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Long Haul Healing
Sicktember Day 20: Cramping Pain
Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson
Words: 500 | Rating: T | CW: coughing, mild vomiting, effects of poison
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Summary: Steve visits a poisoned Eddie in the hospital and assures Eddie he’s in it for the long haul.
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Steve stepped into Eddie’s hospital room, finding familiarity at the steady beeping of Eddie’s heart monitor. The room smelled sharp with antiseptic and something sick, and Steve’s nose crinkled. Eddie was resting fitfully on his side and Steve approached quietly to not disturb him.
Eddie twitched and face creased as if he was in pain. His long hair was loose and knotted, and his bangs stuck to the sweat on his forehead. Eddie's skin was waxy under the fluorescent lights and the dark circles around his eyes matched the dark poison stained around his lips.
The small side table held a fresh emesis basin, napkins, and a cup of water with a straw, and Steve felt some comfort that the water seemed to have been sipped at.
Eddie groaned as he blinked awake, just as a cramp shuddered through him.
“H-Harrington, y-you’re here.” His voice was hoarse and he coughed lightly.
“Said I’d come every day,” Steve replied.
Before Eddie could reply, he coughed harder and reached for the basin, but Steve got it first and held it under Eddie’s chin. Eddie choked up inky black liquid and spat it into the basin between hoarse coughs. He whimpered as his body cramped again, and instinctively reached for Steve’s hand. Steve held it tight as Eddie coughed and spat into the basin.
Steve had gotten used to Eddie’s hand in his and at times like this, knowing it brought Eddie comfort.
“You’re okay,” Steve soothed. He wished for another hand to push Eddie’s hair from his face.
Eddie fell back to his pillows panting with exertion, making the heart monitor beep erratically. Black liquid clung to Eddie’s lips and chin.
“Here,” Steve guided as he placed the bowl back on the table. He reached for napkins on the side table and sat on the edge of Eddie’s bed. “Do you mind if I…?” He held up the napkins.
Eddie gave Steve a slight nod, too tired to speak.
Carefully, Steve wiped his lips and chin. Eddie’s eyes followed him as Steve tossed away the napkins.
“Y-you don’t n-need,” Eddie started but broke off, suppressing a cough. He willed his voice to steady. “You don’t need to stay for this, Harrington.” He swallowed. “I-I’ll call the nurse. You can g-go.”
“I don’t mind. I want to be here,” Steve admitted.
“To watch me suffer?” Eddie deadpanned. He cleared his throat and grimaced.
“To make sure you’re okay,” Steve said. “You think you can try some water?”
Eddie nodded and let Steve guide the straw for him to take a few sips. Eddie’s voice was clearer when he spoke again.
“They say it could take weeks for it to clear, Harrington.” Eddie looked away dejectedly. “Could be a long time.”
Steve nodded. “I know.”
Eddie’s eyes snapped to Steve’s. “Weeks, Steve.”
“I know,” Steve repeated, unbothered. “So you better get used to this.” He brushed a stray piece of hair out of Eddie’s face.
Eddie’s hand found Steve’s again. “I’ll do my best.”
#sicktember2023#sicktember 2023#sicktember day 20#cramping pain#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#hurt eddie munson#protective steve harrington#acasualcrossfade writes#thunderously halo writes
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as my eyes close (my guards come down) (1982 words) by echoing_soundChapters: 1/1
Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth
Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Karuma Gou | Manfred von Karma, Missile the dog (AA anime s2e6)
Additional Tags: Sicktember, Sicktember 2022, Sicktember Day 20: Cold Sweat, Sickfic, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Manfred von Karma is just some guy who loves his daughter, Franziska is 9 ish and Miles is 15 ish in this, but the ages aren't super important other than the fact that they're pretty young, Franziska's accent is written phonetically
Series: Part 5 of Sicktember 2022
Summary:
A young Franziska wakes up with a cold one morning and is pressured by Miles into spending the day resting. However, when night falls, and sleep doesn’t come so easily, the two find it easier to rest in each other’s companionship.
