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cold1dead1eyes · 11 months

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21. working through illness

cw // vomiting

whumpee leans against the table. their vision is swimming, head pounding with a red-hot migraine, limbs aching from exhaustion. it's the worst time for them to fall sick. they can't afford it; this project is too important, too costly, and they're the only one that can be trusted to finish it.

"whumpee, are you okay?" whumpee's coworker asks, their tone soft and worried. a jolt of fear runs through whumpee. nobody can know that they've fallen ill. if they do, then they'll be disappointed in them, they'll hate them, whumpee will let everyone down, again-

"i'm fine. just a bit of a headache." whumpee waves them off. they give whumpee a confused look, clearly noticing the pale sheen of their face, the hollows under their eyes, the way their shoulders shake with the effort of holding up their body. still, they don't comment on any of it.

"alright, if you say so. can you take a look at this part then? it doesn't look right to me." whumpee's coworker hands over the part. whumpee takes it from them, trying to examine it through their blurry vision. they see an aberration in the metal and wince.

"i, uh... i must've drawn the schematic wrong. there has to be another bolt in that piece. i'll fix it right away." whumpee says in a rush, turning around to sift around their desk for the schematic. it was a stupid mistake. they should've known better, they should've done better, this is why no one trusts them-

"alright..." whumpee's coworker starts, clearly uncomfortable.

"are you sure you're okay?" whumpee nods their head and their coworker sighs, dropping the subject. it's no use arguing with whumpee when they've made up their mind.

"yeah. don't worry. i'll be fine." they spread out the schematic with shaking hands and pick up their pencil and eraser. they clean up the drawing, carefully adding another bolt into the correct location. it looks slightly wonky from how hard their hands are shaking, but it'll have to do.

"here, it should be fixed now." whumpee hands it over. their coworker frowns at the crude addition, but they just nod and walk out of whumpee's workroom.

"thanks. i'll, uh... let you know if anything else is up." whumpee nods. their face is slick with sweat. they act nonchalant until their coworker leaves, then they collapse onto the floor, crawling over to the garbage can and heaving straight acid into the plastic bag.

"fuck..." they wipe off the spit and vomit from their lips. everything is spinning. their fingers are shaking where they're gripping the garbage can. still, they feel a little bit better now.

they stand up, wipe off their mouth with the back of their hand, and limp over to their desk to finish up the next schematic.

prompt from @whumpay

#working through illness #whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whump drabble #sickfic #hiding an illness #vomiting #sick whumpee #no caretaker #apologies for being a day late on this one #life just kicked my ass #back on track now tho!#whumpay2023 #whumpay

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sasuga-whump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023: Day Nine - Mistaken Identity/Miscommunication

Indigo no Yoru Ep 54

Yoshio is blamed for a host leaving the club when it isn't his fault, and his heart condition flares up.

I subtitled this myself and it took a long time. Any mistakes are my own ^^

Find full whump list for this drama here

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whump-they-it-is · 8 months

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Sicktember

4.) Hiding an illness

Prometheus 2012

#sicktember 2023 #hiding an illness #whump #logan marshall green #prometheus #charlie holloway

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sodascribbles · 1 year

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hello has anybody considered body swap whump!! imagine whumpee is hiding an illness/injury or has some kind of constant pain that they think is normal only for them to switch bodies with caretaker- who is hit like a brick because JIMINY CRICKETS how has whumpee just been HANDLING THIS

they switch and caretaker just sinks to the floor. after a moment of adjustment they turn to look up at the (very concerned) whumpee and asks "how long have you been feeling like this??"

#caretaker: damn bitch you live like this? /j /ref #whump prompt #whump #ideas #sodalite scribbles #body swap #hiding an injury #hiding an illness

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homerforsure · 2 years

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Battle Born

Rating: T

Words: 11k

Featuring: established Buddie, hockey au, hurt/comfort

Thunderstorms delayed the flight home from Chicago by three hours. It wasn’t so terrible to start with. The team was high on a tight 2-1 win over the Blackhawks, the first victory by a road team in the series and one that they’d scratched and clawed to get.

“One more, baby!” Kozzie shouted, doing a little dance at the front of the plane.

They needed five more wins to clinch the Cup, but no one bothered to correct her. Conference Champions wasn’t an accomplishment that anyone admitted striving for and they’d all downplay it in front of the press when they were asked, but it was still a milestone. Like reaching Camp 4 before the final push on Everest. That night they had the western conference title in their sights and they all whooped and hollered their way through a joyful dinner.

