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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

[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.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Kaylee returns a few minutes later with a clean bucket, which she places in Dean's reach before she crawls onto the opposite side of the bed and curls up next to him. ]

Wouldn't hurt you none to get some sleep.

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

[He yawned, and curled in more. He was still a bit feverish, but this was nice.]

Yeah, could go for a few hours I guess.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

That means actual sleepin', Dean, none of this pretendin' business you do.

[ She pets his forehead gently, and plants a light kiss on the top of his head. Time to rest, sir. ]

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Not pretending.

[In fact he snuggled closer and sighed again as he did drift to sleep.]

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

[ Good man. ]