[Written first and foremost as a birthday gift for @musashi, just happening to utilize the @sicktember day 20 prompt, “cold sweat”]
#sicktember#sicktember 2022#sicktember day 20#ace attorney#franziska von karma#miles edgeworth#echo.fic#fic tag#prosecutor siblings#whip & neigh neigh#eat cold chip and tell the truth
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@sicktember Day 20: Cramping Pain
Warning for Illness, pain, chronic pain, pain crisis, flare-up, medication
#sicktember#sicktember 2023#sicktember day 20#cramping pain#tmnt#tmnt 2012#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt 2012 donnie#tmnt 2012 raph#brains and brawn#illness cw#pain cw#chronic pain cw#pain crisis cw#flare-up cw#medication tw
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Fic title : Pay Attention to How You Feel
@sicktember 2023 prompt : Cramping Pain
Rating : General Audiences
Fandom : Atypical (Netflix)
Pairing : Casey & Doug
Additional tags : Running, Pain, Leg Cramps, Overexertion, Good Parent Doug Gardner, Phone Calls & Telephones, Awkwardness
Word count : 397
#fanfiction#fanfic#fanfic challenge#fanfic prompts#sicktember 2023#sicktember day 20#cramping pain#atypical#atypical netflix#netflix atypical#casey gardner#doug gardner
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Sicktember Day 20
Cramping Pain
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Mushroom Strikes Back
Cody smiles at him – something Anakin’s pretty sure he’d never do in his right mind, until they actually know each other better – something oddly warm in his dark eyes.
He falls asleep for a little while, but wakes up to a sharp, cutting pain in his right arm. Sometimes, it just burns, much the way it did when he lost it, and he shifts slightly, reaching up to press his left hand over the area where the metal meets the what’s left of his arm, willing the pain to fade.
He’s… had worse before, but it’s too severe to sleep right now, despite how worn out he is. Maybe it’s also worse because he’s sick right now.
“What happened to your arm?” Cody asks, and Anakin blinks, twists sideways to look at him.
His Force presence doesn’t feel quite as muddled as earlier, but the pain medication is definitely still affecting him. That’s probably the only reason he asked so bluntly, anyway.
“I fought Dooku on Geonosis. I… lost it when I was fighting him there,” he explains. He’ll never be able to forget that moment, or the pain of the lightning that took him down right before.
He… should have been more careful, and it feels like sometimes whoever sees his arm is ceaselessly remembering how much he failed there. He can feel the stares, wherever he goes in the Temple, like they see him as something lesser. (To be fair, they always have.) Jedi don’t commonly lose a part of themselves.
#star wars#star wars fanfiction#fanfiction#sicktember#sicktember 2023#sicktember day 20#sicktember day twenty#day twenty#day 20#anakin skywalker#commander cody#cody#anakin and cody#hurt/comfort#friendship#cramping pain
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Sicktember #20
Prompt #20: Cold Sweat
Fandom: Musketeers
Title: An Off-Day
Summary: When the best shot in the regiment is having a bit of an off-day, Porthos gets to the bottom of what’s troubling him.
CW: Brief discussion of 'throwing up', but nothing is mentioned and no character does so.
Aramis was known throughout the Musketeer garrison as the best shot in service to the King, and Porthos and D’Artagnan had spent the previous day extolling this virtue to the recruits they were training in shooting, the former even going so far as to call Aramis the best marksman in all of France. So the next morning, when this same marksman failed to hit the bullseye dead center on the first shot as promised, spirits in Treville’s garrison were a bit dampened, to say the least.
Aramis did, calmly and surely, take up his musket again and deliver a second shot that struck the center, but subsequent shots in his demonstration proved that his aim that day was a bit wanting of such a bold title. It was when a shot missed the center ring entirely that Porthos set aside his chagrin and studied his friend worriedly, noticing immediately the pallor of his cheeks and the minute tremors which shook his fingers.
“Aramis?”
“Pardon me, gentlemen,” Aramis said, dragging a hand across his brow and swaying a bit. He rested the butt of his musket in the dirt, but Porthos knew it must be an attempt at balancing himself. “I’m feeling a bit under the weather this morning.”
“Why don’t you go have a seat in the shade?” Porthos waved in the direction of the stables and the trees nearby, hoping that his voice was level enough not to convey his concern to the recruits. “I’ll be there in a moment.”
Aramis tipped his hat and took his leave without another word, which made worry snake down Porthos’s spine. D’Artagnan cast a worried look after the man as he left; even Aramis’s retreating footsteps seemed lethargic and uneven.
