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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

[bonnypiperlad]

[Not going to let Billy have it, nope.]

It can wait. Ye are going to have a wee lie down first.

[morphitudinous]

[Grumble-pout. He'll just let it go and lean on the desk a little while standing. Should be simple enough to walk to bed.]

I don't think it's that serious...

[Liar. He doesn't look good at all.]

[bonnypiperlad]

Oh, aye. You're perfectly fine. That's why ye look like you're about to collapse.

[And that's why Jamie is right there, just in case. But if Billy can get to his bed under his own power, Jamie will let him. He knows a bit what it's like to want to stubborn your way through things.]

Now, let's get ye situated, aye?

[morphitudinous]

[Damnit, he does look that bad. Billy wobbles over to the bed and sits on it, heaving a sigh. Shiver.]

I'm just going to sleep, right?

[bonnypiperlad]

[Fairly terrible, even to Jamie, who is pressing the back of his hand against Billy's forehead.]

I think ye may have a fever, too. Look, ye are going to lie down, and I'm going to get something to help ye with that. If I see ye back at that table when I come back...

[He'll just let that trail off there. Hopefully that'll be enough incentive to make Billy stay put. Just in case, though, he takes off with the part from the project he knows is the important bit.]

[morphitudinous]

[Sigh. This fussing is really going to be an ordeal, he can tell already. Even if the caring is nice.]

...I won't want to find out, right.

[He pulls back the covers and kicks off his shoes, folding the glasses on the bedside table. Time for Billy to fuss with the blankets and decide if it's too cold or too hot.]

[bonnypiperlad]

[He is not fussing...okay. Maybe he is a little, because he comes back with an armful of things he thinks will help. Some of them actually might, too.]

You're still there. Good. Now, where did I put that bottle with the wee pills?

[Well, at least he hasn't suggested leeches yet?]

[morphitudinous]

[Squints at the pile, trying to block the light from his eyes]

Did you check inside the other items?

[Yes, he'd have to explain that leeches don't work that way between squirming away. That wouldn't be fun.]

[bonnypiperlad]

Oh! [He looks inside the extra blanket, and sure enough, there's the bottle of Tylenol. About five minutes later when he actually figures out how to open said bottle, there's two pills and a glass of water being sent Billy's way.]

Here. Take these.