#chest infection

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Chesty coughs and cuddles

Pairings: Wanda x R

Prompt: “You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.”  (From Sombre Sapphics blog prompts)

Word count: 738

Summary: you have a cough that wont go away.

TW: chest infection, fever, almost fainting, infirmary, medical check up

A/n I might post two fics today because their both a bit short.

“You’ve kept that cough through two colds and it sounds like you’re on your third.” Wanda frowned as you hunched over on the couch coughs wracking your form.

“Forth” you croaked when you had finally stopped.

“What?” Wanda asked unsure she had heard you correctly

“Forth cold.” You clarified

“right. we’re going to Bruce” wanda said pulling you into a sitting position.

“Nooo i was comfy.” You whined.

“Babe this isn’t normal. You need to see a doctor.” Wanda reasoned pulling you to your feet. When you were upright your vision swam and you stumbled forward, luckily wanda wrapped her arms around you to stop you from falling flat on your face.

“Woah there tiger, nice and easy.” She said. “Wrap your legs around my waist love and I’ll carry you.” So you did. Like a toddler your head rested by her neck and your arms around her neck with your flying flush to her torso. She held you up under your thighs, but you were too tired to care.

“Baby girl, you feel a bit warm sweets. Have you taken your temperature lately?” She cooed. You buried your face in her neck and mumbled softly

“‘M not a baby.” You whined

“Ok love.” She chuckled realising you were a bit too far gone to response in your hazy fevered state. “I’ll get Bruce to check when we see him.” She cooed. And you whined at the mention of going to the sick bay.

“Baby trust me it’ll make you feel better.” She soothed.

“Don’t wanna.” You whined hearing Jarvis announce you were here.

Wanda carefully set you down on the bed, having to sit down herself as you clung to her and refused to let go.

“What can i do for you two girls today?” Bruce asked wiping his hands on his lab coat.

“Y/n/n’s had a cough for about three colds-“

“Four”

“Four colds and i think she has a fever, i was just hoping you could check her out to make sure its nothing serious.” Wanda said patting your back as you began to squirm.

“Ok. Y/n/n can you look at me for a sec.” Bruce asked, running the tip of the thermometer over your forehead.

“Hmm 100.7 not dangerous but still a fever id like to keep an eye on.” Bruce said more to himself than anyone else.

“Has she had any meds?” He asked grabbing a stethoscope.

“Not yet i don’t think.”

“Give her a Tylenol and see how her fever reacts” he said slipping the metal tip under your shirt and unto your back. You squirmed at the cool metal and wanda held you tighter shushing you softly.

“Hmm her breathing sounds a bit crackly. I think she has a chest infection, ill need to do more tests.” He said. “Jarvis scan Y/n’s chest and send the report to my lab computer.” He said walking over to his desk.

“Scan complete.” Jarvis said.

“It seems i was right, Ms L/n has a nasty chest infection.” He said as you began coughing again.

“I’ll give her some antibiotics and when she finishes the course bring her back for another check up to see if its cleared.” He said pressing a box of green and white pills into Wanda’s palm.

“For now she needs rest and to keep an eye on her temp. Let me or Jarvis know if it gets above 103 and I’ll give her an ice bath if needed. If you like i can have Jarvis send live updates of her stats to my computer if that makes you feel better.”

“That would be great thanks Bruce.” Wanda said. “Well i better get this one to bed.” Wanda said as you nuzzled into her neck again.

“Thanks again Bruce.” Wanda said and you slurred something incomprehensible.

“Its alright girls don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything at all.”

You must have fallen asleep sometime on the way back because the next thing you knew you were asleep in your bed with your girlfriend.

Life was good, even if it was hard to breathe.

MASTERLIST

#chest infection #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #natasha romaoff #sicfic #wanda marvel #wandanat x reader #wandanat sick #wandanat sic fic #wandanat comfort #wanda comfort #wanda x reader #natasha marvel #natasha comfort #natasha x reader #hurt/comfort #fluff #whump #no angst #marvel sicfic #lesbian #polyamarous #wandanat x r #fanfic #Bruce banner #compound infirmary #sick r

[bellysoupset]

i had to drop something off to a friend today, so i walked 33 minutes in 80°f weather and it reminded me of last summer when i had an upper respiratory infection in July. the humidity + heat made breathing so hard and the chest pain was insane.. it was not fun at all

BUT.....

it then led me to think of vince. i believe you mentioned in one fic that his breathing still isn't right after his accident? anyway.. i'm not sure how medically accurate this is, but would you be able/willing to write a fic with vince getting an upper respiratory infection made worse due to his accident ??

Wendy rolled on the bed, letting out a happy sigh when her cheek met Vince's bicep. It was a rare morning when she woke up with him still in bed, so she opened a smile, throwing her leg over his hip and tangling it with his.

"Morning..." she yawned, even though it was still dark out and planting a kiss over his chest. She was ready to fall back asleep, when she felt Vince very delicately push her off of him. Wendy pouted, opening her eyes.

"Vin?"

"Sorry," his voice was still rough with sleep, "it's just so warm, honey."

She let out a scoff, throwing herself over him again and then reaching on the bedside table that was to his side. She pulled the drawer open and clicked on the A/C button, still half asleep, before letting out a content sigh and snuggling against him again.

Vince chuckled, the laughter rumbling in his chest, "okay, then we can cuddle. Just an hour though."

"Skip gym today," Wendy mumbled, kissing his neck, "just today."

"I can't, honey, we have a game this weekend. I can't slack off now," his hand roamed her back, getting under her cute matching set, rough fingers tracing her spine, "go back to sleep."

She let out a whine, but didn't pull back, allowing Vin to lull her back to sleep easily. A handful of minutes later and he felt Wendy's weight drop on him, her breathing turning deep.

Her alarm only rung at eight, by that hour he was already out of the gym and into his first class. Vince kissed the top of her head, very carefully unhooking his girlfriend from him when his alarm tried to ring at 6:00

The sun was out now and it was high. It was rare the day their town got so warm, but today was shaping up to be one of those hellish days.

Luke was already in the gym by the time Vince arrived.

Everything was harder in such a warm day and Vince's head was throbbing by the time he was done with all sets and he felt vaguely queasy, all his limbs so heavy. Lucas thumped his back, his face ablaze from exertion.

"I'm starving," he said, shoving Vin towards the gym bathroom, "hurry up so we can get the good breakfast."

The Good Breakfast, as Lucas called it, was getting to the university cafeteria before they ran out of hot bacon and sausages. They couldn't get to it most days and normally their positions were switches, Luke whining about still having a stomachache from his binge the night before and Vince starved, but not today.

Today Vince sluggishly munched on bacon, resting his forehead on his hand and listening fondly as Luke prattled on and on, with no signs of stopping. He was besides himself with being married, which was adorable, and Vince noticed just how Lucas was gesturing twice as much as he normally did, as if he was subconsciously showing off his white gold ring.

"You're quiet today," Luke pointed out, finally, as they walked to class together. Vince shrugged.

"Still asleep, I think," he said and didn't even pretend when the line was followed by a yawn. He so wished he was back in bed.

Throughout the day, everything got worse. His headache, which he expected to vanish, especially since he had taken tylenol after breakfast, continued on. If anything it only got worse. His throat started to scratch up, but the worse of all was how his chest felt.

It was as if someone was sitting on his chest.

"Hey handsome," Wendy said, reaching him from behind, cupping his ass and he let out a chuckle.

"We're in public, Wen," he lazily raised an arm to allow her to hug him from the side, leaning in to kiss her and Wendy beamed.

"Yeah yeah, but you looked too hot, couldn't resist," she kissed him again, then frowned, "Vin... You're super clammy, are you feeling alright?"

"Yep," Vince tugged on the front of his shirt, "it's so fucking warm, I feel like I'm cooking inside out."

Wendy raised her eyebrows, then patted his thigh, "crouch down."

He obeyed and then opened a smile when she grabbed the pink scrunchie from her hair and used it to tie his in a knot on the base of his neck, "better?"

"Much," Vince let out a sigh of relief, "pick wherever you wanna have lunch, I'm not really hungry."

Wendy squinted at him, but she said nothing, taking his hand in hers as they strolled down the street. They always had lunch in one of the many restaurants that were conveniently placed on the block right next to campus. It was close enough to Vince's work he didn't need to get his bike and close enough to the hospital that Wendy could just walk back there too.

"Is Luke joining us?"

"Please," Vince rolled his eyes, then cleared his throat when his voice failed him. He coughed twice, forcing his voice up, "as if he'll waste any minute he can spend with Bell. I swear he's driving three times more often now."