“He must really be feeling bad,” D’Artagnan said lowly as the recruits loaded their muskets for another round, and all Porthos could do was nod. He helped D’Artagnan set up the targets for the next drill and made sure the young man was alright and understood what the training schedule was, before giving the Gascon a nod. D’Artagnan sent Aramis his well wishes, and Porthos set off in the direction of the stables that Treville would likely have him mucking out for the next month as punishment for leaving D’Artagnan alone to supervise the recruit’s target practice, but a month’s worth of horse dung was the least of Porthos’s worries at the present moment.
Porthos found Aramis tucked away on a bench in the shade near the stables, listing sideways into a wall. His head rested heavily against the stone, his hat pulled over his eyes and squashed against the wall. He did not react when Porthos removed the hat to get a better look at his color, which had not improved a bit since Aramis had left the practice yards.
“What’s the matter?” Porthos said, setting the hat aside carefully and kneeling in the dust in front of him. “You look awful.”
Aramis’s eyes were shut tight, his mouth turned down. “As I’ve said I…” He blew out a shaky breath. “I’m not feeling very well.”
“Yeah, that I can tell.” Porthos patted his knee. “But what else is bothering you?” He noticed the sheen of sweat on Aramis’s face, and brushed his fingers across the man’s forehead, finding the pale skin to be unhealthily cool and clammy. Aramis trembled with shivers, and so Porthos shrugged out of his jacket and tucked it around Aramis’s shoulders. He was growing disturbed at how Aramis’s eyes had remained resolutely shut through it all. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
Aramis shook his head woozily. “Not yet.”
“Aramis,” Porthos said sharply, “there is no way you’re going back on duty like this.”
“No, I mean, not yet,” Aramis repeated. His eyelids fluttered. “No moving yet.”
“Oh,” Porthos said, his heart rate calming, feeling a bit guilty. He noticed the way Aramis was swaying slightly, even seated. “Do you feel dizzy?”
“Mm.”
“Like you might faint?”
Aramis hummed again. “Possibly.”
Porthos glimpsed the harsh and almost convulsive way Aramis was swallowing, and revised his line of questioning. “Or do you feel like you might throw up?” Aramis said nothing and merely, if at all possible, grew even paler. “Aramis? Am I in jeopardy?”
After a long moment of silence, Aramis’s eyes opened to slits. “Don’t think so…” he said in a weak voice, the smile he tried for emerging as more of a grimace. “But I hope you aren’t particularly attached to those boots just in case.”
“I’ll have you know they’re new,” Porthos said, wagging a finger, “so you better be truthful with me.”
Aramis shut his eyes again, and tipped his body back against the wall. “In that case it’s probably best we don’t try to head for my rooms right now.” Somehow, despite his eyes not being open, Porthos’s worried glare captured his attention, and he added, “It’ll pass.”
Porthos rolled his eyes and sighed. “Should’ve known you weren’t well the moment you missed that first shot.”
“Missed?” Aramis affixed Porthos with a deeply offended look, pressing a hand dramatically to his heart. He swallowed again, and shivered. “I did not miss.”
“You glanced the center ring,” Porthos reminded him gently. “For you, that’s a miss.”
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Sicktember day 19 & 20, Whining/Crying & Cold sweat
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He didn't remember exactly what part of the nightmare shocked himself awake at 1am but Gabriel’s heart beat hard against his chest. Panting for breath, his head whipped around looking for his partner but sadly the bed beside him lay empty.
Swallowing hard, Gabriel cleared his throat and brought his shaking hand to his face, aware of the sweat beads running down his damp face.
He tried taking a few deep breaths to calm himself but the air stuck in his dry throat causing him to cough. Gabriel’s eyes filled with tears as he pushed the remaining images flashing through his mind away, willing happier times to form as he covered his face with his hands.
"Love?"
Gabriel’s heart nearly burst hearing Liam’s voice break the silence.
"What’s wrong?"
He felt the bed dip as Liam sat next to him.
"Nightmare." Gabriel croaked out while sucking in a hard breath. He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his pajama sleeve.
Liam cupped Gabriel’s pale face. "What can I do?"
Gabriel patted the bed with his hand and took hold of Liam tightly as he climbed in.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Liam asked gently.
