy human roommate is currently a writhing mess on his bed. I'm going to assume you're too fragile for troll medicinal grubs or leeches, because your species as a collec --

[ Okay, Vantas, you are talking his ear off and now is not the time to ramble, you douche. Karkat coughs. ]

I mean. Fuck. Is there anything I can do so I'm not completely fucking useless here?

[ofbreath]

[John's eyes basically glaze over up until the medicinal grubs or leeches part, at which point he honestly turns a little green.]

Wow, no. Please no grubs or leeches or I'm pretty sure I'd barf all over you and that would be really rude. [He coughs a little again, but it doesn't wrack his entire person quite as badly. He smiles a little and reaches out to pat Karkat's hand.]

I'll live, really. But I think I've got some Nyquil in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, if you wouldn't mind bringing me some?

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

Okay. Is that all? Are you sure? Would you like more pillows?

[ Karkat gets up. ]

I will get you your Nyquil, and then I will consult the Earth Gooble on how to improve your situation. How long does your illness usually take?

[ofbreath]

[Wow the fact that he's really tired and glazed and red in the face probably adds to it, but that is a really fond smile he is giving you, Karkat.] You are the best roommate, it is you. I think I'm okay on pillows though.

[He inhales sharply because wow Karkat you are ridiculous, and he was going to laugh, but he winds up in another awful coughing fit and folds up, burying his face in his knees.]

... Google. [Is all he says for a second. When he picks his head up his face is way redder, because wow coughing is lame, but he's smiling.] It's Google, Karkat. And basically I just need to sleep for forever. The Nyquil will help.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

If you're sure, because you don't have to be infuriatingly humble when an Earth virus is shitting in your blood stream.

WHATEVER.

[ He's off to the door, but not without casting John a really sympathetic glance because oh God, John looks so awful, he looks like he's going to die. DON'T DIE, JOHN. )':B ]

Okay, going. Don't choke on your own body fluids while I'm gone.

[ OKAY, HE'S REALLY HURRYING TO GET THE NYQUIL. He opens the medicine cabinet really fast, grabs the bottle of Nyquil, almost trips on the floor mat (shit shit fucking fuck why is that so fucking slippery) and comes back to John, panting. He opens the bottle. ]

How many do you need to ingest?

rofl it's sort of alarming how easily porn icons can be used for sick icons....

[ofbreath]

[Oh my God Karkat you are killing him with how adorable you are being.]

[But he really appreciates the shit out of it because he honestly feels about as bad as he looks. He just smiles when Karkat comes back in panting with the bottle of pills, and props himself up against the corner of his bed.]

Just two. [Wow he's gone hoarse.]

[alphaing]

Are you actually dying, is that a thing that's happening now? I'm getting driven to cheesy as fuck phrases like Buck up, you look so bad.

[ This? Is soup. It's on his lap as he sits down on the edge of your bed, John. ]

Are you man enough to let me Nightingale the shit out of you until we fall in Hollywood love while I let men die in the trenches without these services? [ Up goes the spoon, open for the airplane. ] Check it, you're gonna be the sole survivor when I'm through.

[ofbreath]

I'm totally dying. Look at me, wasting away into nothing. What are you going to do ab-- [He cuts off halfway through the question to fold up a little and cough pretty raggedly for a second, and then makes a slightly cross-eyed face.]

Wow, if swooning wouldn't probably wind up with me falling on the floor I would so be doing it right now. Are you seriously trying to feed me Campbell's soup.

[alphaing]

[ That cough is the enemy. ]

I'm seriously and unironically feeding you like a hen vomits baby worms down the gullet of her fluffiest chick, now eat the soup, Egbert.

[ EAT ITTT. ]

[ofbreath]

[God he wants to laugh right now but laughing leads to coughing and coughing really hurts when you've been at it for as long as he has. So he just smiles sort of crookedly and rolls his eyes, craning himself forward to put his mouth around the spoon and schlorp the soup out of it.]

[Oh.]

[That's actually really nice.]

[alphaing]

Good boy. You keeping it down alright or do you need a bucket?

[ Blergh, tucking some of that dark hair out of the way, doesn't want to catch it with the returning spoon by accident. ]

[ofbreath]

[Smiles a little, waving his hand dismissively and moving away from the spoon.]

I'm okay. Also that's obscene, or something. I can hear Karkat shrieking now.

[alphaing]

Fuck Vantas, man.

[ Putting the soup on the bedside table, he leans over John's legs and gives him a considering look (from what can be gleamed behind shades). ]

You should get some rest. Need another blanket?

[ofbreath]

Rude, Dave. [He's still smiling, though.]

Mmn, maybe. [He reaches out to try and grasp Dave's hand.] If it's not too lame to ask, I'd rather you just hang out, though.