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!

Comments

[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? [>|]

[fuckincakewake]

[ Lifts her head, little yawn. ]

Oh, is that not available anymore?

[ofbreath]

You're kind of a pain in the ass when you're sick, you know that? [He pours the liquidy gross into the little medicine cup and offers it.]

[fuckincakewake]

[ Big, charming smile. Isn't she always? Roxy takes the Nyquil from John and pulls a little face. ]

What am I supposed to wash it down with?