"No." Gabriel whispered, burying his face into his partners hoodie. More tears fell as he wept softly for a while then finally fell back asleep in Liam’s arms.
#sicktember#i haven't had many ideas lately#but I love when fessor cries#kaze writes: drabbles#kaze writes: liam and gabriel#sicktember 2022#sicktember day 19#sicktember day 20
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20. Cold Sweat
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Fao’s wisdom teeth were driving him absolutely crazy. He’d had on and off pain for months, which he’d been ignoring, of course. It was just like everything else. It would hurt for a bit, and eventually it would go away. Half the time, something else hurt more, and he’d forget about the ache in his teeth. But right now, they were the worst of it, and they were absolutely killing him. They’d flared his jaw, which was giving him a pounding headache, and he’d barely made it through work on his last shift, the theatre lights just making it worse. He tensed his jaw when he concentrated, he always had done, and that meant by the time he’d finished his shift, he was in agony.
He made it home that night somehow, exhausted and in pain, and swallowed some painkillers with his dinner before he headed to bed. He felt shocking, like he was brewing something, and he absently wondered if the damn troublesome teeth were getting infected. Probably, just his luck.
Harrison was on his last night of the week, so he had the bed to himself. He missed his boyfriend, but the dog was some company, at least, and he all but passed out in bed, despite the pain.
He’d tossed and turned all night, flicking between too hot and too cold. At some point, the dog had given up with his fidgeting and jumped off of the bed, choosing to lie on the floor next to Fao. He woke again for some more painkillers, feeling infinitely worse, and freezing cold, and curled up under the duvet again.
The dog woke just before eight, running downstairs barking his head off. Harrison must be home, then. With a groan, Fao buried himself deeper under the duvet, feeling miserable. He was freezing, but drenched in sweat, and he just couldn’t get warm. His painkillers had done absolutely fuck all, and he was fed up. At least he didn’t have to work today, because he doubted he’d have even been able to get himself up and dressed.
Harrison always enjoyed Arrows greeting, though he was sure Fao was meant to be off work. He was usually when Harrison got in, and the fact he wasn't downstairs was slightly concerning.
Snacks forgotten, he headed upstairs, calling out for Fao as he went. "Fao? You home? You alright?"
Fao groaned. “Upstairs!”
He pushed open the bedroom door, and frowned. "What's happened?"
“Feel like crap.” He mumbled, his voice muffled by the pillows.
Harrison sat on the bed and reached over to stroke through Fao's hair. "Pain? Being sick? Head being a dick?"
“Pain.” He mumbled, rolling onto his side. “An’ all hot an’ cold.”
"You're all sweaty."
“Cold.”
He hummed. "The pain won't be helping either, will it? Where is it? Have you had anything?"
Fao nodded. “Co-codamol. My wisdom teeth an’ jaw.”
"And it's not working?"
Fao shook his head. “Still feel crap.”
"Let me get my kit."
“No, c’mon. I’m fine.” He whined. “Jus’ come cuddle.”
"You look like shit. Let me at least see if you've got a temperature?"
“Fine. An’ then come to bed.”
He stretched to press a kiss to his forehead. "Of course."
Fao hummed. “Good.” He said thickly.
Harrison slipped off the bed, disappearing to grab his bag. He returned with more painkillers and water, too, as well as some snacks for later.
"Here, sit up?"
“Do I have to?” He grumbled.
"Probably, yeah. I wanna check your jaw over."
Fao huffed and forced himself to sit up. “Fine, ‘m up.”
"Thank you." Harrison sat in front of Fao, and gave his boyfriend an encouraging smile. "I won't be long."
“Better not be.”
Harrison checked Fao over quickly, ignoring his boyfriend’s protests and complaints. There wasn't anything horrific standing out, but that didn't stop Fao from feeling so rough. Harrison forced some more painkillers down him, chastising him for leaving it so long between doses, and made sure Fao was as comfy as he could be in bed.
He promised he'd be back soon, but he had to shower after his shift. He didn't bother to wash his hair, just rinsing it under the water. With the towel wrapped around his waist, he reappeared to put his pjs on. It was his bedtime, after all. An old top and some shorts later, he lay beside Fao, his arm wrapped around his boyfriend.
"There we go. Better?"
He snuggled into his boyfriend. “Much better. But still really hurts, Hars.”
