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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!

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[morphitudinous]

[Yup, way to terrify him.

Yes ma'am. Not leaving, ma'am.

[The tucking in is rather nice, he thinks, even as he has to roll over and hack up another storm.]

It's all good. ^^

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ She was raised by a military man. It kinda comes in handy sometimes. ]

I'm gonna go find some medicine, water-- do you have any problems with your stomach, Billy?

[morphitudinous]

Some. It's starting to roll.

[Ick, he hates this. He's just going to lean over the side of the bed and try not to get too sick.]

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll be back faster than you can say banana split.

[ She's mainly putting humor in this to try to make him feel better, but she eventually returns with some medicine, water, a bowl and extra blankets. Seraphiel decides to help by bringing in some pillows for him. ]

It's a shame we don't have any soda here.

[morphitudinous]

You think soda would help?

[Billy tries to peer at all the items, but it's a bit harder when his glasses slipped off at some point.]

I'm not sure what my stomach can handle right now.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

Well, not when it's carbonated. You're supposed to let it sit to let the fizz drain out of it and then drink it. It's supposed to help settle your stomach.

[ Hoshi puts the bowl, water, and medicine down on a nightstand before she places the blankets around him, followed by propping him up with the pillows so that he's elevated a bit. ]

How does that feel?

[morphitudinous]

Right, the syrups.

[His mind's still fuzzy. He leans up when lifted, settling into place.]

Had to stop my stomach from rolling again, but...I think it's all right now.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[ Hoshi hands him the bowl and finds a chair to sit down in. Once she does, she drags it over to the side of his bed and sits down. ]

Lemme know when you're ready for the medicine. I'll make some soup or something so that you don't take it on an empty stomach.

[morphitudinous]

[Billy's silent for a few moments, looking more and more ill. Why won't it just get over with already----yuck, there, and he is emptying the contents of his stomach. Give him a minute to recover.]

I'm sorry---I should be ready, just a minute.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ Hoshi pushes his hair out of his face while rubbing his back gently and comfortingly. ]

Ssh, it's all right. Don't push yourself, okay?

[morphitudinous]

[He nods shakily. That does help him feel a little better...]

Ye---yeah. I believe it's done. Medicine should be fine.

[Oh he's so sorry she had to see that.]

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ Hoshi continues to rub his back, still smiling. She's used to taking care of others, so the sight of vomit isn't anything to grimace over. ]

Okay. Keep the bowl close to you and I'll wash it out in case if you feel like you have to throw up. Seraphiel's gonna stay with you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to tell him.

[ She gets up on her feet and then uses the sleeve of her shirt to get the sweat off of him. Then, she walks over to the kitchen to begin making something that might help. ]

[morphitudinous]

I will, don't worry.

[He smiles half-heartedly at her and rests, having likely fallen into a light sleep by the time she returns.]

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ Success! She's found some soup and has made it. She comes back into Billy's room and finds him sleeping. She puts the soup down before covering him up with the blankets.

She decides to clean the bowl and then comes back to Billy. Falling asleep is definitely a good thing. ]

[morphitudinous]

[It doesn't last long, but at least he was well enough to relax a bit. Cue him stirring and trying to sit upright.]

...asleep already? I'm sorry. And you...the soup..

[Sick-boy ramblings. Yup.]

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

Don't strain yourself. [ She helps him sit up. ]

Also, don't apologize. If you can sleep, that's progress! The soup's right here if you think you can handle it.

[morphitudinous]

[It's not often that he lets himself be cared for like this. It's nice.]

Yeah, I think I can.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

[ Then, let her be a big sister! She loves taking care of other people. ]

All right. Do you want me to hold it for you?

[morphitudinous]

[He looks down at his hands and notes their lack of the usual strength.]

Please? I'd really appreciate it.

[Holds out a hand for the spoon]

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[ Hoshi places the bowl in her hands and holds it for him. The spoon's right in front of him to easily take it. ]

[morphitudinous]

[Billy leans over enough to take the spoon and start eating. Very slowly and carefully.]

Thanks Hoshi...tell me when you need to put it down, all right?

[Bite, bite. Very slow. Halfway done by now and he hasn't spilled yet.]

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

You're welcome, and it's not burning me at all. That's one of the pros to wearing fingerless gloves.

[ She notes his progress, smiling in support of him managing to do this. She's glad he's okay enough to eat things. ]

[morphitudinous]

[Billy finishes as much as he can stand. It's a little messy at the end, spilling drops here and there, but he's done. The items are passed back.]

...okay, I think that's it. Thank you.

[radiantcourage.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[ This time, Hoshi has a dish rag to clean up the drops before placing it on her thigh. She then puts the bowl down and readies the medicine. ]

You know, you're handling this a lot better than I could. Why, if it was me, I'd probably be all, "nooo, you can't make me take my medicine!"

[ It's a playful jab at herself, but hopefully that makes him feel a bit better emotionally. ]

[morphitudinous]

[Billy's mouth is quirking up in the best smile-imitation he can manage.]

Why wouldn't you want to? I've never had a problem with medicine, just...the resting. I'd rather work.