have i mentioned lately that i'm shameless

[connike]

 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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wow i feel like such a stalker i cannot not tag you

[ofbreath]

[John is simultaneously the best person to have around when you are sick... and the worst.]

[Because he will mother the holy fucking shit out of you, but he will also ...basically not leave you alone.]

[Either way he's totally fretting at you, Rox.]

Hey, what can I do?

adorable!!

[fuckincakewake]

[ If there's anything worse than being sick, it's the aftermath of your genius idea to self-medicate sickness with booze. It never works. The whole 'alcohol kills germs' thing does not apply when it is sloshing around an empty, already nausea stomach. It stung going down, it hurts worse coming up and Roxy wishes she was dead. Or that everyone else was dead. Mostly that Egbert was dead. But she doesn't mean that personally. She doesn't handle displaying weakness well, a trait she and her mother share.

GLARES. Yanks the blankets back up over her head. ]

goaway

[ofbreath]

Shhh, Roxy come on you're sick. I know you don't wanna be bothered, but you should probably drink some water...

[He's kind of perched at the very edge of her bed, biting his lip and trying to figure out the best way to get her to comply.]

You're dehydrated, okay? Alcohol always does that. Can I just get you a glass of water? I'll leave you alone after that.

[fuckincakewake]

[ Bats John's helpfulness away, like it's a tangible thing she can swat at without feeling extremely nauseous. ]

I'm not DRUNK. god.

[ofbreath]

No, but you're dehydrated and sick. Please let me help you?

[Her swatting doesn't deter him, he just reaches out to carefully take her wrists.]

holy cats!!! I thought i replied to this. /mortified

[fuckincakewake]

[ Lets John take her wrists, surly little stare back. Her nose is stuffed and her face is pale and she's rubbed off half her makeup. Not her best look. ]

.. Fine.

rofl no worries. i'll be slow until tuesday, work week from the black lagoon.

[ofbreath]

[He just smiles apologetically at her, letting her wrists go when she relents.]

Good girl.

hehe no prob. I'm tech supposed to be studying for finals!

[fuckincakewake]

[ Grumpy look!! Fine she will allow some water, her throat is feeling pretty raw as it is.

Sticks out her tongue. Yes, real mature, Roxy. ]

oh bluh finals. no thank you. XD

[ofbreath]

[He just feels so awful for you right now. Being sick is so completely and utterly lame. He moves away and holds up one finger, disappearing from the room for a minute and coming back with a glass of water and a small handful of pills.]

You wanna try eating anything?

boo oh well. I will reward myself next week with cupcakes and an iphone

[fuckincakewake]

If it's laced with cyanide, maybe.

[ Weak grabby hands for the water, though. ]

hell yes.

[ofbreath]

[Makes a face at her, but sits and helps her with the water.]

Got you some Nyquil. Should help you sleep and knock the fever down at least.

until then i will rp and pretend this is studying....

[fuckincakewake]

[ Takes a few greedy gulps of water, hands over John's around the glass. Takes a break to breathe. Half grin. ]

And then you'll smother me, right?

ffff. and i will attempt to stay conscious.

[ofbreath]

[Raises his eyebrows.]

In awkward care and affection and maybe soup, sure.

[fuckincakewake]

[ Groan! Flops back down on the blankets. Nope, just let her die. ]

[ofbreath]

[:\]

...Nyquil will really help, I promise.

[fuckincakewake]

I'm not in the mood for like. Quadrant tango here, Jo-Eg.

[Weak laugh at the nickname her feverish brain came up with, it and her voice muffled by the blankets she's heaped around her. ]

[ofbreath]

Quadrant ta-- quadrant? Roxy, what do you think I'm trying to do to you here, wow. I am trying to help you stop being sick.

[>|]

[fuckincakewake]

[ Squints up over the blankets at John. ]

You're pitying me cause I'm sick. Cut it out.

[ofbreath]

[Scoffs, rolling his eyes.]

Oh my God, we're not trolls, we don't have quadrants!! I feel bad for you because you're sick, I'm not doing the weird creepy pity-love thing. That's dumb.

[fuckincakewake]

[ Smushes face back down in the blankets. It's warm here and comfortable and the sight of anything makes her want to puke at the moment, don't take it personally. ]

Tell that to her imperial doucherrie.

[ Bluh, that's cause enough to want to puke. Trying to cover herself with pillows now. ]

[ofbreath]

Her imperial what?

[fuckincakewake]

[ Muffled! ]

Condescension.

Duh.

[ofbreath]

[Eye... brow...?]

[fuckincakewake]

[ Whateverrrrrr. Not worth the talk. Waves the topic aside weakly. ]

You mentioned something about drugging me out of my mind on cough syrup?

[ofbreath]

Oh are you accepting the Nyquil now? [>|]