"I bet. You know we're going to have to call the doctors and the dentists?"
“No, I’ll be alright.”
"No, you don't have a choice."
“C’mon. I’m an adult, I can say no.”
"No."
He huffed. “Call them now? Or can it wait?”
"You can have a nap first. I need a rest after last night. "
Fao happily snuggled closer, cold despite the sheen of sweat that clung to him. He shivered, trying to get warm. He was still in pain, too, despite the painkillers his boyfriend had insisted he took.
#sicktember 2022#sicktember day 20#whump prompt#whump writing#whump#faolan blackwood#harrison#these twilight moments#in these twilight moments#fao x hars#yes this is a fao and hars are boyfriends fic#cold sweat#fever#wisdom teeth#fao is suffering (tm)#but refuses to see a professional bc why would he do that#hars loves him tho#cute#fluffy#fluffy whump#dentist#infection#wisdom tooth infection
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@sicktember Prompt 20 - Cold Sweat
Set between S6:E5 & E6
Julienne woke up with a start. Her heart was racing, her pulse pounding in her ears as she gasped for air. The sense of terror, of utter desolation, of the dark encroaching with all the evil it contained had followed her out of the nightmare. Again. She lay perfectly still. listening to the sound of her own breathing in the darkness and trying to focus on calming down. She could feel the rapidly cooling sweat pooling on her skin and as though noticing it set off the reaction, she started to shake.
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#sicktember 2022#sicktember day 20#fanfic#call the midwife#sister julienne#sister monica joan#reference to sister mary cynthia#so. much. angst#some comfort#mental health#period typical attitudes#references to an asylum#nightmares
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You Deserve This
Sicktember one-shot 6/6
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Lily (OC), Sideswipe, Sunstreaker
Prompts: Day 16; Consulting the Internet/Web MD, Day 19; curled up with a pet, Day 20; cramping pain, Day 25; confused/ disoriented
Warning: None
"Bring him to my house," Lily tells Sunstreaker, "no one else will be here all weekend. You could tell Prowl you and Sideswipe decided to stay at my house."
"I'm not sure if that'll work. We'll be there in ten minutes."
Lily rushes to prepare the guest bedroom and her room for the twins. Uncertain if Sunstreaker wants to stay with his drunk brother overnight.
Sunstreaker couldn't believe how drunk Sideswipe is. Usually, his brother doesn't drink enough to get drunk. He watches Sideswipe struggle to walk.
"Come on, I'm taking you to Lily's house."
Sideswipe complains while stumbling.
Lily couldn't believe how drunk Sideswipe is. Is Sunstreaker holding him up or supporting him? She shows the brothers the guest room.
Sunstreaker argues with Sideswipe to get him to take his boots off and get into bed.
"Oh, I can't wait for you to deal with tomorrow's aftermath."
"He's going to be fun tomorrow," Sunstreaker comments, "maybe he'll learn not to drink so much. I have no idea how much he had. At least he called me."
"Oh boy, I can hear Prowl yelling if he finds out."
The two go to sleep.
Sideswipe wakes up with a list of symptoms of a hangover.
He's tired, but also his dry mouth has him thinking he needs to get water. He tries to get out of bed, but the room is spinning.
"Frag," he mumbles as he lies down
"Stupid fragger!" Sunstreaker scolds.
"Go away," Sideswipe whines.
"Fine."
Sideswipe hears Sunstreaker leave. He tries to sleep.
Just as he's about to fall asleep, someone headbutts him.
"What the —?"
Sideswipe realizes that it was a cat headbutting him. Sideswipe tries to get out of bed, but sitting up is challenging. He sees Sunstreaker left water and pain relief. He takes the pills and lies back in bed. He didn't think the cat would lie beside him, though not under the blankets. The cat starts purring.
"Awe," Sideswipe hears Lily, "good kitty. We'll be downstairs if you get out of bed."
"Hey, just wait until you're old enough to drink."
Lily laughs as she leaves the room. The cat falls asleep with Sideswipe.
"… we'll be back tomorrow," Lily hears Sunstreaker as she goes downstairs, "well, Sideswipe likely won't be in trouble."
"Awe, but now you're here. You could stay until Monday."
"Oh, come on, Lily, I would have come over if you asked, and so would have Sideswipe."