Two hours into the delay, however, and the energy started to wane. Most of the team was dozing or engrossed in their phones. Hen and Chimney played cards with a couple of the Black Aces, but it was a more subdued game than usual; Chimney hardly gloated at all when he won a hand. It was chilly and humid and rain continued to slap against the fuselage and blur the view from the windows. Not that there was anything to see in the dark but the blinking runway lights.

Buck leaned with his head against the wall of the plane, watching the rain and letting the sound of the wind and his teammates’ voices flow around him. He didn’t plan to sleep–he never slept on the plane and hardly at all on the road–but his eyes were heavy and he hadn’t really had a solid grasp on what time it was since this series with Chicago had started a week and a half earlier. Buck was exhausted.

“You can close your eyes. I’ll tell you if you miss anything.”

A slow smile spread across Buck’s face as Eddie’s voice murmured in his ear. Stretching his arms out a little, ignoring the ache that spread through him as he did, Buck turned in his seat so he was leaning toward Eddie instead of the window.

“Like you won’t fall asleep as soon as we’re in the air,” he replied.

“Well there’s nothing to see up there anyway,” Eddie said. “So there won’t be anything to miss.”

Resting his chin on his hand and smiling back at Buck with sleepy softness, Eddie was almost irresistibly handsome. He’d shed his suit jacket once they boarded the plane and rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, getting comfortable for the long flight home. Even with six weeks worth of playoff beard covering his face and a vicious, dark bruise under his eye where a high stick had caught him during their last game, Eddie was still a warm and beautiful dream that Buck wanted to fall into.

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#buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #911 fanfic #hockey au #bad things happen bingo #hiding an illness #hurt/comfort #buck whump #allison writes

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gaycey-sketchit · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Pocket Monsters | Pokemon (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kenji | Tracey Sketchit/Ookido Shigeru | Gary Oak Characters: Ookido Shigeru | Gary Oak, Kenji | Tracey Sketchit Additional Tags: sicktember 2023, hiding an illness, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, rated for language and one (1) vaguely suggestive line, I wrote this for me but y'all can read it if you want Series: Part 4 of Sicktember 2023 Summary:

On a fieldwork expedition with Tracey, Gary tries to pretend he's not coming down with something. But he can only hide it for so long.

For Sicktember 2023 prompt 4: Hiding an Illness

#sicktember 2023 #hiding an illness #oakshipping #gary oak #tracey sketchit #andrew writes

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plasmodiumpyrexia · 1 year

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Thinking about small hints that whumpee isn’t “fine”:

- That small grimace when they move the wrong way and aggravate an injury they were trying to hide (also, that hiss of pain through clenched teeth)

- Cautious movements, a split second of hesitancy and/or changes in posture

- Faux-casually leaning on the wall because they’re too exhausted/weak/dizzy to stand properly

- Talkative whumpees getting quiet and quiet whumpees talking too much

- Nervous laughter, fidgeting and shakiness

- When they try to keep their voice steady but it still sounds off

- Rubbing their temples/forehead and closing their eyes (or better, squeezing them shut)

- Tiny beads of sweat

- Abruptly leaving the room (not subtle but I love it, especially when [B] follows to see what’s wrong)

- Making excuses not to do something they usually do (or alternatively, trying extra hard in order to prove they’re ok)

- Zoning out mid conversation

- An indescribable something seems... off about them today

#feel free to add #whump #whump tropes #hidden injury #pain #injury #injury reveal #hiding an illness #hiding things in general #narrator: they were not fine

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whumpster-dumpster · 1 year

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In the mood for a whumpee who doesn't bother the others with their problems -- not in the stoic stiff upper lip "Pretend nothing is wrong and it'll fix itself" way or in the self-deprecating "I don't deserve their help" way but in the painfully polite way where they've always been so mild mannered and take up so little space that maybe the others just don't notice they're shying further into themself

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #ignored #unnoticed #hiding trauma #hiding an illness #hiding an injury #any could apply #wallflower whumpee #sure let's call it that #not exactly the word but you know the vibe i'm getting at

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 7 months

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Whump Prompt #1283

Whumptober #15: "I'm fine."

It depressed the whumpee how easy it was to lie, and how gullible everyone else was. Nevertheless, "I'm fine." was all they could say to avoid being sent to medical, and it was enough to keep the attention away from them and onto the mission at hand.

As time passes, however, they begin to wish someone would take notice...

#whumptober2023 #whump #writing #prompts #angst #hiding an injury #hiding an illness #injury #hidden injury

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whumpetywhump · 8 days

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Are You Human, Too? - Ep. 15

#are you human too #kdrama #dizziness #stumbling #concern #refusing help #lashing out #support #hiding an illness #exhaustion #seo kang joon #gong seung yeon #whump #kwhump #asian whump

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faofinn · 8 months

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4. Hiding an Illness

It was the first week of winter term, which meant exams were looming and Finn wasn't looking forward to it in the slightest. The week he'd had off had been spent with his head in his textbooks, drowning in mock A-level exams, and wishing he was literally anywhere else. Jess had helped, where she could, but law and medicine didn't really mix, and they were often left to study in silence.

