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ESTELLARIA
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Ekdromi (1966), dir. Takis Kanellopoulos  
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Exhausting Excursions
Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)
Word count: 3.4K
Summary: You get sick on an excursion and Weems is concerned.
TW: vomiting (again), fever, exhustion, illness, changing
A/n I need more Wednesday requests I probs should do some of my marvel ones but I’m loving writing for weems rn, fight me.
The trip to Jericho was important. You needed to go to get the credit you needed for the class. There were three chaperones going, Principal weems, coach Vlad and Ms Thornhill. At first you thought you were just tired; it had been an early start to get to town in time for the convention. It was some plant expo. Ms Thornhill had made sure her class had a field trip arranged to go to Jericho that day.
You had assumed the achy joints and tiredness was from the early start but the further you went into the expo, the longer you sat there between Yoko and Enid the sicker you felt. Your stomach churned and the smell of pollen was making your nauseous. You just had another few minutes and it would be over; the principal had said students could get lunch and meet back to get on the bus at 1pm. It was 12:08 and the convention ended in two minutes. You just needed to hold on a little longer, then you could get out of here and hopefully have something light to drink because you knew if you ate it wouldn’t end well.
You probably should have told one of the teachers, but they looked stressed enough dealing with about twenty odd teens being let loose on the small town. You must have zoned out because the next thing you knew enid was pulling you out of your seat.
“Come on, we have to get our usual booth at the weathervane.” She whined and you chuckled softy.
“Ok enid. Ok.” You said trying to ignore the feeling of sickness that was pervasive in your body.
You stood and followed the group slowly trying to ignore Wednesday’s intense gaze as she analysed you closely. The raven knew something was up, but you would rather eat one of the plants than tell her. She would cart you off to Weems and spill all your secrets. And the last thing you needed was the tall blonde watching you throw up your guts. That would be rather embarrassing. Stepping into the weathervane you took mental stock of your body and decided you probably could manage drinking anything right now, you felt worse than before. Your head was starting to hurt, and your stomach was still doing flips as it tightened and loosened in a random pattern that made your head hurt more.
“I’ll save us our regular booth.” You said and went to sit down. Wednesday shot you a warning look as if she knew what you were up to but then again, she probably did. You sat and stared out the window into the street. You had about five minutes until you needed to be back at the bus once everyone had finally gotten their drinks with you being the exception.
“Do you not want anything Y/n?” Enid asked and you mentally groaned at your actions being noted.
“I left my wallet at home.” You lied easily.
“I can pay if you want.” Enid offered and you swear you saw the corner of Wednesday’s lips turn upward in what would be considered a sizeable smirk for the girl.
“Um no. It's alright. We probably wouldn’t have time to wait for another drink we probably need to head back to the bus soon anyway.” You said shrugging and enid decided to let it go.
Checking her phone for the time, Yoko announced that the group should head back to the bus. You had just made it a few blocks from the weathervane when you felt the saliva gather in your mouth and you knew you were about to be sick.
“Um i think i left my phone in the cafe. You guys go ahead I’ll be there in a minute.” You said and enid shrugged and agreed not wanting to get into uanessacry trouble. You knew the weathervane had bathrooms which would be much nicer than puking in a gutter. You slowly began making you way back trying to keep the feeling at bay. You looked back to see the group was almost out of sight. Feeling better now you knew you weren’t going to be caught. Of course, that meant you let your guard down. You slapped a hand over your mouth and darted into the alley between the shops knowing your time had finally run out.
Meanwhile Weems was tapping her foot, her arms crossed as she scanned the last group back to count for numbers. Almost immediately she noticed one missing. Doing a mental roll call for your group knowing it would be one of the troublemakers she realised with some surprise it was you missing and not Wednesday for once. The raven was standing with enid stony faced as ever as Weems surveyed the group.
“Your late.” The principal said.
“Correct.” Wednesday deadpanned.
“No cheek from you Ms Addams. Now, where is the rest of your group?” She asked growing frustrated.