Sunstreaker hugs Lily.
Lily decides to go back upstairs, curious if Sideswipe and her cat are sleeping.
Sunstreaker waits for Lily, uncertain what she's doing. He didn't think he'd be shown a picture of Sideswipe and Lily's cat. He's not surprised Lily asks that the two paint the photo she took.
"Painting from a photo is still weird but fun," Lily comments.
Sideswipe wakes up feeling better. He gets his phone that's on the bed, seeing it's two in the afternoon. The cat is not happy he got out of bed.
"I don't want to get out of bed either. Sunstreaker is likely pissed."
Sideswipe goes downstairs, not looking forward to seeing his brother.
Sideswipe thought he could sneak into the kitchen until he's slammed into the wall.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have been in?!" Sunstreaker scolds, "what if they called the police?!"
"I was having fun."
Sunstreaker slaps Sideswipe.
"I should have taken you back to the bar to get yelled at. Then maybe you'd learn!"
"Ok, Sunstreaker, he gets it," Lily argues.
"I don't think he does, but fine!"
Sunstreaker lets Sideswipe go. Sideswipe goes into the kitchen.
Sideswipe gets food but goes back upstairs to avoid Sunstreaker. Though he doubts he'll be able to until Monday. He can't leave now since his alt mode is still at the club.
The cat is happy to see Sideswipe returned and demands to be patted as Sideswipe eats.
I could take a bus to the club and get my alt mode now. Sideswipe thinks. I'll still be dealing with Sunstreaker whether I leave now or not.
Lily is worried about how hard Sunstreaker will be on Sideswipe. She believes Sideswipe is being punished enough with the hangover. Add what Sunstreaker just did.
"I think he learned to be careful when drinking," Lily argues.
"Maybe, and next time, maybe I won't be nice and bring him here. I hope you'll be responsible when you can drink."
The hangover symptom worsens as the pain relief wears off at four in the afternoon. Sunstreaker is concerned seeing Sideswipe's struggle to sit up.
Ah, frag, I hope we don't need to call Ratchet.
Sunstreaker searches hangovers on the internet. Knowing he's possibly risking Sideswipe's health by not contacting Ratchet. What he reads has him partially believing Sideswipe is ok. He decides to watch Sideswipe for the concerning signs of something more serious. For now, Sunstreaker gets Sideswipe water. The three decide to order Uber Eats. Sideswipe just wants to go back to bed.
"No, you need to eat," Sideswipe tries to find a way to deal with the returning headache, light sensitivity, and dizziness. Sideswipe rests his head on the arm of the vouch. The cat finds Sideswipe and rubs on him, "I think you have a friend."
Sideswipe pats the cat but doesn't look at the cat.
Sideswipe struggles to eat. All he wants to do is go to bed.
Sunstreaker decides half of what Sideswipe has is enough. He helps Sideswipe to bed.
Sunstreaker didn't know Lily followed them.
"I don't know if he'll wake up, but we should leave these for him."
Lily shows Sunstreaker she has a couple granola bars and water.
"He could be asleep all night, but good idea."
Lily puts the items on the nightstand and leaves the room with Sunstreaker. The cat jumps on the bed and gets comfortable next to Sideswipe.
"Good cat," Sideswipe pats the cat and falls asleep.
Sideswipe wakes up at six in the morning, feeling much better. He knows Lily and Sunstreaker aren't up. He eats what Lily left for him and pats the cat.
Sideswipe didn't think he'd fall asleep until he sees it's ten fifteen on his phone. His cat friend isn't around. Sideswipe takes a shower before going downstairs.
Lily and Sunstreaker are eating breakfast when Sideswipe gets downstairs.
"Feeling better?" Lily asks.
"Yes," Sideswipe replies, not hiding that he's not looking forward to dealing with Sunstreaker.
"Leave him alone. He's been punished enough," Lily insists.
Sunstreaker doesn't say anything as the three eat. They decide to stay at the house until three. That's when the twins will go back to the base. No one there will know what happened Friday night that led the brothers to stay at Lily's house.
#transformers#transformers fanfiction#transformers autobots#transformers terror twins#transformers Sideswipe#transformers Sunstreaker#drunk#hangover#aweful hangover#dizzy#cramping#sick#the day after a good time#sicktember day 16#sicktember day 18#sicktember day 19#sicktember day 20#sicktember day 25#sicktember 2023
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One! Prompt! Left!
