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whumpforthesoul · 6 months

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Whump Prompt #003

Caretaker ruffled Whumpee's hair lovingly, feeling their forehead in the same motion.

"Still got that fever, huh? Here's your pills," said Caretaker with a sympathetic smile, setting the small medicines down on their nightstand. "I'll be right back, 'kay?"

Caretaker walked out of the room and Whumpee quickly threw the small red pills into the trash can beside their bed. They hated taking pills-it always felt like they were being choked. They'd been doing that for the last few days. Whumpee's fevered brain couldn't wrap itself around the fact that they wouldn't get better without medicine.

All they could think was how much they hated taking pills.

Whumpee weakly laid against the pillows, shivering with fever. They fell asleep and Caretaker decided to just let them. A few hours later, Caretaker was worried. They gently laid their hand on Whumpee's cheek.

Had their fever gotten higher?!

#whump #caretaker #injured whump #whump prompt #whumpee #sick whump #sick #character whump #high fever

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danafeelingsick · 1 year

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ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

@monthofsick

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ᴀʟᴛ 1: Feverish

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Hihi! This could be a feverish prompt, or just for u to imagine. A is miserably sick and feverish in bed (could be shirtless, platonically), and hugging B is the only thing that makes A's body feel better. Ofc this is uncomfortable for B.

requested @justtopostmyfic-blog read the whole request here!

ᴀ/ɴ hey, sorry this took me a little longer. i didn't know when to post it, and well... i was very busy. but i loved this prompt so much, and honestly i forgot how nice it feels to write A and B as characters. it's just no context, but i know all the context i meant to put in this, so it's fun to imagine. i wrote this on a single cup of coffee, so yeah... 🔥

TW EMETO

B was drifting in and out of sleep as they stayed in bed, their neck stiff from laying flat on their back, the sight of their bedroom ceiling coming into focus.

They weren't sure what had woken them up, but the feeling of A's face pressed against their chest, their arms firmly wrapped around their waist as if they were a giant teddy bear, was an instant reminder. A's hot breath brushed over B's skin, and they couldn't help but compare the feeling to a blow dryer being turned on and off constantly.

A was burning up. No, that was underestimating it. A could've been described as burning up last night, when B stayed until the early hours of the morning, changing cold presses and bed sheets. Now, B was certain A was melting over their abdomen, a puddle gathered under A's cheek, sweat rolling off their nose and dripping on B's chest.

At least, they had finally managed to sleep. Even if it took lining the mattress with towels and leaving a sick bucket by the foot of the bed for easy access, A finally trusted that they could sleep, or try to.

The unnatural heat practically poured out of A's pinkish skin rendering both of their shirts soaked in no time, so they just decided to go without them. Neither had a problem with it, A was too feverish to care about anything, and for all B knew, it would make the laundry inevitably easier.

A tightened their grip around B's waist, the way they were shivering becoming more noticeable as B virtually felt A's muscles tense and tremble painfully. They shuffled slightly, a faint whimper dying in their throat as they buried their head into B's chest, gripping their side.

It pained them to see it, but that was the most peaceful rest A had gotten all week. They were sure, between wasting away on the cold bathroom tile, and sharing their fever with B as they slept, A had picked the latter because they didn't want to be left alone.

B kept their eyes on their sick friend for a moment longer, watching as they breathed in and out, the intervals between each drag becoming shorter. Slowly, without moving too briskly, B reached out and pulled a towel out of the backrest. Gently they patted A's forehead, holding their hand almost weightless so as not to disturb their sleep.

As they pulled back, A let out another struggling moan, but their voice barely came through, almost as if they were protesting the towel being gone. B couldn't blame them, from what they could feel, A was being cooked alive from the inside.

”Shh… it's okay”, B mouthed, gently running their fingers through A's matted hair.

As much as they wished this would've made A magically better, it didn't, their whimpers only seemed to grow needier, pained. They clung to B as if they were a lifesaver, inevitably pressing their belly to B's side as they hugged them, no signs of wanting to let go even if it earned deeper groans out of them. B could almost feel A's stomach tying itself into a knot, constantly tossing around the little B had managed to keep down from the night before.

It took a lot of convincing for A to even try the soup B had made, but once they had a taste, there wasn't any more resistance. Mercifully enough, A wasn't quick to nausea, they were able to keep most things down when they were sick.

What broke them, of course, was high fevers just like these. It made them into a walking furnace, or more accurately into a volcano. B had watched them disgorge a whole pressure cooker's worth of bright orange carrot soup onto the toilet, barely awake throughout the process. It was mercy, however, B held them close as they vomited, shivering so violently they were afraid A could break into a seizure.

Now, with barely more than a cup of tea and a salad sandwich on top of a few gulps of water churning inside their stomach, A was whimpering in their sleep, constantly mouthing something not even they could hear.