"Honeymoon period," Wendy teased, leaning against his arm, "I heard a biker club might be passing through town tomorrow. Have you ever thought of joining one?"

Vince raised an eyebrow, scoffing, "do I look like I belong in a gang?"

"Do you want me to answer that honestly?" his girlfriend teased him, walking backwards so she could look him in the eyes and poke his tummy, "they're not all gangs, I just thought you might enjoy it. Now that your bike is fixed back up."

"Absolutely not," Vince cleared his throat again, now grimacing when it caused him to cough. He raised a hand in front of his mouth, turning away from Wendy and hoped it'd clear up soon enough.

It took him a moment and when the coughing tapered off, the world seemed a little fuzzy. Wen's hands were on his shoulders since he had bent down and she looked terrible worried.

"Vince? Jesus, I thought you said you weren't feeling sick-" she cupped his face and Vince shook his head.

"I'm not," he rubbed his chest, "It's just an annoying tickle in my throat, I'm feeling fine."

It wasn't exactly true, he was feeling pretty run down, but he blamed the majority of it on the fucking heat. He was not dressed for this weather. Hell, he was not shaved enough for this weather, everything just felt horrible, sticking to him.

"I'm not sure I believe you," Wendy said, planting her hand to his forehead, "I can't tell if you have a fever, you're warm all over."

"Yeah, it's a million degrees here," Vince rolled his eyes, taking her hand off his forehead and intertwining their fingers, "just pick a place already, Wen, I need to be inside with a/c."

She picked an indian restaurant in the end and Vince spent the majority of the time just sipping iced water. It was wonderful to his headache, not so much to his throat. Wendy pushed and prodded, even using a low blow such as "I thought you were bulking for the weekend game" to try and get him to eat, but all Vin's queasy stomach allowed him to do was much on some naan.

"Don't you wanna call in sick and get some rest, Vin?" Wendy pouted, as they walked out the restaurant and the heat hit him right in the face, causing Vince to groan.

"No, Troy is a sweetheart, but not that much of a sweetie," Vince pulled on his hair, using her scrunchie to tie it all up in a ponytail, then rubbing his neck. It felt stiff, already wet with sweat, "I promise I'll be fine, honey. I'll see you later, you're gonna watch the practice?"

"I'm not sure, I'll try to," Wendy frowned, pressing her cold hands to his cheek, "let it be noted it's my doctor orders for you to go home and get some sleep. You look terrible."

"You know I can never be assed to follow doctor orders," he kissed the inside of her wrist, "see you."

He knew she wasn't exaggerating about how terrible he looked, because for once the little kids he was guiding around left him alone. Normally Vince was a kid magnet and he always ended up with a snotty six year old clinging to his shirt or hugging his leg or even climbing him like he was part of the exhibition. Not today, they seemed almost scared of him.

"You look like a corpse," Troy mentioned, once he finished the second tour of the day, "very on theme with the exhibition."

"Thanks," Vince rasped out. After three hours of speaking, his voice was gone, barely above a whisper. Troy frowned.

"Vincenzo" he tapped his pen against his notepad, "you know we have covid norms in place, right? At the very least wear a mask."

"I'm not sick," Vince whispered, shaking his head, "it's just my voice and the heat," he gestured around, although the museum did have a/c. Granted, all the flipping of temperatures might've just aided his voice vanishing, "I feel fine."

"Remind me what's your job again?" Troy said and when Vince opened his mouth to answer, he interrupted, "yes, yes, guiding the visitations. How do you plan on doing that without a voice?"

Vince pouted, "it's gonna come back, just give me a mi-"

"Go home," his boss rolled his eyes, "get out of here and only come back when you have a mask and a voice."

Vin let out a groan, getting up from the bench where he was taking his break and nodding, "fine," he attempted to snap, but what truly came out was a soft spoken whisper that sounded obedient, not sarcastic.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go back to bed and rest, he just couldn't afford the luxury of wasting his sick days on something silly like a little irritated throat.

He didn't go back home. It was only two hours for football practice, so instead Vince went to the field and started working on his essays due. At least that meant more free time later. He was graduating that year, so as a veteran he had less classes, but many more obligations.

Vince got sucked in his writing, so much so he didn't notice the temperature dropping or how many times he was coughing every ten minutes. How much his chest hurt.

He put down his phone, squinting at the screen and regretting not bringing his laptop. He never carried it around, it was neatly tucked away in his dorm, sometimes in Wen's place (well, most times nowadays), but today he really regretted it. His headache was back with full force, neck stiff from being hunched over the small screen for so long.

He had even attempted to use speech to text to write the essay, but his accent was too thick - it wasn't, really - for the dumb little app to understand him.

"Oh you're here early," Spencer smiled, walking closer, "sup?"

"Sup," Vince attempted to respond, but all that this managed was to make him cough. This time the coughs went on for long enough he thought he was going to pass out, grabbing on the bleachers to steady himself.

Spencer sounded truly worried once Vince zoned back in, holding him by arm, "Vin!? Vin, are you okay?! That didn't sound good, you shouldn't be here-"

"-m'fine," he whispered, waving the man off, "just a bad throat."

"What?"

"I said I'm fine," Vince forced the words up, immediately cringing when the act of forcing his voice caused his stomach to clench. He gulped down the taste of acid and rubbed his chest, "it's just a sore throat."

"Sounds like way more than a sore throat," Spencer pouted, "I don't know man... I'm telling Luke."

"Lucas'not my dad," Vince scoffed, frowning back at him, "I'm fine."

Clearly Spencer didn't agree at all. He stood around like a worried mother until they went to the locker rooms and even then kept sending Vince worried glances.

"Why is Spencer staring at you?" Lucas asked, sitting on the bench while lacing up his shoes, vibrating with energy. Sometimes Vince wondered where did his best friend get so much energy, he was like a stir crazy puppy.

Vin shrugged, glaring at his teammate when Luke bent over to put on the other shoe.

By the time they got in the field, Vin was really starting to regret his choices. Despite the incredibly warm day, it was a chilly night now that the sun had set and violent shivers kept running up his spine. His stomach was feeling even more uneasy, head a little woozy after barely eating all day.

"Alright guys, warm-up drills!" Coach Eric yelled, blowing his whistle, "two sets of high knee runs, back and forth!" he pointed the two opposite ends of the field, "go!"

Normally he could do this in his sleep. Not tonight, by the time Vince reached the first point of the field, his head was swimming. He knew his form was all wrong, he was hunched on himself, struggling to breathe and trying not to cough.

Vaguely he heard another whistle, then the coach yelling, "Monacelli put your back into it! What the fuck are you doing with your arms?!"

He tried, he really tried to fix up his form, but just attempting to stand straight sent him in a coughing fit, black dots swimming in his vision. Vince stopped running altogether, bracing against his knees, as the ground seemed to catapult under him. He couldn't breathe.

"VIN!?" Lucas voice was clear to hear, although he couldn't see him at all. Vince's hand, the one not currently squeezing at his chest, darted out and he grabbed Luke's uniform, bunching it up in his fist.

Every attempt to suck in air was fruitless as he continued to cough, blood singing in his ear. The coughs were so deep they turned into gags and Vince tried to swallow against the onslaught of nausea, but it was to no avail as he heaved on the grass.

Vomit rocketed up his throat and for a second he felt like he was drowning, the hand that was on Luke's uniform reaching in to grab more anything to help with the panic, but then his airways cleared and oxygen suddenly flooded his brain, making Vince twice as woozy as before.

He fell back, meeting sturdy arms and then green eyes were before his. Not Lucas', but Wendy's.

"Is he having a heart attack!?" Luke's voice filtered in, from behind him and Wendy shook her head, her hands planted on Vince's cheeks, fingers trailing down to his neck and pressing on his pulse.

"No, his heart is hammering away, but steady," her voice was firm, not panicked. Sweet. Doctor voice, none of his girlfriend there, "Vince, hey," she patted his cheek, "can you understand me? Don't try to speak, just nod."

He nodded, swallowing back down another gag when puke rushed up his throat, stomach churning now that the adrenaline was fading. He could tell they were surrounded, but his eyes were heavy, focused just on her.

"Is your chest hurting?"

He nodded again and Lucas let out a whimper behind him.

"He's having a heart attack," he diagnosed, grabbing Vince's arm, "where the fuck are the first responders?!"

"Lucas, stop," Wendy glared at him, "Vin, is this a sharp place like a stab?"

He shook his head and she opened a relieved smile, planting her hands on his chest, "like a pressure?"

He nodded, hearing Lucas say "what does this mean? Is this a heart attack?"

"He's not having a heart attack, Lucas!" Wendy snapped at him, then looked up, over her shoulder, "coach can you trade places with Luke-"

"I'm not going anywhere!" Lucas mouthed off, voice booming right next to his ear and Vince let out a groan, leaning forward on the grass, then gagging again.