#don't mind me having a moment#there is a light at the end of this sicktember tunnel xD#now then... do i go with my original idea or try to come up with something new?#i asked this question for my day 29 prompt as well and ended up sticking with my original idea#and wrote it in 20 minutes. i'm shocked xD
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Cookie Run (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Cream Unicorn Cookie (Cookie Run), Original Cookie Run Character(s), Milk Cookie (Cookie Run), Citrus Unicorn Cookie (Original Character)
Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sicktember 2022, Sicktember, Needles, wholesome siblings being wholesome, Citrus is super afraid of getting her shot, so is Creamy but they can be brave for the most part, For the most part, Crying, Milk is a doctor here, Creamy is an amazing older brother, PLEASE DO NOT BE WEIRD IN THE COMMENTS, please please please, CREAMY IS MY COMFORT COOKIE
Series: Part 20 of Sparky Kasane's Sicktember 2022
Summary:
It's vaccination season in Parfaedia, which means it's time for all the young cookies to get their flu shots. Many of the cookies are outwardly nervous, but even the most stoic cookies can't keep all their fear bottled up for long.
Tagging: @sicktember
#sickfic#sicktember#sicktember 2022#Cookie Run#Cookie Run Ovenbreak#Cookie Run Kingdom#Cream Unicorn Cookie#Citrus Unicorn Cookie#Cookie Run OC#Needle cw#wholesome siblings being wholesome#Day 20#It says it was posted tomorrow on ao3 wth
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@sicktember Day 20: Cold Sweat
Warning for Appetite issues, past bullying incident, physical violence, verbal abuse, joint dislocation, joint subluxation, nightmare, mental health problems, mentioned antisemitism, and hospital mention.
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Sicktember 2023: 11
Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick
In an effort to assess the team’s fitness and any improvement in performance, someone thought it would be a good idea to have fitness testing twice- once on the first day and once on the last. You would really like to talk to the person who made this decision, because they need to know that they just made twenty-some new enemies.
Everyone had been complaining about it since it was announced, and you had been very vocal about how much you were not looking forward to the beep test specifically.
Andi had the pleasure of being your roommate, which meant she also had the pleasure of being the person who had to drag you out of bed in the mornings. She’s lucky you’re relatively easy to get out of bed, she could have been stuck with a lot worse.
—-
“Y/N, come on. You need to get up, the bus leaves in 20 minutes,” Andi’s voice woke you.
You groan, “Ands, my head really hurts. Can I please go back to sleep?”
You hear footsteps before you feel a hand pressing against your forehead.
“You don’t have a fever, you’re fine.”
“Andi, please. It really hurts,” your voice is quiet.
“Y/N, I’m not stupid, I know you’re trying to get out of fitness testing. Next time, commit fully to faking sick if you want to skip. It’s a little embarrassing, I was better at faking sick when I was in elementary school.”
“‘m not lying, I promise. My head feels like it’s going to explode.”
“I’m leaving,” Andi sighs, “be downstairs and ready to go in 15 minutes. Take some Tylenol if your head hurts that bad, and get up. If you really want to stay in your bed, you’ll have plenty of time when you’re dropped from the team for skipping.”
With that, you hear the door open and shut as Andi leaves. The girl really was all about tough love, which was usually good. She could always push you to reach a new best, never accepting any excuses.
Just this once, you wished she would. But you knew she was right, Coach had dropped people for less than missing fitness testing. So you pulled yourself out of bed, got yourself together, and headed to the lobby.
Your steps were slow and somewhat wobbly. Which made sense, because your head was spinning and felt like it was being split in half. But you made it to the elevator and stumbled into the lobby, joining the group of players.
Andi, noticing your presence, walks over and slings her arm around your shoulder. Leaning down, she whispers to you.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t need to be so harsh this morning. I was just frustrated and I really couldn’t put up with your antics. We’re fine, right?”
You force a smile onto your face, “of course, Ands. Sorry for being so stubborn.”
If Andi hadn’t believed you earlier, you knew she wouldn’t believe you now. So you decided that you would mind-over-matter your way through the situation. If you pretended you felt normal, you eventually would feel normal, right?