“Y/n went back to get her phone she left it behind.” Enid said. “But she should have caught up with us by now.”
“Alright. I will go fetch Ms L/n and the rest of you are to get on the bus and stay there.” Weems said and the group filed onto the bus. She checked the watch and went to speak to coach Vlad and Ms Thornhill.
“Nobody leaves i have to fetch a straggler. Please stay with them.” Weems said.
“Alright.” Vlad said.
“No problem.” Thornhill agreed.
“I’ll be back in a minute the weathervane isn’t far.” The principal said as she walked off. She was stewing in her annoyance, usually you were a little bit of a troublemaker. The halfway between the bubbly werewolf and the gothic raven. You had a talent for trouble but a good heart and often had to talk Wednesday out of bad ideas which honestly impressed Weems a lot.
She stalked around the corner and caught sight of the nevermore uniform. She quickened her pace and turned into the ally.
“Ms L/n” she said sounding angry. “I asked all students to be back at 1pm.” She said and you simply turned from where you were lent against the wall taking deep breaths.
You hadn’t thrown up yet but you were very fast running out of time. And honestly you felt that you were too exhausted to care if the principal saw. Through her anger she had yet to realise your state.
You face was pale and your hands were shaking. Your curls stuck to your face with sweat and your eyes looked glazed over. Probably due to your fever.
“Do you honestly-“ the principal's speech was cut short as you turned, your forearm bracing yourself against the wall as you rested your head on it. Your body lurched and your stomach tensed. You opened your mouth and let out a choked sob as you were sick. You were shivering violently as you threw up. Blood rushed in your ears presently you from hearing the principals' stilettos click over to by your side. Your sick splashed onto the pavement of the alley and narrowly avoided your shoes. You felt a hand sweep the hair from your shoulders and be pinned up. Another warm hand rubbed circles on your back slowly.
“Sh shh shhh honey you're ok. It's alright. Get it out. Its ok. Your doing so well darling.” Weems said. Her hair was down as she had used the pins from her own hair to put yours up. You whimpered softly as you stopped the bout of sickness. Your body slumped and Weems was quick to catch you.
“Shh ok it’s alright darling.” She said and scooped you into her arms. You rested your head on her chest and let your eyes drift shut in a fevered daze.
“My goodness you feel warm sweetheart.” Weems said and you felt her carrying you somewhere. You heard a door open, and your body being set down. You were in sat across the principal lap. She had gone into the disabled bathrooms in the weathervane in case you were sick again. This was the stall was big enough for the both of you.
She pulled a phone from her pocket and pressed the number she had on speed dial, the tone trilled once before it picked up.
“Larissa is there a problem?” Ms Thornhill asked.
“Unfortunately, yes.” She sighed. “Y/n is sick. Would you be able to take the other students back to nevermore and come back in my car to pick us up?”
“Of course. No problem.”
“Thank you so much Marilyn.” The principal said as she brushed a hand through your hair as you dozed feverishly in her lap your eyes closed trying to stop the light from hurting your head more.
“Where do you want me to pick you up from?”
“The weathervane please.”
“Ok I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
the two finished the short exchange and Weems hung up after hushed goodbyes as you had fallen into a light sleep.
Weems sat on the floor against the wall with you curled into her lap. As she waited, she checked your temperature with her hand on your cheek deciding you were far too hot but unfortunately there wasn’t much she could do for you right now. Sighing she turned to check the emails on her phone as you slept.
About twenty minutes later Weems phone rang.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Hi, I’m outside. Do you need help with her?”
“Yes please.” Weems sighed.
“Alright I’ll be right there.” She could hear a buckle being undone.
“We’re in the disabled bathrooms. She’s sleeping.”
“Interesting choice of place to sleep.” A door slammed shut.
“It was either that or risk her throwing up on something she shouldn’t.”
“She threw up?!” Marilyn exclaimed.
“Yes. In the alley.”