"Shhh, breathe in, you're too worked up," Wendy was the picture of calm, rubbing his arm up and down, "through your nose, Vin."

He groaned, but obeyed and then leaned in, resting his forehead to her shoulder. Wendy nearly went back with his weight, but someone was right behind her.

It seemed like he had blinked and then the first responders were with them, although Vince knew that wasn't the case. It took exactly 6 minutes to get the ambulance from the hospital to the field. He didn't think he needed an ambulance, but Vince was too tired to argue anything and the oxygen mask pressed to his mouth and nose did feel incredible.

Wendy climbed in with him, being promptly squished to the side when Lucas mouthed off someone and sat right next to her. She rolled her eyes, leaning in and taking Vince's hand in hers, kissing his knuckles, "your boyfriend is such a worrywart, honey."

Vince opened a tired smile, he knew the teasing was for his benefit, no one else's. So he wouldn't panic.

"I'm fine," he mouthed, behind the mask and Lucas let out a scoff, while Wendy nodded.

"I know you are, but we're gonna get some x-rays just to make sure, okay?" she pushed his hair back, nails scratching his scalp and he closed his eyes, hearing as Lucas started to quickly whisper something with Wendy.

When he opened his eyes again, they had already moved him inside the hospital. Wendy was talking with a doctor, a couple feet away and Lucas was sat right next to him. He was still wearing the oxygen mask.

"You're awake!" Luke opened a bright smile. Vince tiredly gestured to the mask and his friend shook his head, "no, keep that in place. Your oxygen levels were dangerously low."

Vin let out a groan and Lucas rolled his eyes, "don't you dare say you're fine. They're gonna take you to x-ray now... Does something hurt?"

He shook his head no, before gesturing to his chest and throat and shaking his hand side to side.

"From one to ten, how much does it hurt?" Wendy asked, walking closer and Vince thought about it for a second, before raising four fingers.

She raised her eyebrows, "so an eight. Goddammit, Vince. Okay, I need your nonna's cross, honey."

He frowned at her, recoiling in the chair he was lying. Wendy sighed, "I'll keep it safe, I promise. I'll be there with you, so the cross will be there too, okay?"

Vince thought about it for a second, before nodding and leaning his head so his girlfriend could remove his necklace. She put it on, around her neck and opened a smile, patting it down, "see? All safe."

Then she turned to Lucas, "how about you go home and I'll call as soon as the results are out, Luke? He's probably not gonna stay overnight."

"And you intend on carrying him how?" Lucas scoffed, crossing his arms, "you and what army?"

Wendy cringed, "I'm not trying to get rid of you, I'm trying to help-"

"I'm not going anywhere," the other man said, voice cold like steel, "unless Vince asks me to go away, I'm not leaving."

Vince rolled his eyes, flicking Luke's ear. He grabbed the mask and pulled it off his face, causing both Wendy and Luke to let out a shout, "stop, both of you. Let him stay, he's right. You can't hold me up, Wendy."

It took all of him to rasp that out and Vince put the mask back in place, immediately coughing again and wiping the smug smile off of Luke's face.

It seemed like it took all night, with him wheezing at every step or order, but what in reality was only two hours before Wendy was allowed to bring him home.

"You're so grabby," Vin whispered, when Lucas helped him inside Wendy's apartment, with his girlfriend guiding the way and moving the furniture out of the way so the two men could pass. It was much easier to speak now that he was drugged up, his mouth, throat and chest feeling numb thanks to the painkillers put in the nebulizer.

"Shush it," Luke manhandled him to the bedroom, panting as he managed to get Vince sitting down, "you're so heavy, fucking hell. It's a miracle you haven't crushed Wendy in her sleep yet."

Wendy let out a giggle, climbing in the bed to fix the pillows and then she helped Luke lie him down against it, despite Vince saying "I can do it" over and over.

"I'm stopping by tomorrow with our class notes," Lucas said, lingering at the doorway of the bedroom, "and just text me if you need anything from the dorms, is on my way."

"It's not really," Vince rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh as he noticed his friend seemed unable to leave. He was sure that if Wendy let him, Luke was about to crawl in the bed with them like a toddler scared of the dark, "go home, Luke."

"You text me, then," Lucas ignored him, turning to Wendy, "anything you need."

"Actually," Wendy smiled, planting a kiss on top of Vince's curls, pulling them from the scrunchie he was still wearing, "can you sit with him for a minute? I just need to run to the kitchen, get some things sorted."

Vince opened an amused smile, she was so transparent. If Lucas noticed, he was shameless enough not to comment, as he perked up and nodded eagerly, sitting on the foot of the bed, "of course, take your time."

"Thanks Luke," Wendy squeezed his shoulder as she got up, winking at Vin on her way out. He was sure she was going to the balcony to smoke.

"C'mere," Vince whispered, gesturing for Lucas to move closer, "you're freaking me out. Calm down."

"I'm freaking you out? Your lips turned blue, you can't- Shut up forever okay? Just shut up," Luke scoffed, moving on the bed so he could sit closer, "if you people could stop dying on my watch, it'd be great."

Vince let out a snort, closing his eyes lazily, "it keeps you on your toes."

"I said shut up forever," Lucas repeated, flicking at his forehead and Vince slapped his hand away with a chuckle.

#mywriting #sickfic #chest infection #pneumonia #vince monacelli

[faofinn]

23. Coughing Fit

Fao hadn’t been back in England all that long, and he’d been sharing a room with Harrison for even less time. He was still mostly stuck in bed, still awaiting much more surgery in order to get him back on his feet, but they were doing what they could. Despite his best efforts, and the breathing exercises they gave him (which he even did, mostly), he’d picked up an infection. He knew the cough was good, knew it meant he was shifting the crap off of his chest as he should be, but it was absolutely killing him. Every cough, every deep breath was agony. The incision burned, it twisted, it stabbed. No matter what they did, how many painkillers they gave him, it never made it better. 

He’d been coughing all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, and every time he dozed off he’d been woken by the coughing or the pain. That, or Harrison would start, and that would wake him. It was to be expected, they were so close and often hugging or even dozing in bed together. It was no surprise they’d passed it to each other, much to the dismay of the nursing staff.

Exhausted, Fao sipped his water and tried to stop the cough that had been building, clearing his throat. It didn’t work, and now that he’d started he couldn’t stop. It wracked his body, his incision so painful it almost felt like his chest was being ripped apart, his ribs just agony. He tried everything to no avail, it was just so painful he wasn’t sure if he was going to cry or scream or both. He was exhausted with the effort of it, starting to taste the coppery tang of blood on his tongue. 

Harrison had just started drifting when Fao started coughing again. He groaned, pushing himself up on one arm. The change in position set him off coughing too, his initial plan to tell Fao off quickly going sideways. 

"Fuck me."

Fao groaned, trying to catch his breath and failing. The coughing had stopped, but the breathlessness hadn’t, and he looked over at Harrison, who was no better. 

“Jesus.”

Harrison took a moment to catch his breath, feeling like absolute death. He glared at Fao for good measure. "Can't believe you gave me this."

“Not my fault.” He rasped. 

He leaned against the back of the bed, his own ribs protesting and screaming. The pain from his shoulder was only getting worse with each cough, and he cou ld feel the muscles spasming with the effort. 

"You okay?"

He shook his head. “Hurts.”

"Join the club." He managed. "Buzzer?"

Fao grumbled, just as the coughing started again. It just made the incision pain worse, and he whimpered, feeling as though he was pulling the incision apart. 

As Fao started coughing again, Harrison's concern only grew. He knew how much pain he was in, and he'd not had his chest cracked. Guilt flared as he struggled for his buzzer, pressing it and hoping the nurse would be able to help. 

The nurse came in relatively quickly, all things considered. Fao had just about stopped coughing at that point, but was struggling to catch his breath still, and the sip of water he’d managed hadn’t helped. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, turning Harrison’s buzzer off.

"This infection." He grumbled, his voice croaky. "We need something for the pain, he needs his obs checked."

“I can get you something for the pain, but neither of you are due obs for another hour.”

"You need to check it."

She looked over at Fao, frowning. He really didn’t look well, pale with his chest heaving, doing his best to stay upright. 

“I’ll go and get the sister.” She said quickly. 

"Told you so." He muttered, falling back into the bed. 

The sister appeared quickly with an obs machine, and Fao didn’t even have the energy to argue. He had to fight to focus on what he was doing, unable to think of anything else. A shaky hand pressed against his incision, his eyes wide. “Pain.”

"We're getting you something for it, don't you worry." She said softly, connecting the obs machine. "We'll get you sorted."