—-
You didn’t even make it through the warm up. You managed through stretches, but you only made it about halfway around the field when your body decided to prove to Andi that you weren’t a liar.
With a thud, you dropped to the ground. Everyone froze for a moment looking towards you, as if waiting for you to stand up. Instead, you began seizing.
Everyone took off running, the vets crouching around you and shooing the younger players away. Andi, who had crouched by your head, watched in horror as you began throwing up, your seizure still not breaking.
As the medics arrived, they quickly pushed everyone back. Andi begged to stay, and she was finally allowed to if she promised not to get in the way. She was directed to your feet, and she grabbed your ankle tightly.
She watched as they shine a flashlight in your eyes, speaking rapidly. She catches words such as “dilated” and “uneven” and she knows enough to know that those aren’t good.
But she doesn’t know what could have happened. A headache wouldn’t cause this, and you were fine yesterday. You had played the full 90 and scored two goals against the Canadian team. You had been totally fin- oh.
Andi’s thoughts screech to a halt. In the 91st minute, you had gone in for a header and had been instead met with the goalie’s fist. You had landed on your feet though, and you seemed okay. There had only been a few minutes of injury time left, and the ref had waved off the medics and resumed play.
By the time that the final whistle blew, it seemed that everyone had forgotten about your injury. The medics didn’t come or pull you aside in the locker room, Coach had been too busy doing whatever he does to check in on you. And your teammates had been distracted with celebrating the win to remember that you had taken a serious knock. The only person who seemed to remember was the goalie, who had asked mainly out of guilt if you were fine.
(of course, the fans remembered. when you were finally cleared to use screens, you would see edits of you being hit and then swaying on the pitch as everyone forgot about you. not how you wanted to go viral.)
No one had noticed that you had skipped out on the celebrations to go to bed once you had returned to the hotel. The only person who had any clue that something was wrong had told you off for lying. No one even knew until you hit the ground.
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Introducing Whumpcember 2022!
Everyone's heard of Whumptober or Febuwhump, Angstpril or Sicktember, but get ready for Whumpcember! Whumpcember is pretty much exactly like Whumptober or Febuwhump, except in December.
Whumpcember is born out of a love of monthly whump challenges but with zero time to complete them. I also want to complete these challenges, but never have the time! So I came to realize that, from an American perspective, December is the month I get the most time off. So, I decided to create this event for people who have too much time in December, but so little across the other 12 months. Of course, this is most definitely an American experience and not universal; so if you don't have free time during December it is still perfectly alright to participate! This event was just made to cure my December boredom, and anyone else's.
Now after that ramble, onto the actual rules:
Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus (i'll let angst slide though, since it's similar enough to whump)
Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!
You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush
Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged
Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.
When posting onto Tumblr you can either @/ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2022 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2022 day1
Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content
At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!
I hope everyone has a fun time during the event! And if you have any questions shoot me an ask through the ask box!
(this is also my first year running this event, expect a hiccup or two)
Written Prompt List Below
-Main Prompts-
Day 1: Hypothermia
Day 2: Avalanche
Day 3: Storm
Day 4: Shortness of Breath
Day 5: “I hate you!”
Day 6: Separated
Day 7: Scars
Day 8: Faked Death
Day 9: Sacrifice
Day 10: “I won’t leave you”
Day 11: Clothing That Doesn’t Fit
Day 12: Broken Bone
Day 13: Fear of the Unknown
Day 14: Shaking
Day 15: “You’re A Monster”
Day 16: Bad Luck
Day 17: Icy Deep
Day 18: Betrayal
Day 19: Electricity
Day 20: “It’s Too Late”
Day 21: Self-Hate
Day 22: Closing In
Day 23: Stumbling
Day 24: Anticipation
Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?”
Day 26: Free Falling
Day 27: Crash Landing
Day 28: Explosion
Day 29: Failure
Day 30: The End Is Nigh
Day 31: Slow Healing
-Alts-
Alt 1. Nightmares
Alt 2. Desperation
Alt 3. Deal With The Devil
Alt 4. Accidental Injury
Alt 5. “I Won’t Help You”
Alt 6. Revenge
Alt 7. Lashing Out
Alt 8. Secrets
Alt 9. On The Run
Alt 10. “I Would Die For You”
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