“Jesus, poor girl. Alright I’m here let me in.” Thornhill said and Weems gently maneuverer you into a better position. She held you against her hip like one might a toddler glad her height was working in her favour. You shifted slightly and continued to sleep with your head resting on her shoulder looking fevered and pale. Weems opened the door and Marilyn poorly suppressed her surprise at your state.
“Oh my god, she doesn’t look well at all.” The botanist said and she brought her hand to your cheek eyes widening at the fever she felt raging under your skin. “We better get her back to the school.” The teacher said and Weems nodded.
The two walked out of the cafe and Weems slid into the backseat and shifted you onto her lap. You stirred slightly.
“Would you mind driving?” Weems asked and Ms Thornhill shook her head.
“No problem. I brought a first aid kit just in case, hopefully there are some sick bags in there just in case.” She said and slid into the driver's seat.
weems rooted through the box and was happy to find two sick-bags. She set them on the seat beside you and felt you moving slightly as you started to wake up a bit. The principal gently stroked your cheek as you came around, using her hand to gauge your temperature which was decidedly far too hot. You blinked at opened your eyes slightly, squinting. You turned your face into her hand nuzzling her palm with your face. Your eyes were glassy and seemed to not really focus on anything around you. You whined softly and Larissa hushed you and moved her hand to brush softly through your sweaty curls.
“How is she doing back there?” Ms Thornhill asked, and the principal smiled down at you trying to quell her anxieties about you.
“I think she’s alright. She’s still too warm and far too pale for my liking.” Weems said.
“Do you think she’s going to be sick again?” the teacher asked glancing in the rear-view mirror to meet eyes with the principal.
Weems looked down at you from where you were now lightly dozing.
“What do you think darling?” She asked you, “do you feel like you're going to be sick again?” She asked and you opened your eyes slightly looking up at her and whining, the fever was raging on and making it hard for you to really understand what was going on.
“Is that a yes sweet girl?” She asked and you whined again.
“Do you feel sick honey?” Marilyn asked and you made a noise of agreement halfway between a whine and a hum of agreement.
Weems grabbed the sick bag from besides her and placed it in her lap next to you just in case. You dozed lightly for another few minutes while Weems studied you closely to try and mentally catalogue everything she would be doing when they got back to nevermore. She noticed the growing paleness on your face and gently stroked your cheek with the back of her hand.
“Darling? Are you going to be sick sweetheart?” She asked softly and you hummed a panicked yes.
“Sh shh shh its ok sweet girl. It's alright.” She said and guided the sick bag under your chin as you put your shaking hands over hers as she held it for you. You clutched onto her hand with one of your own the other fisting in her blazer's lapels, holding on for dear life.
You were still half lying down, and the principal was concerned you might aspirate if you did throw up, so she gently propped you up against her chest and arm. Your head was on her bicep as she had one arm around your shoulders. She continued to hush you and whisper words of reassurance as you tried to stabilise your breathing in the hopes of fighting off the increasing sick feeling.
“Darling, breath love. You're ok. Its ok.” She hushed and patted your arm with the hand around your shoulders. She felt your body lurch as you pitched forward in her arms and dry heaved. The principal adjusted the sick bag, so it was under your chin again. Marilyn was glancing in the mirror as she saw larissa looking at you with concern.
“Need me to pull over?” She asked.
“Noooo.” You whined wanting to get back asap to hide in your dorm, but you choked on the words as you finally began to throw up into the sick bag. To her merit Larissa didn’t even wince, she gently rubbed your arm, her other hand still holding the bag for you.
“Sh sh shh its ok Y/n. You're ok sweetheart. It's alright honey.” She said and glanced at Marilyn.
“Yes please.” The principal said. She felt you tug at her blazer as you protested still actively being sick.
“It's alright honey, we’re just gonna try and make you more comfortable sweetie. Just hang tight, you're doing so good for me love.” She consoled and Marilyn pulled over on the empty road back to nevermore.
You heard a door open and close as you felt another set of hands on you. The botanist was holding your hair back as she laid a hand against your face.
“She feels warmer than before.”
“Yes. I was worried about that.”
After a minute you coughed and stopped being sick. Both teachers waited with bated breath to see if you were going to be sick again.