He nodded, it becoming slightly easier to breathe. He hated it, it felt like he was never going to be able to catch his breath. 

"How are you feeling, aside from that?" She asked gently, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. 

“Can’t breathe.” He managed to get out. 

"You're okay." She hummed, reaching behind him. "Why don't we put some oxygen on, see if that helps, hmm?"

He nodded. It had to help, surely. He kept his hand pressed to his side, the pain making his head spin, not to mention the inability to catch his breath. There was a flare of panic, knowing if he passed out things would just get worse, and he tried to fight it. 

"That's it, just relax, okay? I know it's difficult. You're doing really well." She soothed. 

How the hell was he supposed to relax? He felt like he was dying, and all she could say to him was relax. He whimpered, things just getting harder and harder. He looked across the room at Harrison, desperate for some more reassurance. 

Of course Harrison couldn't be trusted to be left alone for five minutes. They'd been stupid enough to leave the crutches close enough for him to reach, so he did. He'd won the fight with the side of the bed and was halfway across when Fao looked to him, and he offered him an encouraging grin. 

“Hars.” He rasped, reaching out for him. 

The nurse turned, exasperated. "Harrison! You're supposed to be in bed."

Harrison gave as much of a shrug as he could, all but collapsing into the chair by Fao's bed. He stretched out to grab at Fao's hand, coughing himself. 

"I got you, Wolfie."

Having Harrison helped Fao to get a bit more control, forcing a slower, deeper breath the best he could. He squeezed his fingers, humming. His cough sounded just as bad, but they were together and that helped. 

"Just in an' out." He managed, squeezing Fao's hand back. "You're okay."

He whimpered, the fear still there despite the oxygen, though it was making it a little easier, stopped his head spinning a bit. 

"You're doing really well, Fao. Keep up with that breathing, yeah? It's hard, I know, but your sats have come back up, it's working well."

He nodded slowly, focusing on his breathing, trying to control it, forcing himself to exhale slowly. It was starting to work, though the cough threatened again, and he tried to clear his throat. 

"That's it, well done." The nurse praised gently. "Keep that up."

He nodded again, feeling useless. He just had to get his breath back, stop the damn cough, but every breath was agony, not just the incision across his ribs but his shoulder too, the muscles screaming at him as he tried desperately to gain control. 

The other nurse reappeared, medications in hand. "Right you two, I've got your pain relief." 

Harrison glanced up. "Fao first."

"Harrison! Again, really? You know you're not allowed to be up without anyone helping." She tutted at him, shaking her head as she headed to Fao's bed. "You'll end up hurting yourself."

Harrison shrugged. "Fao needed me."

Fao knew Harrison had been bad to get up, but he couldn’t complain because Hars really was a lifeline for him. He squeezed his hand again, offering him a weak smile as he continued trying to control his breathing. “Hurts.”

"Where's your cannula, Fao? There it is. Just got you something for the pain, yeah?" She said softly, flushing the cannula first.

He moved his arm slightly, so she could get at his cannula, nodding his consent. The flush was cold, but not awful, and the meds went in soon after. 

"Better?" Harrison asked, his worry clear on his face.

Fao nodded again. The meds were helping, both the coughing and the pain, and he could start to catch his breath again. He squeezed Harrison’s hand again, managing a smile. “Better.”

#sicktember 2023 #23. coughing fit #whump writing #whump prompt #faolan blackwood #harrison cunningham #fic #whump #coughing #short of breath #coughing fit #oxygen #chest infection #thoracotomy #incision #pain #painkillers #fao has a bad day as per #army #army hospital

[lelibug]

Just... Too Much.

BLOG | Just... Too Much. | delphinemusic Am Absolutely WRECKED... GAH - Beyond WRECKED - Taxed both physically and mentally - And Now I am PAYING. FOR. IT... SEVERELY & DEEPLY... #Fibromyalgia #ChronicPain #chronicillness #Dysphagia #PTSD #CPTSD

I Am Absolutely WRECKED… GAH – Beyond WRECKED – having been through TWO Exhausting and Taxing – both physically and mentally – incidences, within a span of a couple of days.   …. And Now I am PAYING. FOR. IT… SEVERELY & DEEPLY. Hyper-vigilance simply truly, absolutely Owns Me, Destroys Me & Controls Me far more than it has in a LONG Time before this current period…CPTSD already HAUNTED ME &…

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#Antibiotics #ASD #aspirating #autistic #chest infection #chronic illness #chronic pain #CPTSD #Depression #disability #Dysphagia #fibro #fibromyalgia #Pain #PTSD

[sp00kysk3lly]

I wish people would check their germ-crawling children before asking us to look after them!!!!!

Now I’m stuck with a cold, a chest infection, risk of ketones, blood sugars going high! All because you couldn’t be bothered to let your dad look after him, or better yet, your brother or sister!!!!

Yes, he is my nephew, but I have a weakened immune system and any germs that are put my way, I get.

So thanks a lot! Thanks a fucking bunch!

#mental health #mental health awareness #blog #all alone #i am sick #common cold #chest infection #sick of peoples kids #make sure your child has nothing wrong with them #I’m done #type one diabetic #immunocompromised #immune system #exocrine pancreatic insufficiency #diabetic retinopathy #diabetic nerve pain #chronic pain #fuck people #dumb cunts

[sulandra]

I’m sure I read somewhere that those with autism often also have less effective immune systems which makes sense for me - late September is here so I’ve started my annual battle with chest and throat infections, if it follows the normal schedule this will continue until March. I’ve done very little today apart from sit on the sofa, wheeze, and cough but my heart rate has gone so nuts with my chest infection that my Fitbit is convinced I’ve gone and done some heavy exercise. 🤷‍♀️

#chronic illness #chest infection #fitbit #autistic life

[popemartha]

That one time I was convinced that I had popcorn lung from a vape

#dontvape #saynotovaping #chest infection #popcornlungawareness #SoundCloud

[carucath]

Ugh chest infections SUCK. Have been ill since last Monday (and honestly felt pretty bad the day before but my cat was poorly so he took priority — he’s fine btw, just a dumbass)

Feel better than I did on Friday but still have a persistent cough. Wish I could take the week off work but capitalism :/ (I work from home at the very least so I’m not spreading it)

I really wanted to do #Drawtober2023 but somehow I don’t think that’s happening (I did the first few days but then got too ill — I hadn’t gotten around to posting them lol)

The dumbass in question (he ate some athlete’s foot cream):

#ramble #ill #chest infection

[caleb-is-existing]

I have a chest infection again and it sucks ass

#kay speaks #sickness #chest infection

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Sickness and Sprains (+ asthma)

Pairings: Reader x Weems (platonic)

Word count: 3K

Summary: You're sick and it triggers your asthma badly which leads to getting injured as well. Weems helps you out.

TW: Asthma attack, injuries, sprains, swelling, general sickness stuff

A/n more of me projecting in my fics, (i hate my asthma but it did get me out of sport in high school so that was great)

Being sick was miserable. But it was even more so while you tried to pretend nothing was wrong. Going to all your classes despite the ache in your bones. The tightness in your chest that begged for a hit of your asthma puffer. But you couldn’t. You left it in your dorm and there had been no time between classes to go back and get it. Damn did you feel some massive amount of regret about that.

Your asthma was always at its worst when you were sick and this chest infection that had made a home under the lapels of your nevermore blazer was certainly giving your lungs a run for their money. Each breath ended in a small wheeze, and you were stifling coughs as your felt the ragged and shaky intake of air in your lungs with each breath. You were only half paying attention to the botany teacher who was stood at the front of the room lecturing. You were merely pretending to take notes yet the page in-front of you was as blank as the glassy look in your eyes.

You were exhausted. Waking up in the night coughing and hitting the puffer just to fall back into a restless sleep. You were pretty sure based off the heat you could feel cooking you from the inside out that you had a fever. But you would be damned to do anything about it. Asking for help was simply not in your nature.

You absent-mindedly fiddled with the cap of your pen still staring out the huge glass windows. You must have not been paying attention or time slipped away from you because the next second you were dismissed from class. You stood righting yourself as you swayed slightly, and Enid shot you and odd look, but you turned on your heel and left before she could say anything.

Walking through the hall was hard enough on a good day with the amount of people. But when it hurt to breathe sitting down, being suffocated in a hallway while walking seemed a very real possibility. In a dazed state you kept knocking into people slightly muttering a brief apology and going back to trying to stay upright.

