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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!

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[There's a pile of covers here that shake violently as the sick Scotsman underneath them has a coughing fit. It lasts a good half minute or so before ending in a very miserable sounding groan.]

Edited 2011-02-05 05:02 (UTC)

[ Kaylee frowns down at Jamie and sets the tissues and meds she's brought with her down on the nearby table. Thermometer in hand, she begins the search for Jamie's head in the sea of blankets. ]

C'mon, Jamie...

[There's a head-shaped lump over to the right, and it's talking - admittedly in a rather muffled-sounding way.] 'M fine, Kaylee. It's just a wee cough.

Ain't just a wee cough, get yourself out here.

[ And this would be Kaylee dragging the blankets away from his face and gently placing a hand on his forehead. The thermometer is at the ready. ]

Open.

[That's definitely Jamie, who is protesting at being unearthed from his nest.]

He...mmmp!

[It's terrifically easy to take someone's temperature when they open their mouth like that. It's also fairly evident he has a fever even without the thermometer...and that he's rather cranky about the whole thing.]

Mmmm, mmm. MM.

Edited 2011-02-05 05:39 (UTC)

[ Kaylee doesn't care that he's cranky. Doing nothing isn't going to help make him feel better.

He's definitely got a fever, judging by how quickly her hand pulls back from his forehead. She tries not to look too worried as the thermometer goes in. ]

You eaten anythin'?

[He pulls the thermometer out of his mouth, because clearly she didn't understand the 'take it out NOW' that he just said a second ago.]

'M not hungry.

[ Kaylee is obviously not pleased. Don't have to be such a two-year-old, Jamie. ]

What kinda 'not hungry'?

[Well, how would you feel if you were trying to rest and were rudely dragged out to have some thermometer-thing shoved at you?]

Just don't feel much like eating right now.

[Not nauseous, it seems. Jamie realizes, though, it's probably better to not push Kaylee too far at the moment, and he reluctantly puts the thermometer back in his mouth.]

Edited 2011-02-05 06:25 (UTC)

[ Probably not good, but she's pretty sure he'll feel worse later if she doesn't bug him now. ]

Alright...if that changes, you let me know.

[ She smiles a little--good man, Jamie, putting that thermometer back--and slides him a tylenol and glass of water for when he's ready. ]

[Jamie nods, but doesn't say anything so he can get the temperature-taking overwith. Finally, though, he takes it out of his mouth, and hands it back over. It pretty much confirms what she thought, and he takes the Tylenol and water without question. Well, mostly.]

Are ye satisfied now?

[ She hadn't thought it would say much different. Instead of saying so, she just sighs and waits for Jamie to drink a little more of the water. ]

Be satisfied when that fever's gone. Lay back down, I'll get you some more water...

I've not seen the Phantom Piper yet, ye know.

[Therefore, he'll be perfectly fine. After this next round of coughing, that is. Once it's passed, however, he obligingly finishes the rest of the water and settles back down.]

Thank ye, Kaylee.

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voiceofserenity.livejournal.com - 2011-02-05 08:24 (UTC) - Expand

Easy now, Jamie. [The Doctor might have...possibly spent about two seconds fretting but he's fallen into his stride. The Doctor adds another down cover, decorated with some truly hideous pastel ducklings, on top of the Jamie pile.]

...Maybe that jam really was expired.

Edited 2011-02-05 12:46 (UTC)

[The pile stirs, and Jamie's head pops out, looking at the Doctor rather blearily.] Och, don't be ridiculous, Doctor. Jam doesn't make ye...

[He breaks off as another round of coughing wracks his body.]

...cough.

It might if it was expired that long. Interesting... [The Doctor is looking at Jamie both with some sympathy and also like he's learning something new. Who knew this is what the human reaction to expired jam looks like? Granted, he distinctly remembers it was supposed to be impossible to expire -- something about it lasting until the end of time itself -- but clearly they oversold it. The Doctor crouches down next to Jamie's blanket pile.

The down cover with the hideous pastel ducklings shifts as Jamie coughs]

What was that? I missed that last part, you really must speak up!

[Oh, it just figures the Doctor picked up on the muttering part after the coughing. Jamie's face reappears, this time with a somewhat cross expression on it.] I said I didn't have that much of the jam anyway.

It tasted funny.

I think you had enough for it to get its point across.

[The Doctor reaches out since Jamie's face is sticking out of his cover pile, touching his hand to his cheek and then his forehead. Burning up but also shivering. He'll have to note this for next time and remind himself to really toss out jam like that next time instead of offering it to his friends]

So when did you start feeling any side effects?

[The Doctor is pushing a tray of tea and some soup toward Jamie. Or more like he's quietly nudging him with the tray and seeing if he'll bite.

The tea, by the way, will be the most amazing, spectacularly delicious tea Jamie's ever tasted. The Doctor is just that good.]

Aye, well, it should left its point back in the jar, then.

[He lets the touching slide without comment, which should say something. This is the same man who wanted to walk around on his leg after it was shot, and so he should be complaining rather more. Right now, he just looks mildly cross, which is about all the energy he seems to be able to manage.]

I don't know. A few hours, maybe? I've had a wee tickle in my throat since this morning, though.

[He looks at the soup and the tea, and then withdraws back into the covers. It's not for long, though - he's just pushing himself up into a sitting position. He does put his hand to his head for a moment before reaching for the tea. The soup is ignored.]

Could be a combination of something in the air plus the jam. Seems to effect only humans, so there's that.

[The Doctor has no idea what's in store for him later. Seeing the soup isn't touched, the Doctor covers the bowl with an old china dish to keep it from getting too cold. ]

Oh, that's just great. [He will just drink the tea. It is definitely one of the best cups of tea he's ever had in his life. Of course, he has to go and downplay that, just a wee bit.]

Hey, that's pretty good tea, Doctor.

Only pretty good? [Trying and failing not to sound nettled. Really, Jamie? Really? Maybe it's the illness that killed your tastebuds]

[And...there's the tiniest hint of a smile on Jamie's face. Apparently he's feeling a little better - enough to needle the Time Lord just a bit.]

Aye...well, maybe a wee bit better than that.

More like much better than that. You can't tell me you've had tell like that before!

[He's trying very hard not to outright grin now.]

Oh, I don't know about that, Doctor. What about that wee tea shop we visited on Hesperia Prime?