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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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[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Okay, now that John's asleep, it's time for the KARKAT VANTAS COOKING SHOW. ]

[ He paces around the kitchen. How do you make chicken soup, what do? He opens up the freezer and pulls out the chicken. Okay, yeah there it is. ]

[ He starts boiling some water. So far so good! ]

[ Then he plops the chicken in the pot and waits. HOW LONG IS THIS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING TAKE???? He turns the flame to its highest setting. ]

[ Half an hour later, he opens up the pot and... God, that looks. Fucking disgusting. Humans are disgusting. He picks up a spoon, tastes it, REALIZES IT IS TOO FUCKING HOT and throws the spoon... somewhere. He picks up another one and blows on it before tasting it now. ]

[ Okay, yeah, that's passable. He pours a decent amount on a bowl (it's Karkat, so he ends up messing up the entire counter) and heads upstairs. ]

[ John... is still asleep. He lays the soup on the table and watches John's sickly form intently, carefully observing how his chest rises and falls. He half sobs. ]

I don't know what I'll do if you die, you beautiful, infuriating asshole.

[ofbreath]

[Wow Karkat way to make a horrific mess of the kitchen while I'm totally not dying.]

[But John is definitely still asleep when he comes back with the soup, his breath sort of hitching awkwardly every few seconds. Through some combined effort of the hitching and the smell of the soup, he wakes up some five or ten minutes after Karkat comes back, rousing slowly and sort of whining, quietly, willing himself to go back to sleep.]

[When it doesn't work, he eventually figures out how to focus on what appears to be Karkat, and smiles a little.]

See? Totally not dying. [Except now he's even hoarser than before.]

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Karkat sits on the edge of the bed to check on John's temperature. It didn't change. THE NYQUIL DIDN'T WORK, JOHN. ):B Karkat bites back the NAGGING URGE TO COMPLAIN and brings the soup over to John. ]

I did this in a hurry, so if you feel the need to complain, I suggest you fucking don't.

[ofbreath]

[IT DOESN'T FIX YOU IN THE AMOUNT OF TIME IT TOOK YOU TO MAKE SOUP, I'M SORRY GOSH.]

[He smiles a little.]

Thanks.

[He takes it, and... well, maybe his sense of smell is just off and that's why it smells sort of like rot. He eats some of it, and kind of makes a face, but eats most of the bowl anyway, without complaint.]

[It sort of tastes mildly of death and decay and maybe rotten peanuts? Which John is still allergic to, may I remind you. But only mildly. He can only kind of taste it.]

[Sets the bowl aside.]

...I'll eat the rest of it later, okay?

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ John finished most of the bowl so it must be undoubtedly delicious and he has this Earth chef shebang down pat. Mental high-five, up top. ]

Okay. There's an absurd amount in the kitchen, should you feel the need to consume more.

How are you feeling? You know. Besides fucking awful.

[ofbreath]

[He sits there for a minute, digesting the food and Karkat's question, and scrunches his face a little.]

Mmn. Sort of nauseous, actually... [Sticks his tongue out, but just sits back against his mound of pillows in his blanket. Nausea when sick is definitely a common thing, he's fine.]

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

John. You're not getting better.

[ofbreath]

It's not an instantaneous thing, Karkat. Human sicknesses last a few days, usually. [He smiles, but has broken out in a very slight sweat.]

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Karkat makes an exasperated half-chirping, half-gurgling sound and lies down next to John on the bed. His eyes damn the misadventures of Tripp and Paula on TV. Damn this whacky, hilarious romcom couple for not magically curing John of his illness during his sleep. Damn them. ]

[ofbreath]

[He smiles a little and then kind of makes a face, his skin going pale.]

...nn. ...h-hey, hey Karkat?

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ Shush, John. He's watching a romcom. ]

What?

[ofbreath]

I-- can I get you to maybe help me to the bathroom? I kind of. Feel really sick.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

Oh God! [ Karkat jumps off the bed, panicking. He assists John up, practically peeling the comforter off him. ] Oh my God!

[ofbreath]

Wow don't-- [He flinches.] Don't flip out, just.

Bathroom. [He kind of shifts to stand, wobbly.]

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ OKAY DRAGGING HIM TO THE BATHROOM OH GOD OH MAN OH GOD ]

[ofbreath]

[He is sort of proud of himself for not puking on the carpet, despite the fact that he gags twice while stumbling along beside Karkat.]

[He does, however, promptly throw himself at the toilet and empty the entire contents of his stomach within half a second of getting there. His knees don't hurt until maybe ten seconds after he's left dry heaving over the toilet.]

...oh gross. Karkat I'm sorry.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ DON'T WORRY ABOUT KARKAT. REALLY. HE'S JUST HAVING A MINI HEART ATTACK HERE. ]

John. John, oh my God, John, are you okay?

[ofbreath]

[He laughs, weakly, turning to smile at him.]

Wow, Karkat it's just barf. My system probably just wasn't ready for f-- [He makes a face and turns back to be sick all over again. Oh. Whoops.]

...ew, God. I think I'll just sit in here for a while.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ This is gross and awful. ]

I can carry you back?

[ofbreath]

[He makes a quiet little whining sound and drapes an arm across the bowl of the toilet, resting his head on his arm and spitting a little.]

...maybe in a bit. I don't want to move, I'm afraid I'll puke again...

Karkat I am so sorry you are worrying yourself into a hernia over me.

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

John, I have worried myself into every kind of Earth disease; it is such a spectacular kind of feat, that the diseases, baffled, skirmished among themselves and ended up with me in tip top fucking shape.

Just. Just tell me when you're done.

[ofbreath]

You made that soup all special for me and I just kind of horked it all back up.

And wow it kind of smells really unpleasant mixed with bile. Okay. [He reaches up and kind of listlessly flushes the toilet.]

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

It was... the soup?

Oh God. Oh my fucking God, John, I'm so fucking sorry, I shouldn't have tried! I should've seen this coming! I am the universe's biggest fuck-up, the personification of God's waste matter; it's a miracle you survived my poisonous soup, because apparently I ruin everything I touch. [ No that wasn't. A sniffle. ]

[ofbreath]

What-- no, no Karkat that is not what I m-- ghh. [He doesn't quite actually throw up again, just heaves over the basin. Being sick is so. Completely. Awful. Especially when you are trying to console your neurotic alien roommmate, gosh!!!]

I was already sick, this happens a lot. My body is just too sick for food right now, it's not your fault. [Except it kind of is.]

[threshprinceoffuckyou]

[ sakfl;asjfl;ksaf ]

John. Stop talking, oh my God. You are making yourself sicker.