After a moment of walking with your eyes trained on the floor you ran straight into someone. Before you could see who, it was you felt yourself fall backwards and your wrist connected with the wall behind you. And good god did it hurt. Pain flared down your arm as you felt hands on your elbow to stabilise you from falling all the way to the floor. What little air you had managed to keep inside you very unhappy lungs was knocked from your chest leaving you wheezing something awful. You felt strong arms wrap around you as the slight vertigo of the fever made interpreting what was going on rather hard.

You rested your head on the nearest thing and after a minute registered based on the rhythmic movements that someone was carrying you. You wheezed deeply and rested your head against the persons chest. Trusting them seemed like your only option right now. It took a minute for you to realise your bag was over one of their shoulders and another minute to register who the person was. Your cheeks flushed slightly. Principle weems was carrying you bridal style through the halls. Luckily the rest of the students had gone to class, but it was just your luck you had managed to collide with the one person in the school with all the power.

Blinking you still felt the harsh ragged wheezing ratting your lungs and you tensed in her arms coughing into the crook of your elbow. Pain shot through your chest sharply before numbing back to the dull ache of a chest infection asthma attack hybrid you were growing to know quite well. After another minute your breathing was getting worse, the wheezing was sharper, and it felt as if someone was stabbing you between the ribs. Mouthfuls of air seemed to have less and less of what you needed in them, and it seemed like it just wouldn’t stay inside your lungs.

Your wrist was still burning and in your fevered haze you hoped someone would bring you your asthma puffer.

You felt your body being gently set down on something soft. The couch in weems office. You rested your head on a pillow and watched her blurry form retreat. You make a noise of protest not wanting to die alone and you watched her lips move but heard no words. After a moment you shut your eyes trying to control the breathing. Your right arm cradled your left wrist and slowly the sound came back to the world. The crackling of the fire was what you heard first before you could hear and make out what weems was saying.

“That’s it Y/n deep breaths. Nice and slow. I’ve almost found it. You're doing such a good job darling.” You could hear her rummaging in the desk drawer of her office before she made a noise of success and moved back to your side. You felt her lithe fingers gently hold the back of your head as she pressed a puffer to your lips. She was still speaking.

“Now take a deep breath in.” She said exaggerating her own breathing.

“And out.” She said. “And in.” This time when you drew a breath she pressed down on the puffer and the medicine shot into your lungs.

“Hold.” She said and waited for a bit before gesturing for you to breathe. This time you were simply panting, the wheeze almost gone. Weems lent forward and brushed a stray curl from your eyes.

“There she is.” She said and you managed a weak smile. “Do you need another round with it?” She asked holding up the small blue device. You shook your head, and she patted your thigh before setting the puffer down next to the couch.

“Im going to go and get a first aid kit, some ice and a thermometer. Stay here for me, ok?” She said and you nodded again.

Your head still swimming slightly you stayed seated. After what felt like not enough time she returned with the things. She gently placed an ice pack wrapped in a cloth over your wrist and at first you hissed at the cold contact on the sore skin but sighed after a moment. It helped dull the pain slightly.

“Alright sweet girl. Can you open your mouth for me. I’d like to take your temperature. You felt a bit too warm for my liking when i had you in my arms.” She said pressing a thermometer to your lips. You parted them and she placed the stick inside. “Under your tongue.” She said and shut your jaw with a finger on the underside of your chin.

“Now. I know that wasn’t a regular old asthma attack. I have seen many of those in my years teaching and not many have managed to scare me quite as much as that one did. A+ for effort but next time let's try to keep breathing. It's quite important believe it or not.” She chucked. She placed a hand on your knee and looked into your eyes. “Whats going on darling? It’s not like you to not watch where you're going now is it?” She said and you looked absolute miserable. All the exhaustion of keeping up the pretence was ebbing, and you were left with nothing but pure exhaustion.

“‘M sick.” You muttered around the thermometer and weems clucked her tongue and the stick beeped. She gently removed it from your mouth and looked mildly surprised by the number displayed.

“101.9 far too high.” She said disapprovingly. “Here take these.” She said and handed you two small white tablets and a glass of water. You complied and only winced slightly as the water stung the sensitive flesh of your throat which had been irritated by the coughing. Weems began to gently lift the ice pack off your wrist to inspect the swelling and gently press on parts of it. Apologising profusely when you would wince or suck a sharp breath.

“Do you have any idea whats wrong darling?” She asked and you nodded wearily.

“Chest infection.” You said.

“Have you seen the nurse?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“No time. Busy.”

“Darling there is always time for your health. Studies come second.” She said patting your knee. Gently she replaced the ice on your wrist. “Im almost certain it's not broken darling, but it is badly sprained. You’ll need to keep icing it over the next few days. I’ll excuse you from classes for the day provided you stay nearby, preferably in my office so i can keep an eye on you. The nurse is not here today she called in sick.” Weems said frowning. “Have you eaten today?” She asked. And you nodded.

“What have you had darling?” She asked skeptically.

“Just some jam and toast and some juice.” You replied. She frowned.

“Is your throat sore at all?”

“Just from the coughing.”

“I’ll bring you some cool water to sooth your throat and if you feel up to it, please help yourself to some biscuits. I’ll have the cook send someone up with some broth for lunch later.” She said standing and brushing invisible lint from her skirt. You nodded feeling exhausted.

“Sleep if you need. Im here if you require anything.” She said once she had returned with the water. You took a tentative sip relaxing a sigh as it soothed your throat. It wasn’t long before your eyes began to close, and you felt the glass being pried from your fingers. You didn’t fight her on it, simply succumbing to sleep.

Weems returned to her desk, typing on her laptop and sending off some important emails. She paused every once in a while, to gauge the wheezing as you slept, to give her an indication of if you required anything.

It was about two hours later you woke up feeling cold. You whined softly unsure of where you were. You heard a chair move and saw the face of Principle weems couching beside you. You grinned lopsided.

“Oh dear.” She said looking at your flushed cheeks and slightly damp curls. She placed a gentle hand to your cheek before moving it to your forehead and humming in disapproval.

“I fear your fever had risen.” She said fetching a thermometer and shooting you a worried glance as you giggled deliriously.

“Darling, under your tongue.” She said popping it into your mouth.

You smiled a goofy smile and did as you were asked. You both sat looking at each other until it beeped. Weems seemed to be looking for anything further that was ailing you but only found the constant wheeze of your breathing and sweat soaked form looking slightly parched.

Once she removed the thermometer she frowned again.

“W’s wrong?” You slurred.

“102.7 we need to get that down.” She said and gently passed you some more meds and a water. You took them gratefully and she left for a moment before returning with a small basin and a washcloth. You watched curiously as she dipped the rag into the water before wringing it out and gently wiping the sweat that had beaded on your face.

With careful and precise movements, she wiped down your cheeks and forehead. Once she had finished her ministrations, she dipped it once more and wrong it out before gently placing it on your forehead where she left it to rest. You hummed in content at the cool feeling on your face and weems left for a moment to bring you the broth she had kept warm on a silver tray.

“Isnt sil’r li’e bad for the wolves?” You asked still loopy and gesticulating wildly. Weems raised an eyebrow.

“It's not real silver darling.” She said and placed the tray on your lap, adjusting the pillows and cloth so you were sat more upright. Your hands shook making it very hard to get any of the soup into your mouth. Weems placed a soft hand over yours.

“Let me.” She said and slowly began to spoon feed you the soup. Between mouthfuls you gave a small pout which weems had to fight not to smile or roll her eyes at. Once the soup was all gone, she placed the tray back on the coffee table and adjusted you once more.

“Rest now. Your body needs it.” She said brushing the hair from your eyes with her fingers and once more adjusting the crooked washcloth.

Your eyes seemed to close on their own as you drifted off once more still glassy eyed and mildly confused. You felt a hand rubbing your arm gently until you were fully under the guise of sleep.

The next time you woke it was dark and your body felt stiff. Wriggling more upright you stretched reviling in the relived tightness of your muscles. You heard the click of stilettos and weems appeared once more.

“How are you feeling?” She asked pressing her hand to your cheek. “Your fever has gone down.” She noted and you nodded blearily.

“I feel better.” You said punctuating with a cough. She looked at you and raised a brow.

“I need more than that from you Ms L/n.” She said and you blinked.

“My throat doesn’t hurt as much but my chest still aches. It feels tight and it rattles when i breathe. It's not as unbearably hot in here as before so I guess thats good.” You said softly. Weems nodded.

“Yes. I suppose it is.” She said and tapped your cheek. “Open.” She said and slipped the thermometer under your tongue.

The two of you sat in a comfortable but slightly stiff silence waiting for the beep. When it did you knew the routine now well enough to let weems remove the stick from your mouth herself. She hummed a seemingly happy hum.

“100.2 it has gone down.” She noted and gave you and approving nod. You beamed and let out another small cough. She frowned. “Time for more meds.” She noted and handed you some more pills. You took them unassisted this time and weems handed you the puffer.