He was sure that the headache that had refused to budge was just tiredness, but the worry about his lack of sleep bringing about another seizure only made it hurt more. The cough, too, was just because he'd not had enough to drink that morning, every morning, that was all. He wasn't getting ill. He didn't have time for it.

Jess noticed it, of course she did, but Finn was stubborn and there was only so much she could actually do. They sat together at lunch, in the rare times they had a spare period off together, her fingers running through his hair. It gave him a reprieve for a few minutes, some relaxation between what felt like the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It was just normal for Fred and Sheila to worry about Finn, and the occasional cough and sniffle were just that - occasional. Finn was old enough to tell them when he wasn't well, he knew his limits, as much as he tried to push them.

There was nothing they could do other than worry and keep an eye on Finn from a distance, and hope he’d see sense in the end. Jess kept an eye on him, and that made them feel a bit better about things. She was sensible, she’d make sure he didn’t do anything too stupid. They just hoped he could rest over the break, though they knew it would be difficult. With his mocks looming, he spent more and more time holed up in his room studying.

The end of term grew closer, and Sheila sent Finn off to school for his last day, dropping him at the gates despite his protests. She fussed over him, definitely not well but too stubborn to admit it, and told him to call her whenever if he needed to come home.

They’d made it through most of the day, but Finn was looking worse and worse by the time they got to final assembly. As head boy and head girl, both him and Jess were required to sit at the front, and Jess nudged her boyfriend. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked quietly, aware of the deputy head’s gaze on them.

He dragged his fingers across his collarbone. "I'll be better once this assembly is over. My throat is killing me."

“You should go home.”

"I might after this assembly." He gave a one armed shrug. "The head wanted a meeting with me."

“It’s the last day, not like you’ll miss anything.” She whispered.

He took a beat to reply. "I need to finish the assembly."

“Are you going to be able to do the speech?” She asked, glancing at the head.

"Why wouldn't I?"

“You just said you had a sore throat.”

"Everyone gets colds over the winter."

“I know.” She said, but couldn’t say anymore after a stern glare from the head, glancing down at her lap. She reached across to squeeze Finn’s hand, though.

He laced his fingers with hers, ignoring the shake to his own.

She frowned at his shaky hand, but didn’t say anything else. She couldn’t, she was going to get told off as it was for talking. She kept an eye on Finn as the teachers droned on, trying desperately to look interested, given the whole school could see them.

The assembly seemed to both take forever and no time at all, and Finn wasn't sure it wasn't due to absences. He felt alright enough to at least try, holding onto the fact he should be able to feel an aura if he was going to have one. The head turned to the pair of them, inviting them up to speak to the rest of the students as they had done in all the main assemblies prior. Blood raced in his ears as he stood, and he swore to himself for not keeping his legs moving as he'd been sat.

Jess stuck close to him, aware of the way he wobbled slightly as he stood. She’d agreed to speak first, as she always did, to give Finn a chance to catch up. She finished her bit, grinning at the rest of the school, and then nudged Finn to start his bit.

He took longer than he'd normally would to start, his attention seemingly drawn elsewhere. The silence was deafening as he came back to it, a blush spreading across his already red cheeks. He quickly caught up and carried on, his enthusiasm making everyone forget about it. He was vaguely aware he'd had a few more, the slightly uncomfortable stares from the audience a red flag. As he always did, he stretched a hand out towards Jess, searching for comfort and guidance. He linked their little fingers together, made a small joke to ease the tension, and tried again.

The absences weren’t unheard of for Finn, especially when he wasn’t feeling well or was tired, and Jess knew full well that he was both. The school were used to it too, it often happening during speeches or in class. Normally Finn could recover it, but Jess started to get concerned as it went on and they were more apparent. One or two was one thing, but the amount he’d just had in quick succession was a big warning sign. As he took her hand, their pinkies linked, she knew he wasn’t coping well. She glanced over at him as he tried again, but it wasn’t long before he was hit with another absence, and then a myo that tugged at his shoulder, and she knew a grand mal wasn’t far behind. She cleared her throat.

“Sorry, we’re gonna have to go.” She said, resting her other hand on Finn’s arm. “Come on.”

"Have a good Christmas break, everyone, make sure to rest and take time for yourselves too." Finn gave the kids in front of him a warm smile, letting Jessica move him away.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas everyone.” Jess murmured, and gently steered him away.