“Are you done darling?” Weems asked and you nodded weakly and pushed the bag away from you with a grimace.
“Think so.” You said.
“What do you mean think sweetheart?” Marilyn asked with a frown.
“Not as bad.” You said. Still very out of it.
“Whats not as bad darling? You still feel sick?” The principal asked.
“Yes, but not as bad.” You repeated.
“Ok we can work with that. I’ll keep another bag here in case. Let me know if you need it hon.” She said.
You gave a half nod and settled back into the crook of her elbow. You closed your eyes and heard the car door open and close as car starts again. You went back to dozing lightly as the two adults talked quietly, shooting you worried glances.
“We need to get her changed and somewhere she can sleep and have someone keep an eye on her.” Marilyn said
“She can stay with me for a bit.” Larissa responded looking down at you with sad eyes.
“Need any help with that?” The botanist asked.
“If you’re sincere then yes please. If it’s not too much trouble.” The blonde responded.
“Anything you need Larissa.” She gave a kind smile and you drifted further into sleep.
After parking at the school Marilyn and Larissa carefully manoeuvred you out of the car and you were soon being carried by the English blonde into the school. You were still pale and quite warm as you continued to sleep in her arms, clearly exhausted from the sickness. The two teachers made it to Larissa’s office in record time and without issue.
Opening the door at the back of her office into her private quarters she gently set you down on the couch in the living room. You stirred but stay asleep.
“I’ll be right back; I’ll just grab everything she needs. Could you watch her for me please?” Weems asked and Marilyn agreed and sat opposite you studying the sweat beading on your forehead.
Your breathing was light as you slept, and the paleness was broken only by the flush on your cheeks.
After about ten minutes the principal returned with a host if things. She came over and knelt next to your head on the floor by the couch.
She placed a bucket down by the bed just in case and pulled out a thermometer. She gently stroked your cheek with the back of her hand and watched you come around slowly. Your eyes were glazed, and you still felt like a furnace was on below your skin. She gently pulled your lip down with her thumb and tucked the thermometer under your tongue. You lolled your head to the side to face her looking miserable and tired. Your eyes were drooping as you looked at the concerned teachers tiredly.
Weems lent down and pulled out a washcloth dipping it in the small bowl of water she had set down next to the bucket. Wringing it out she waited for the beep of the stick before she took it and placed the cloth on your forehead.
She hummed disapprovingly at the number.
“Bad?” Ms Thornhill asked and weems jumped forgetting she was there.
“Unfortunately, so. 102.8 is very dangerous for a child.” She said.
“Anything i can do?”
“Can you fetch her a glass of water from the kitchen, we need to get some medicine in her as soon as we can.”
“Consider it done.” Thornhill said with a nod, and she scurried off.
Weems gently stroked your cheek again and you groggily opened your eyes and hummed in confusion.
“Hello sweet girl.” Weems said, “how are we feeling now? Do you need anything?” She asked gently, still stroking your warm cheek with her hand as she looked into your glazed eyes. You gave a small whine still fever-addled and confused.
At that moment Thornhill returned and handed the principal the glass.
“Thank you.” She said and placed the glass to your lips and tilted it as you drank some.
“Small sips darling.” She said quietly and with her free hand grabbed a blister packet of fever reducers. She popped out the correct dosage and popped them in your mouth chasing it with the glass again.
You complied your shaking hands over hers as she held the glass for you. After you were done you pushed it away and weems complied, sitting it down on the table. Thornhill came over and crouched next to weems. You hummed as she came into your view. Reaching out a hand you patted her knee making her laugh.
“Hello darling.” Ms Thornhill said and took your hand in hers rubbing her thumb over your knuckles. You gave a tired hum and closed your eyes again letting your arm go slack. Weems carefully tucked it back by your side and brushed the hair from your eyes, taking the cloth and dipping it in the water again before wringing it out and placing it back on your forehead. She checked your temperature with her hand, satisfied it was going down some.
