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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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[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?

[Sniffs]

That, Jamie, hasn't been decent for several centuries and two uprisings. And it's closed. Out of business. New management didn't work out.

Is it? That's too bad, Doctor. Guess it means I'll just have to settle for this. [3, 2, 1...]

I'd be more upset if you'd not done such a good job making it.

[And, yup. There's a cheeky lopsided grin to go along with that comment.]

[Oh, fine, be like that. The Doctor's slightly less ruffled looking]

Exactly. You don't get tea like that everyday. Not that I couldn't make it every day, I just don't have a reason too.

[More fun that way.] Aye, that's true.

[Jamie - having made short work of the tea - settles back down, yawning. The cough seems to have subsided for the moment, and he's suddenly very tired.]

Think I might have a wee bit of a lie down, though.

Do you need more covers?

[And that is certainly not a Doctorly sort of hovering. He CAN, however, threaten Jamie with plenty more awfully tacky covers. He'd gone through a phase of collecting them at some point.

Don't ask.]

Mm? [Never fear, Doctor, your secret is safe with Jamie.]

No, I've plenty.

[For a moment, it seems like he's drifted off, but then he opens his eyes again, looking over at the Time Lord rather sleepily.]

Doctor?

[Having settled on a seat next to him]

Yes, Jamie?

I'm glad you're awake again.

[Jamie gives him a small smile, then closes his eyes again. This time, he does fall asleep.]

[The Doctor smiles back and gives the cover mountain a fond couple of pats at what he thinks should be Jamie's shoulder. Or back.

Whenever Jamie's up again, he'll find another tray, this time with a full pot of tea. The Doctor's folded up in his chair, reading a book]

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