Finn's face fell as they left the assembly, his facade shattering, his stomach flipping as he pulled her down to the floor. "Need to sit."

“Yeah, okay.” She said, pulling her jumper off over her head. “Here, you can lay down.”

He knew the drill all too well, an unfortunately well practised routine for barely a minute's warning. His throat was dry and scratchy, his head pounded, and each cough only made it worse. He fought unco-ordinatedly against Jess' hands trying to help, grumbling in frustration.

“I know, I know.” She said to him, trying to help despite him fighting back. He was stronger and bigger than her, but she knew he’d settle eventually. This was something they went through often, Jess regularly getting in trouble for a messed up uniform. Once Finn was laid down she could run her fingers through his hair, reassuring him the best she could before he went.

One of the support teachers finally appeared as Finn started seizing, their lack of experience showing in their panic. It was one of the many, many reasons Finn hated his seizures, despite his repeated attempts for education and familiarisation with members of the public and even the apparently trained teaching staff.

Totally unflappable, Jess didn’t care about the teacher’s panic. She sat quietly with Finn, a timer running on her phone, and glanced up as they arrived.

“Can you call his mum? He needs to go home.”

They pulled a face at her. "He needs an ambulance, not his mum."

“No, he has a care plan. He doesn’t need an ambulance right now.”

"This sort of thing needs an ambulance."

“He’s an epileptic, he has a care plan. He doesn’t need an ambulance yet.”

"But he needs his mum?"

“Yeah, because he’s having a seizure and when he comes out of it he’ll need to go home.”

"Not hospital?"

“Not necessarily.” She grumbled.

Finn's seizure had begun to stop, and he let out a groan. He still didn't know where he was or what was going on, but let Jess push him onto his side.

She took to ignoring the teacher, glad Finn’s seizure had stopped before he’d needed midaz, well within the bounds of ‘normal’ for him. She helped him onto his side, squeezing his shoulder gently. “Hi, welcome back.” She said softly. “You had a seizure, you’re okay.”

Something in his blazer pocket was digging into his side, breaking through the haze. Blood coated his tongue, too, and he hated it, pulling away with a whine.

She stroked through his hair. “It’s okay.”

He spat as much as he could, trying to move away from it. It barely worked, and Jess' fingers in his hair quickly pulled his attention. He turned to face in her direction, squinting an eye open.

“I know it’s not nice.” She soothed. “But you’re okay.”

Finn had enough cognition to recognise he was at school, that the floor was uncomfortable under his side. He stretched out slightly, which did nothing to help, and so, with a grumble, forced his arms under him. He almost made it upright before he flopped (against his will) into Jess, resting his head in her lap.

She rubbed his arm, trying to help him to get comfortable. She finally looked over at the member of staff that had been with them. “Did you call his mum? Or do I need to?”

"I'll go call her."

“Thanks.”

It was a difficult phone call, the TA very much out of his depth and not able to answer Sheila's questions. Of course Finn had ended up seizing, she knew something had been wrong, and she hated herself for not pushing him harder to stay at home. She could tell the assistant wasn't the most helpful, so made sure to get him to promise to tell Jess she was on her way, emphasising that the sixth-former was in charge.

Jess was relieved Sheila was on her way, the TA having finally seen sense. Finn was taking a while to come around, as he often did, but he was safe and she could keep an eye on him.

Finn stretched out again, squinting up at Jess. "My arm's itchy."

“Itchy? You’re laying on the carpet.” Jess pointed out.

"It's itchy."

“It’s a shitty carpet.”

"Fix it?"

“Do you want to try and sit up?”

He thought about it. "Yeah, okay."

“Then you’ll be away from the itch.” Jess reasoned, offering him her hands.

It took a moment for both arms to comply, Finn giving a frustrated huff as they didn't immediately work. He pulled himself upright, leaning heavily against the wall to stop everything spinning. It was all still not quite right, the post-seizure haze still in full force.

“Better?”

"No." He sighed heavily.

Jess moved closer, kissing his cheek. “How about now?”

He grinned. "Yeah."

“Good.” She said. “Was only a little one, and your mum is coming to get you.”

"Oh. I'm going home?"

“Yeah, you’re going home.”

"With you?"

“With your mum.”

"And you?" He tried with a grin.

“Don’t know if they’ll let me.”

"Please?"

“We’ll talk to your mum.”

#sicktember 2023 #sicktember day 4 #hiding an illness #whump writing #whump prompt #fic #finn daniels #jess weston #the wolf and the ghost #oc #whump #seizure whump #whump of a minor #teenager #cold/flu #jess is queen honestly #we love her sm

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