“Don’t think i didn’t notice your breathing being shallower. One hit, is all i ask.” She said watching closely as you administer the medicine into your lungs and sighed after, your airway feeling less tight and chest feeling more open.

“Good.” She said plucking the blue device from your open palm and placing back on the coffee table. She peeled the rag from your forehead and patted your arm.

“Let’s take a peek at your wrist.” She said and gently removed the ice she had been periodically placing there whilst you slept.

Your arm was resting on a pillow to elevate it and she gently examined it with soft pressure applied by her thumbs and fingers to gauge the swelling and pain. Once more she apologised when reaching any tender areas before giving a nod and replacing the ice.

“It's very much still swollen but I believe it will be ok. I'd like you to wear a sling and wrist brace to restrict movement and rest it until i deem fit.” She said and noted the bruise that was forming there. “Now, other than that are we feeling much the same?” She asked and you nodded. She hummed and stood.

“I’ve some work to attend to but need anything and I’ll be just over there.” She said pointing to her desk. You nodded and began to doze lightly as her heels returned to her desk. Not even meaning to you fell asleep to the sound of her keys typing.

It was safe to say weems was quite the nurse. When you woke the next day, you felt miles better than before and stood making your way to the bathroom. Once you had finished you made your way back to the lounge.

“What are you doing?” As voice said startling you and you felt, and arm wrap around yours to stabilise you.

“N-nothing i needed the bathroom.” You said and weems hummed and gently led you back to your makeshift bed.

“Let’s take your vitals and see what we’re dealing with today.” She said and gently deposited you back where you had been for the past 24 hours.

She took your temperature, pleased your fever had broken in the night. She examined your wrist and listened to your breathing, satisfied it had less of a wheeze than the day before. After this she stood and walked over to her desk, you watched her curiously. After a moment she found whatever, she was looking for and retuned to your side. She crouched in front of you and gently took your injured wrist. She guided it into the brace she had procured from her desk and explained how she had found one from the nurse's station earlier that morning. After adjusting it and making sure it was correctly applied to restrict movement she told you to rest some more, and you did.

Over the next few hours your improved greatly before weems dubbed you fit to do slightly more strenuous activity’s. She had Enid bring you the classwork you missed and the two of you worked side by side for the afternoon, weems typing away on her computer and you studying whatever classes you had been taking. After a while you paused spinning your pen between your fingers.

“Principle weems?” You asked and she looked up pausing.

“Yes dear?” She said.

“Thank you.” You said and she smiled.

“Anytime darling.”

MASTERLIST

#weems #Princple weems #Larrissa weems #weems comfort #comfort #hurt/comfort #sicfic #sick r #sick reader #platonic #weems x r #weems x reader #student reader #nevermore reader #outcast reader #asthma #reader has asthma #chest infection #reader has a chest infection #sick comfort #whump #fluff #no angst #fever #reader has a fever #enid Sinclair #wednesday addams #sick #illness #injury

[harryssanc]

So, welcome back to another installment of the shitshow that's become my life

I can't remember if I posted about getting the flu about a month ago on here and how detrimental getting it can be to people like me and for the love of anything get vaccinated. I got a flu vaccine and I've still had complications after getting sick with flu

When you get vaccinated you are less likely to pass on the cirus to other more vulnerable people.

The flu wasn't even that bad but when I was starting to recover from it, I came down with bronchitis which in turn caused me to have a few asthma attacks. Now this weeks instalment includes chest pain and not one, but two hospital visits over the weekend. Last Thursday the pain started and I just waited for itto stop as I've had similar pain over the time I've had bronchitis that usually only lasted a few hours. But this time it was here to stay

On friday I thought the pain was gone but then Saturday it became so bad I thought I would collapse when doing some light christmas shopping, I made it home and immidiately went on NHS 111 to see what I should do and they suggested to book to go to A&E so I do that. When I reach hspital I'm diverted to Urgen treatment wherein I wait 7 hours just to be given strong painkillers. Not what I wanted or needed but atleast they checked I wasn't having a heart attack. The next night the pain becomes so intense I couldn't take a breath without severe pain. I called 999, the paramedica take me to hospital after administering aspirin and an spray that widens the arteries. I wait 8 hours in A&E until about 3am and nothing comes up on the blood tests but atleasts my pain had lessened after the treatment from the paramedics.

I cannot breathe deeply, move my arm or yawn without the pain, the painkillers help.

#pain #severe pain #chest pain #flu #bronchitis #chest infection #hospital #mysterious pain #chronic illness #immunity #flu vaccine #flu complications #illness #illness awareness #please get vaccinated

[faofinn]

Day 9 - Oxygen

@mediwhumpmay

Fao’s chest had been bothering him. It definitely wasn’t right, as much as he tried to ignore it. Some virus or another had been floating round as always, the kids bringing god knows what home from school. He’d been suffering with it, the way he always did, but he was trying to push through. He didn’t particularly have a choice, he had to work. At least he wasn’t as busy as he had been in the past. Working up to clinical lead, he’d been doing more admin and taking more responsibilities that way, which meant more time at his desk. That was no bad thing, especially when he felt like shite. 

That didn’t mean he was purely non clinical, and today he’d been picking up the slack of an understaffed service. He’d rushed down the stairs to ED, called down for a consult, and his breath caught in his chest to the point he had to pause at the nurse’s station, trying to ignore the wheeze. 

The cough wasn’t great either, and Fao winced when it started, knowing just how bad he sounded. It didn’t last long, and he paused to push some hair from his face, still leaning against the nurse’s station for a moment longer to pull himself together. 

"Wolfie. Fucking finally." Harrison rounded the corner, shaking his head at Fao. "We paged you lot ages ago."

Fao cleared his throat, huffing at Harrison. “Understaffed.” He said gruffly. “Who am I seeing?”

Harrison narrowed his eyes. "How long have you been sick?"

He rolled his eyes. “I’m fine.”

"You're not. Jamie? Which room is free at the moment?"

“Oh, don’t start, you know what my chest is like.” He said, but didn’t move. “Which patient am I seeing?”

"Yeah, fuck that. Call gensurg again for me? I'm gonna take Fao down to 6." Harrison ignored Fao. 

“Good luck trying to get someone else.” Fao said, but his voice cracked and the coughing started again, undermining him. He could feel the wheeze in his chest, the tightness across his ribs and the lingering pain under his sternum. The coughing itself made him feel dizzy, and he pressed his lips together. 

"Yeah, no.  You're not alright." Harrison moved to support Fao, his arm wrapped around the other man. "Come on, before you end up collapsing."

Fao groaned, leaning into Harrison as the room lurched and his legs gave out from under him. 

"You fucker." Harrison swore, shifting to pick Fao up. "Someone get the doors, please! We're going to resus."

People made space for them, concerned muttering as the resus doors were opened. Jamie, who had appeared not long after Hars originally called for him, found an empty bay, calling the doctor into it. 

"Right then, we all know Fao. Just collapsed, shortness of breath, multiple previous spontaneous pneumos. He decompensates very quickly. I need full obs on him please, and if someone can get the X-ray, that would be great." Harrison called to their team, moving to listen to Fao's chest.

Fao came round quickly, batting at Harrison’s hands on him. “Piss off.” He grumbled. 

"Yeah, lovely. How long has your chest been fucked?"

“Since I was 17?” He tried, but the cough that followed didn’t help him out. 

"Faolan. Don't be a dickhead."

“Ooh, full name.” He teased weakly. “I’ve had some shitty cold since last week an’ I can’t shift the cough.”

"How long have you been wheezing for? Bringing anything up?"

“Last few days? Mostly dry.” 

"Have you bothered to take your inhaler?"

Fao shot him a look. “You have to ask?”

"If Sheila doesn't kill you, I'm going to."

He rolled his eyes, turning to cough. “It’s fine, ’m fine.”

One of the nurses huffed. “Fao, can you stop fidgeting so we can get some obs? Please?”

“I’m fine, honestly. All a fuss about nothing.” He protested. 

Harrison could have smacked him. He returned to Fao's side, face like thunder. "Fao, I swear to god. When you collapse on me again, you lose the right to complain. Lie still and let us do what we have to do. You look like shit, the obs we've got have been shit, and let me guess, you feel like shit."

“I jus’ went a little faint, it happens.” He protested. “I’ll be fine.”

He glared at him. "So your sats are supposed to be in the eighties?"

Fao hesitated. “Eighties?”

"You're sitting 89."

“Oh. Deep breaths, then.”

"And oxygen. You need some nebs."

“It’s probably jus’ postural, let me sit up and I’ll be better.”