B was doing all they could to ease them into a peaceful rest, but A was struggling against the sudden tight feeling gripping their innards. A curled into B's chest as an unbearable cramp wrecked their small frame, ripping out pained sobs.

B tried to move them as gently as possible, A had to wake up, but they wouldn't budge. Their nails dug into B's side, and their chest heaved against them, trying to suppress the swirling nausea leaving them in complete confusion.

One of A's dazed sobs morphed into a harsh audible gag in the back of their throat, prompting them to unconsciously clench their stomach, trying to prevent what was about to happen. It might've only made things worse because when their chest inevitably heaved, – their shoulders jumping, a wet belch traveling fast up their esophagus –, B couldn't react in time.

A's mouth flooded within a second, the strength of their abdominal muscles completely dispersed as their stomach lunged, sending its contents gurgling up their throat. A parted their lips weakly, their eyes still shut, but to no avail as thick vomit burst out of their nostrils while more of that bright orangish soup-like slurry spread over B's chest in a violent surge. It even sprayed past them, landing on the edge of the bed as heavy lumps slithered to the floor.

For a moment B was frozen in place, their body as stiff as a corpse as the situation came to them in layers. A's disgustingly hot vomit was seeping into their bare abdomen, a sludgy mixture heavily detailed with undigested food chunks, leaving slimy trails as they went down the side of their body, pooling under them. They wouldn't think it would burn, but it was much hotter than how A felt, steaming like molten lava, burning a hole through B and the bed.

They couldn't move. Disgust sent paralyzing shudders up and down their arms, locking them in place. B wasn't squeamish, not usually, they were vomited on them before, by a multitude of friends, but it had never been this… graphic. It was A's chest incessantly heaving that snapped them back. They were struggling to breathe, choked gurgles trying to make it through their throat.

“Wake up A!” they start calling, frantically, shaking their shoulders like they were trying to resuscitate them.

B's efforts proved nearly worthless as A continued heaving, eyes closed shut, but their grip around them loosened. They didn't waste any time, and pried their unconscious friend away from them, rolling them onto their back, then on their side. B scrambled to catch A before they could fall off the bed, the still-warm vomit fell to their lap with a wet splotch as they sat up. In the middle of the fray, B had one hand under A's head, holding it tilted, the other firmly around their wrist, keeping them from planting their face on the floor.

A went completely stiff under B, tensing every muscle of their body, then let out another wave of regurgitated food onto the bed sheets. It pooled under their cheek, completely missing the towels as it came out with less force than the first one, infiltrating under them.

B kept calling, growing more and more desperate by the second. A sounded like they were drowning, chunky vomit still pouring out their mouth in weak surges, choked-out whimpers fighting to be heard.

B was at their wit's end when they grabbed the still heaving A by the shoulder, delivering heavy thumps to their back, like they weren't trying to resuscitate a baby, but turn it into minced meat. There was a weak whimper before A snapped awake, coughing violently as they flail their arms, struggling to sit up.

B helped their friend flip onto their side and sit up, uselessly cupping both hands under their mouth as they promptly emptied their stomach onto their own lap. It overflew almost instantly, the chunky heavy slurry pouring down their chin and pooling between their legs, ruining yet another piece of clothing.

A was disoriented, their vision spun and they couldn't focus on anything besides the unrelenting stream of stomach contents pouring out of them, their abdominal muscles hurting mercilessly as they writhed, forcing more and more up.

B wasn't sure about what they were going to do as they reached out, gently landing a hand on A's slumped. back. They winced, startled by the sudden cold touch on their bare skin, and B pulled back, feeling the exact opposite.

A whimpered as the ongoing stream thinned out, leaving them gagging graphically as the nausea refused to let up. They mumbled something unintelligible, their pupils peeking from the corners of their eyes, behind a curtain of matted hair dripping with sweat. Dense ropes of slimy vomit hung from their lips, their chin still coated with lumps that dragged down to their neck. They looked absolutely miserable, still dazed from the raging fever, but aware enough to start sobbing again, seeing the huge mess they had made.

“No, no, no… it's okay”, B approached them carefully this time, using just their arms to hold A as their entire torso glistened with vomit.

A whimpered miserably, shaking still, their hands completely covered in what looked like clumps of bread, bits of lettuce, and tomatoes, all tinged a sickly orange of last night's soup. They were so tempted to just flick them off but knew that once they started moving, it would be impossible to make them stop. B noticed and immediately brought out a towel, wrapping it around A's hands while shushing them.

“It's okay, it's okay. No panicking. It's just a bit of vomit”, they reassured, wiping their hands while knowing very well it wasn't just a bit.