Gently she guided your sleepy form upright as you made a mumble of protest. Weems pulled out an old t-shirt of hers and some sleep shorts that looked to be the right size somehow. She guided your floppy arms out of the school blazer and frowned at the sight of your shirt.
“Whats the matter?” Thornhill asked looking concerned at how Weems had paused.
“She sweat through her shirt.” She said slowly.
“Good thing we’re changing her then.” Thornhill chuckled.
“Yes, I suppose so.” Weems said and began to unbutton your shirt. After your top half was left in a sports bra, she slipped the shirt over your head and guided your arms through the sleeves and gently laid you back against the pillows going down to your school skirt she slipped it off your hips and slid it down. You were wearing boxers which made Thornhill chuckle.
Weems slid the sleep shorts on-top you like one might a small toddler and you rolled over and snuggled into a pillow making both women smile.
Now you were changed and medicated, they decided to let you sleep for a bit, both teachers planning to stay in the vicinity until you were well enough to be on your own again. And so, they did. MASTERLIST
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La Mode illustrée, no. 16, 17 avril 1898, Paris. Toilette de voyage pour dame d'âge moyen. Toilette d'excursion pour jeune femme. Modèles de Mmes Coussinet-Piret, rue Richer, 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
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Toilette de voyage pour dame d'âge moyen. — Robe en cover-coat gris de fer; jupe unie, taillée en forme; jaquette de même tissu, doublée en soie, garnie de boutons et de bouton nières, pouvant la fermer à volonté; le dessin représente cette jaquette ouverte sur une chemisette de piqué jaune-maïs, pointillé de rouge; le col replié et les revers de la jaquette sont recouverts de même piqué, fixé à points longs, ou si on le préfère boutonnés, de façon à pouvoir être aisément nettoyés. La chemisette coupée d'après la fig. 69 à 76, verso, de la planche de patrons, est ornée de plis et d'un nœud de cravate de même étoffe.
Toilette d'excursion pour jeune fille. — Robe en lainage mauve à dessins violets; la jupe est garnie d'un volant qui va s'élargissant derrière, surmonté d'une bande de même étoffe, piquée plusieurs fois; corsage-blouse plissé de chaque côté, garni d'un col droit, plat, sur lequel on pose en ruban violet, un nœud marin, auquel se rattachent deux petits revers en batiste blanche. Les manches ornées de séries de plis, se terminent par une manchette arrondie. Le grand col, fait en léger drap mauve, est bordé de soutache violette, a derrière la forme carrée d'un col marin, et se prolonge devant jusqu'au delà de la ceinture, faite en cuir violet retenu par une boucle d'argent. Ce grand col est garni de boutons et de boutonnières simulées; chapeau en paille violette orné de rubans et de plumes mauves
Middle-aged lady's travel ensemble. — Dress in iron-grey cover-coat; plain skirt, cut in shape; jacket of the same fabric, lined in silk, trimmed with buttons and buttonholes, which can be closed at will; the design represents this jacket open on a maize-yellow piqué shirt, dotted with red; the folded collar and the lapels of the jacket are covered with the same quilting, fastened with long stitches, or if preferred buttoned, so as to be easily cleaned. The shirt cut according to fig. 69 to 76, verso, of the pattern sheet, is decorated with pleats and a tie knot of the same fabric.
Young woman's excursion ensemble. — Mauve woolen dress with violet designs; the skirt is trimmed with a flounce which widens behind, surmounted by a band of the same fabric, stitched several times; bodice-blouse pleated on each side, trimmed with a straight, flat collar, on which a sailor's knot is placed in purple ribbon, to which are attached two small lapels in white cambric. The sleeves adorned with a series of pleats end with a rounded cuff. The large collar, made of light purple cloth, is edged with purple soutache, has the square shape of a sailor collar behind, and extends in front to beyond the belt, made of purple leather held in place by a silver buckle. . This large collar is trimmed with mock buttons and buttonholes; purple straw hat decorated with purple ribbons and feathers
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Ekdromi (1966), dir. Takis Kanellopoulos  
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