Harrison didn't bother replying, but let the nurse by his bed adjust Fao to sit up. "Can someone get me five of salbutamol and five hundred ipratropium? We'll get a litre of normal saline running, start him on a broad spectrum abx, when we get bloods back, they can change it. Have we got the ecg done? Ah, brill."

He took a moment to read over Fao's strip. "You got any chest pain? Any palpitations? How have they been the past few days?"

Fao went to answer, but quickly changed his mind as he saw Harrison’s face. "It's been a bit tight but it’s not been awful. Nothing close to what it used to be. Thought it was just the infection. Is it that bad?"

"It doesn't look like you're having a heart attack or anything, but you've got a few runs of AF I'm not too happy with." He admitted. "Nothing I'm going to run off to cardio with you for, but enough that I want you to stay on monitoring for a little bit. Chances are, it's just the infection. We'll get that sorted, and you'll be better."

Fao nodded. “I hope I’m not having a fucking heart attack.” He grumbled. “I’ve really not felt that awful, I swear.” If Harrison was worried about his ECG, then maybe things were serious. Ely was going to kill him. 

"Can we get some IV hydrocortisone too? And a gram of IVP, help with this pain, settle the temp too, hopefully." Harrison called to his team, taking stock of his observations again. He listened to Fao's chest again, and nodded. There was a slight improvement to the wheeze, but it only highlighted the crackles. God knows how long he’d had this infection brewing.

Happy things were moving in the right direction, and that the staff were sorting the things he'd requested, he pulled the chair closer to Fao's side. "Hey, sorry for being a bit pushy."

"A bit?" He managed a laugh. “Try a lot.”

"Don't be an arse." Harrison said, reaching for Fao’s hand and giving it a squeeze. "You really aren't very well at the minute. I bet this has been going on for longer than you're gonna admit, but it's gonna get sorted. 

"I know you know the medical side of things more than most of my patients, but sometimes that makes it harder for you, too." He sighed. "Right now? I think you've got a pretty nasty infection that's more than likely this cough you've got going on. Your lactate is pretty high right now, obviously your oxygen is a fair bit lower than we want, and your heart rate is fast. Part of the rate will be the nebs we're slamming into you, but at the same time, I think you're septic. 

"We're gonna keep you here, try get this wheeze sorted first and then send you down to x-ray. You've got good air entry, I'm not too worried that you've got a pneumo or anything, but with your history, I want to be safe. We'll try and get your pain under a bit more control, get you more comfortable, but I need you to tell me. We're not mind readers, although I can tell when you're bullshitting me." He squeezed his hand again. "Is there anything you want from me? Anything you want me to do? Do you want me to call Ely? Sheila?"

“Sorry, septic?” He asked, taking a moment to take in all Harrison had told him. He felt bad, sure, but he’d been convinced it was nothing more that a chest infection he was struggling to shift, a bit of a wheeze that would go in time, a nice hangover from all of his history. He’d not been expecting Harrison to be that worried. He definitely felt crap, and Hars was right, the nebs weren’t helping his heart rate to feel any better. “It doesn’t feel like a pneumo, it just feels shitty.” He admitted. “You should call both of them. I’m not going to be able to escape without an admission, am I? Have you sorted another gensurg consult for that patient of yours? I think the bleep is still in my pocket.”

"The other patient is doing a lot better than you currently are. I'll be honest, right now, I'm doing my best to keep you from HDU." He sighed,  breaking from his doctor mode. "You've really not been well, Fao. Why didn't you tell someone? You've been running after the kids like a maniac, too. They'd have got someone in to cover you, take some of the pressure off. You need to put yourself first, or at least higher up on the chain."

“You can piss off with HDU.” He told him, digging in his pockets for the hard plastic of his bleep, which he shoved at Hars. “I honestly don’t have time to be ill. I took a couple of days off last week when I felt rotten, got some rest, but then I needed to come back in. I’ve not been sniffly, just the cough, and I can manage that. Not smoked in a week. The kids have so much on, and unsurprisingly they’ve not been well either. Been doing more non clinical hours, but we’re a surgeon down today and I had no other choice.”

"Well excuse me for giving a shit about you." He retorted. "You're my best friend, I need you to be okay."

“I’ll be fine. Supposed to be picking the kids up, though.”

"Tai's off today, he'll pick them up."

“Thanks. Ely’s on nights and she can’t get them picked up and sorted before she needs to come in.” He mumbled. “Sorry I fainted on you.”

"They can come have a sleepover. It's not a problem." He dropped his gaze. "I really can't lose you, Fao. I need you, and that means you need to put yourself first."

Fao cleared his throat, pushing at Hars gently. “Shush. You’re not getting rid of me.”

"I'm not that shit of a cons."

“Oh, course not.”

Harrison smiled. "How's everything feeling now?"

“Bit better.” He admitted. 

"Can I have a listen?"

Fao nodded. “Mm, go on.”

"Thanks." He hummed, standing with a groan. He listened to Fao's chest again, taking a moment. "Good news or bad news?"

Once Harrison had finished, Fao shuffled to get comfortable again. “Bad first.”

"The infection sounds like shit."

“And the good news?” He tried, looking hopeful.

"Your wheeze has pretty much gone, you've got really good air entry - especially for your chest, I'm surprised. And your blood pressure is doing a lot better."

Fao grinned. “So no HDU?”

"We'll move you to monitoring in a bit, too. I want to keep an eye on your lactate, but it’s looking hopeful."

“Good.” He said, and after a minute. “Thank you.”

"You're welcome." Harrison returned his grin. "Even if you do make my life difficult."

“I know it’s clinically a bad picture…” He murmured. “But I’ve felt worse than this.”

"That's not something to be proud of."

“No, it’s… I honestly didn’t think it was this bad. Almost felt worse wit’ the cold?”

"I know, it's okay."

“Didn’t know the AF was bad.”

"I've seen it worse. It's probably just because of the infection, the nebs, all of that. They're not long runs, and they're not super fast, nowhere near where they have been."

Fao nodded. “Haven’t really noticed it, an’ I usually do. Haven’t been bothered for ages, cardio told me to piss off.”

"Course they did." He rolled his eyes. "Honestly, I'm not surprised you didn't. Your body was busy compensating for everything else."

He nodded again. “Yeah. Sorry. Is Finn in?”

"Should be soon. Sheila should be dropping him off, actually." He grinned. "Rock, paper, scissors for who has to call her?"

“You can. I can’t possibly. Too ill.” He said, gesturing at himself. 

"Dickhead. I'm glad you're feeling better."

He coughed, but he was grinning. “Had a good doctor.”

"I'll take the compliment. Let me go ring Sheila first, and then I'll catch Ely up, yeah?"

“Tell them both I’m fine, yeah?”

"I will."

“Hug?” He asked, trying his luck. 

"Yeah, come here." He leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before giving him a gentle squeeze. 

Awkwardly Fao lifted his arms to wrap them around Hars. “Thank you.”

"I'm always gonna be here for you."

“Here to kick my ass, more like.”

"Sometimes you need that, too."

#mediwhumpmay #mediwhumpmayday9 #mediwhumpmay2023 #oxygen #chest infection #sepsis #oc #fic #faolan blackwood #harrison cunningham #whump writing #whump prompts #fao ignoring his health as per #hars doesn't take his bullshit #which is just as well #bc someone has to tell him off #collapse #faint #unwell

[lelibug]

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[sulandra]

Well we’re not doing so bad in the chest infection stakes compared to last year, I’m only on chest infection number 2 since September- maybe the fresh country air is doing me some good! In the meantime my heart-rate keeps racing and my Fitbit is convinced I’ve been for a run while sitting on the sofa.

#chronic health tag #chest infection #chronic illness

[pettyprocrastination]

whoever this beloved anon was I am so touched by your kindness! You definitely didn’t have to do this but I am so happy you enjoy this idea and I will happily expand upon it for you!

this is just a collection of word vomit bullet points for the time being but I will happily answer any and all questions about this pair!!

warnings: violence, angst, child death (Sarah Miller), foul language, the same warnings that apply to tlou, reader is Sarah's mom and described as having similar features to her. 

So the general Idea is that you and Joel are happily married before the outbreak. 

You had been Sarah's mother, his high school sweetheart he got pregnant when neither of you were old enough to have any reaction to the pregnancy test other than a fucking panic attack in one another’s arms. but you made it work 

you both worked but made time for one another and your sweet girl, going to museums every other weekend and joel insisting on swooping you off for a date every now and then 

nothing special. He knows you’re more of a diner gal than anything too fancy that makes you both feel out of place. 

