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[chosenfamily]

Nicked from DDD

THE
SICK MEME

☀ Post your character, one-ish per comment
✫ 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)
✫ ???
☀ Profit!

Comments

Dean Winchester

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean doesn't get sick. Except when he does. He's doubled over in bed, trying to deal with fever and nausea.]

[chosenfamily]

[And when Dean gets sick, little brother gets worried. That's just how things are. Too many years of being the only one there for things like this.

Sam sits down at the edge of the bed, reaching over to check Dean's forehead.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[The contact would make the fever pretty obvious even if Dean squirmed a little.]

Gerroff, I'm fine.

[chosenfamily]

Bullshit. [Yeah, Sam figured fever from the way Dean looked, but good to have the confirmation.] You're running a fever, Dean. A pretty high one, too, from the feel of it.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

So? [He squirmed more, curling up against his cramping stomach.]

[chosenfamily]

So? [Oh, hey, it's bitchface time.] Fevers are okay for a while, but if it gets too high, it's dangerous. And the nausea worries me, too.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Probably just the slop not agreeing. [Dammit that wasn't a whimper or he'll never admit to it.] I'll sleep it off.

[chosenfamily]

You haven't slept for the past day, Dean.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

I had my eyes closed, that totally counts.

[Dean sulked and settled more into the bed.]

[chosenfamily]

Yeah, right.

[Sam sighs. Really not sure what to do here.]

Have you tried eating anything today?

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Not hungry. [Dean started to say, and then his face shifted as he quickly looked for a wastebasket, his coloring looking considerably more green.]

[chosenfamily]

[Well, at least Sam's familiar with that look. Because he grabs the wastebasket, pulling it to the bed. And still looking just as worried, if not moreso.]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean's head disappears into the frantically grabbed wastebasket for several minutes. When he finally backs away, his head flops backward against the bed with a moan.]

Feel like shit, Sammy.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Standing by with a bucket, tylenol, and some ginger ale. ]

C'mon, bao bei, gotta get somethin' in that system...

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean gave her a very weak attempt at a smile, trying not to cringe in pain.]

I'll be good, baby. Just need a minute.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Don't need a minute, need a couple days of rest.

[ See this face, Dean? It means she's not falling for it. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[Dean eyes the soda and medicine dubiously.]

Won't stay down anyway.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Better to have something comin' up than dry heavin' and havin' no relief whatsoever.

[ At least drink some of the damn soda, Dean. :| ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and finally relents enough to slowly haul a hand out toward the soda.]

Give it here.

...Please.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ She sits on the edge of the bed and hands it the ginger ale over. ]

Just a little bit, see how it sits first...

[ Not that he probably doesn't already know that, but it's that Caretaker Mode kicking in. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He clearly looks reluctant, but took a tentative sip anyway. A moment passes. Another moment, and it seems ok before he pales and frantically grabs for the bucket.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Kaylee's ready with the bucket, and holds it steady for him, rubbing his back slowly. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[A moment later he finally flops back against the bed with a soft moan.]

Well that idea sucked.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ SIGH. Kaylee pulls the bucket back and goes to clean it out. ]

We'll wait til it settles a bit 'fore we try again.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He nodded as he settled more against the pillows on the bed, clearly worn out.]