A responded with a short burp and more wailing, their head dropping forward as nausea and fever still lingered, making them feel as if they were being constantly spun around. The very feeling of spinning on a chair then suddenly stopping, their shoulders locked as they anticipated the feeling, but it never came, instead, it kept swirling inside their belly.

“B…”, they murmured, the first whole word they were able to utter and it was their friend's name, in such a pitiful voice B bit their lip, trying to not cry too. "Gon…na..– mmmguh… again…"

It was all they could muster before a harsh gag brought the taste of rot and acid to their tongue.

“There's a bucket on the floor”, B blurted out and sat on their knees as they guided A to lean over the side of the bed. It was completely useless to try and use it now, but none of the two were thinking right.

”Gonna… fall…”, A mumbled, nausea slurring their words together. The fear of heights dawned on them as the gray carpet on the floor inched closer. They could faint just like that, but B held them firmly, one hand around their waist, still trying not to let themselves touch. When they spoke again, there was a clear alarm in their voice. “B, I'm gonna fall!”

“You're not going to fall. I'm holding you, see? I've got you”, B promised, pulling them just slightly closer for confirmation. A trickle of saliva escaped A's lips, their half-lidded eyes lazily moving around. “Try to aim for the bucket, okay?”

A nodded weakly, and leaned in forward with the help of B, parting their lips as they anticipated the uncomfortable heave of their stomach. They did their best to aim, but at that angle, it was nearly impossible not to miss.

They clenched their eyes shut as they burped up a waterfall of now watered-down soup, remnants of the sickly sweet carrot porridge B had cooked for them still clinging to their palate.

They gagged as the ongoing stream brought up more of the sandwich A had forced down, now in thick lumps incorporated into the mixture. They had to resist the urge to chew as vomit clogged their throat. Most of it had fallen by the side of the bucket rather than in it, but a small portion hit the bottom with a sickening splatter.

“Shh… there you go”, B encouraged, rubbing up and down their back. “It's okay, just get it all out.”

A mustered a final voluminous wave of thick orangish puke, missing the bucket by a lot as their eyes remained closed, but at least it was out of their system, and on their carpeted floor. They kept gagging over the mess, sure they were finally empty, their belly visibly deflated like it had been crushed.

“You got… most of it. It's something, hah”, B attempted a little humor, but A just let out a miserable, letting themselves fall into B's chest. “D-Don't! Ah… sorry, I'm a little dirty.”

“It's my fault anyway…”, A cried out, unphased by the sensation of B's skin sticking to them.

“Shh…”, B rubbed their arm up and down, trying to support their shivering friend the best they could. “Take your time… We'll move to the shower whenever you're ready.”

“Y-Yeah… Good idea”, A thanked weakly, closing their arms, and just trying to focus on B's cool breathing above them. It was hard not to fall asleep like that.

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makeitmingi · 7 months

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hi everyone. there might not be a chapter tonight! so sorry, im currently quite sick and just dont have the energy to get up. if im awake, i’ll upload, if not, we’ll see CBYMM tomorrow!!

once again. sorry to those that were waiting!

#scarlet talks 🥀#sick #high fever #cant even work tomorrow #feeling terrible rn

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vocaloidderivativeotd · 11 months

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Today's Vocaloid derivative of the day is:

Hatsune Miku: High Fever from Slow Motion in Project DIVA!

#vocaloid #project diva #hatsune miku #slow motion #high fever

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noizchild · 2 months

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Back on Track

So, I am back on track for this week. I am working on my series, High Fever. Kodoku is getting two chapters on Valentine’s day. I am starting the second cour of The Fall on Thursday. There will be another chapter in Kodoku the week after that. From there, I will see what happens there. I finally finished A Million Little Things. The ending was fine. I will be watching something new tomorrow.…

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#A Million Little Things #An Encouragement of Love.#Durarara #Durarara x2 #fanfics #fanfiction #High Fever #Kodoku #Last Tango in Halifax #original works #project #The Fall #Wasteland 2011 #Writing

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sassysophiabush · 10 months

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#sophia bush #sick #high fever #night off

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theomnicode · 1 year

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Burning fever

Archive of our own

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Heroes all around the cities are falling mysteriously ill to the ever present flu. No one is certain what kind of viral infection would affect just the heroes. Some intelligent monsters have been scouting around and seen that there’s far less heroes to actually handle them than usual, so they’ve begun to attack people en masse. Even the fabled Q-city seems to be overrun by monsters. Genos attempts to pull triple duty by taking down as many monsters as possible, as he is not affected by the mysterious viral infection.

One monster, while not a dragon level threat, manages to incapacitate Genos with electromagnetic pulses. Genos internally berates himself for not thinking about protecting himself from electromagnetism. What a massive oversight on his part.

However, when the monster attempts to finish him off, Saitama jumps into the fray in pyjamas and punches it sluggishly, exploding it into copper and wire particles on the spot.