On his birthday in 2003, you had planned to tell him that you were pregnant again. But the memories of your own fears of motherhood from all those years ago begin to swirl through your head again and you get cold feel. deciding to tell him the morning after

it is his birthday afterall, you want to focus on him. 

but when you’re woken up in the middle of the night because tommy needs to get bailed out, Joel kisses you sweetly one last time before promising he’ll be back and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is happening. 

its you that shakes sarah awake that night. shouting at her to put on her shoes when she’s still rubbing the sleep from her eyes because you’ve been listening to the radio for the past two hours, calling joel again and again and again praying for him to fucking pick up but to no avail. 

Sarah, bless your little girl’s bleeding heart is the one who insists you check on the adler’s against your better suspicions and when you find the eldest looming over her daughter, blood and sinew dripping from her mouth, you grab your daughter hand and burst into a full sprint until something slams into your back and sends you tumbling onto their front lawn

its how joel finds you, struggling to keep the once sweet old woman, whose now nothing more than dead eyes and gnashing teeth straining to snap at your pulse point as you push against her while sarah shrieks before your husband runs forward and cracks her skull with a wrench. 

there’s hardly a moment of pause, just enough for him to pull you up and into his arms before he’s ushering you both into the car with an urgency. 

when the truck crashes, you get separated from them. Perhaps at Tommy’s side when the flames rise and create a wall, separating you from your husband, or maybe pulled into the mob of chaos when trying to escape from those already infected-

all joel knows is that you promise you’ll find him: just get sarah to safety and you’ll meet him at the river

Poor thing is already so frightened, held in her father’s arms with tears streaming down her face insisting they can’t leave you they just can’t but her father kisses her forehead and reassures her its going to be okay 

“we just need to be brave, okay babygirl? Your mama’s real tough, she’s gonna be alright.” 

he isn’t sure if he’s saying it to his daughter or himself. 

but when he comes to the river you aren’t there. Only a soldier who points a gun at the scared little girl in his arms and then he loses everything

its when the light is gone from his daughter’s eyes that he realizes. His voice cracked and raw from sobbing that he looks around to see his brother with drawn in shoulders and tears in his eyes but his wife is nowhere to be found. 

Tommy says you got lost in the chaos. Everything was so loud, so sudden that he turned around and suddenly you weren’t there. 

Joel wants to go back but its Tommy that stops him, that dulls the red in his vision to a sad faded pink because his brother points at the orange horizon not too far from them, so much of the city is already in flames. 

“We’re gonna find her, but not there.” 

So Joel searches. for the first year spent in the world post-outbreak its all he did. 

He became a smuggler because of it. 

Information came at a price and he needed to be able to fucking pay it, whether it be in blood or ration cards. He was willing to do anything to find you or any thin thread that lead your way. 

But it’s Tommy that asks him to give up. Not in those words of course. 

The youngest Miller knows better than to say something so cruel that would make his brother, the only person he has in this world turn on him. 

But his voice is worried when he asks him one night in Boston when he hasn’t even had the chance to wash the blood from his knuckles 

“You think she would have wanted this for you?” 

the fight that followed his words was brutal. Vicious insults and scarred fists slamming against each brother until they're both too tired and bloody to continue. Each leaning against a wall for support and Tommy’s wavering voice breaking the silence. 

“I don’t know where she is, Joel. But I do know you're gonna get yourself killed if you keep lookin’ for her.” 

All he can do is nod. 

It’s a few days later when he meets Tess. Who has heard plenty of stories about the elder miller’s brutality and wants him to put that muscle to good use for some extra profit. 

It begins his new life. One that empty and cold but one he can live. 

Until of course, Ellie comes along. The sweet and incredibly opinionated girl that makes him become something akin to the man he thought died twenty years ago. 

its when he’s traveling with Ellie, that it happens. When a warm familiarity has settled between the two because so much blood and pain has been shared he can’t help but see her as something close, something bright even though all he can force himself to utter in her reference is “cargo” 

when theyre traveling through the woods as Ellie chatters away, probing his memory about a movie that may or may not have existed thirty years ago because her descriptions of the plot are incredibly odd he hears a voice shout for them to stop and finds himself staring at a man- no, a boy- pointing a gun at them. 

Ellie stills, but Joel can see enough to know that from the lanky figure and dimpled face that he’s young. Maybe twenty, twenty-two at the oldest, but his eyes dart from Joel to Ellie with a pinprick of fear that allows Joel the time to charge forward and slam him to the ground before wrestling the gun from his hands. 

He has enough to time to tuck it under the stranger’s chin before he hears the sound of the safety being turned off and finds himself looking up and seeing a gun just inches from his face. 

Joel’s head whips around when Ellie’s voice calls out his name in fear, he turns to see another stranger holding her a gun point, shoulders drawn back and a shadow cast over their face by the had obstructing their identity. 

“You hurt one of mine, I hurt one of yours. That a fair deal?” 

Its takes him a moment to recognize you. It’s been so long since he’s heard your voice, the sweet tease when you would poke at him each time he woke up late despite the fact that you reminded him to set his alarm the night before, the times you’d chide him with a harsh “Joel Miller!” whispered in public anytime he was able to grab you a bit too passionately to be appropriate in public but the laughter in your voice let him know you were never truly mad at him. You didn’t know how to be. 

But that sweetness is buried under a cold rasp that cuts through the air as you point a rifle at the scared little girl in front of you.

“You think I won’t?” You’re older now, skin covered in scars from a life he didn’t know you got the chance to live and your eyes are cold as they regard your husband. “Put the gun down and get the fuck off of him, I won’t repeat myself.” 

Joel mumbles your name in awe. The woman he loved, the woman he mourned the one he fought so hard to find stands before him like some sort of hallucination and suddenly the world feels like its spinning until you bark orders at him again. 

“You’ve got five seconds Joel, make a fucking choice before I make it for you.” 

He looks down and realizes the boy under him, the one with the bleeding nose and snarling face has your eyes and his dimples. 

“One.” 

The one above him has Sarah’s hair. Soft brown curls that shine under the sun. 

“Two”

Wait. No, they both do.

“Three.” 

Twins. Jesus fucking Christ you had twins. 

“Four.” 

Joel holds the rifle up above his head and the one boy standing snatches it from his grasp, tossing it to the ground and kicking it far from his reach. He slowly stands, allowing your son- dear god your son- to scramble to his feet. 

Your voice softens just for a moment. “You okay, Duke?” 

Blood stains the bottom half of his face from where Joel slammed his fist into the boy’s nose just moments before, but he nods nonetheless. 

Now, they both stand on one side of you and he can see the resemblance clear as day the same way he would whenever Sarah was by your side.

When you order him to hand over his bag, he does so without question before telling Ellie to do the same. 

She watches him with wide eyes, her hands still up in the air but gaping at her companion as if he had grown a second head. 

“Joel!” “Just do it, alright?”

He doesn’t miss the way you watch their interaction with narrowed eyes until she tosses her bag to you and you slowly lower your gun. 

“Now, you want to tell me what the fuck you think you’re doin’ at my home?” 

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #i had an idea of something similar for tommy but on outbreak night he uh. abandons you instead of getting separated from you #because. angst :D #people say nice things #this was incredibly generous of you anon thank you so so much! #i may get myself a little starbucks drink this week now because I havent had starbucks since like january 1st lol #joel reeling from taking in all this information and also realizing he suckerpunched HIS OWN KID #id like to apologize for all the grammatical issues with this. this is just a bulletpoint word vomit to get my thoughts on the page before- #-beginning the actual fic. also I have to do a midterm tonight and this is my treat to myself hehe #but yes. joel getting separated from his wife on outbreak night and having to accept that shes probably dead #meanwhile youve lived this entire life without him because you think HES dead ad raising your boys all on your own #which just- further digs into his insecurities about failing in his role as a protector #he couldn't save sarah. he can't save ellie and he couldn't even save you #he thinks about you pregnant and alone. fending for yourself in a world full of infected and raiders and his chest grows tight again #this is all followed by Ellie going >:O 'you KNOW THIS PSYCHO?'and then joel immediately snapping at her to WATCH HER MOUTH #because that kid has no filter and he has to explain that youre his wife #anyways joels wife is a badass mfer who also maybe has a little garden and some chickens that you and your boys take care of <3 yeah . #reunion tag #ill be using that for this specific couple because I dont have a fic title yet but if anybody has suggestions!

[echoingkarma]

Y/N meets Moon for the first time - An old idea for Celestial Syzygy (which has since been changed, mostly)

Reblogs are appreciated and help me a lot!

#celestial syzygy #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #fnaf y/n #fnaf moondrop #fnaf moon x reader #fnaf au #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddys #my art #doodles #h i wanted to shade this but my throat / chest infection is being rough and i need to lay down #sorry ;u;