“Man, can you guys make less noise right outside my house…I can’t sleep with all that ruckus,” Saitama complains, nose stuffed and looking feverish. “Especially when my head feels so fuzzy…”

Genos looks at Saitama’s sweating form with concern. “I’m very sorry, Saitama-sensei, I was not prepared for the enemy to have electromagnetism. I will—”

Saitama starts to wave off Genos’ long winded apology, but coughs hard instead, almost bowling Genos over in the process and shivers so much that the pavement cracks apart.

“Man, it’s so hot and cold at the same time,” he holds himself as he shivers, “I don’t remember ever feeling this awful…”

Saitama wavers, trying to stand upright but failing miserably. “Now I feel even worse after I punched it, I wonder why…” he manages to utter out, then faints on the spot.

“SAITAMA-SENSEI!”

Genos catches him onto his arms quickly before Saitama can actually fall down flat on his face on the pavement and takes note of his actual temperature, noting with distress that it's dangerously high and that Saitama-sensei must’ve exerted himself too much, despite it not being even miniscule amount of effort he normally needs to dispose such monsters. Genos curses the circumstances once more, for inadvertently putting his sensei in danger and begins to rush him to the nearest hospital.

Genos can't for the life of him believe that feverish man in his arms is his master, the same man he deemed invincible, downed by a mere cold. It shouldn't be happening, logically there is no way Saitama-sensei would be able to get sick like this but here he is, carrying his prone, vulnerable master to the hospital for treatment. Perhaps he miscalculated somewhere, maybe common sickness can still affect even the strongest man on earth, but it still feels surreal...

He looks down at the man in his arms and distractedly notes Saitama-sensei is trying to grasp at his clothes weakly, delirious but coherent enough to realize he's being carried at fast speed and his hearing registers sensei mumbling his name. Genos tries to keep calm when he re-scans for elevated heart rate, sensei’s dangerously high temperature and the shivers–-correction, muscle tremors that rock his body. He's lucky that his stabilizers correct his grip, else Saitama-sensei would tremble right out of his arms.

“Do not worry sensei, I am en route towards the nearest hospital for urgent care. I have notified the staff of an incoming patient,” Genos' voice is serious, but soothing. He would carry Saitama-sensei to a proper treatment facility asap.

“Do I...really need hospital? That bad, huh…” Saitama croaks and violently sneezes, which Genos angles away from his head but an unfortunate lamp post still bends from the air pressure.

“Yes sensei, your body temperature is dangerously high for humans and you're experiencing muscle spasms, dehydration and elevated heart rate,” Genos recites his medical condition at a fast rate. “Hyperpyrexia is considered medical emergency, as it may indicate serious underlying condition or lead to severe morbidity or to—”

A sudden finger on his chin and his lower lip interrupts his rambling.

“20 words or less, Genos…”

“Yes sensei. I am sorry, I will stop rambling now. What I mean is, you need urgent medical attention for your extremely high fever.”

“Ok…” Saitama mumbles quietly. “I’m tired, ‘m gonna sleep…” He mutters weakly, then goes out like a light.

Genos starts running even faster.

#opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #saigenos #genosai #my own work #fanfiction #drabble #sick fic #high fever #viral infection #drama #medical jargon

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sickficideas · 3 months

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ok so i totally hc that akutagawa is like SUPERRRR pretty. cause like there’s so much emphasis on gin being really pretty in canon and so like logically aku must be too. IT’S JUST PURE LOGIC!!! anyways, so one day atsushi and aku are on a mission or smth and aku is like obviously really sick. like pale, sweaty, dark circles, blotchy red patches on his cheeks, painfully red nose, shaking, the whole 9 yards. and atsushi is just like, “he looks awful but also somehow still really attractive???? that’s totally unfair.” I’M SQUEALING THINKING ABT IT SHSIIDJFHFJJD

omg anon...i am so sorry it took me so long to respond to this I need you to know I was inspired and wanted to draw this and it took me ages because I wanted him to look pretty because I AGREEEEE!! i am sooooo atsushi...akutagawa is even prettier when he's sick and miserable <3 sweaty and shaky and pale and hot red cheeks suit him so well

POV: we are all atsushi

also emeto version below the cut ;)

purely because anon didn't include anything emeto related in their ask and its not fair to jumpscare u with emeto anon

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whumpforthesoul · 10 months

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Whump Prompt #002

A whumpee with a fever so high they're freezing, and just cannot get warm. Blankets, heat turned up super high, heating pad, you name it. They're shivering to the core. Whumpee decides to take a shower in hopes that that will work, but even water on the normal setting feels icy. So Whumpee keeps turning it up a little more, a little more, just a little more...

The water's on the hottest setting, and it does nothing. They feel frozen, even though their skin is bright red from the scalding water. In fact, they feel even worse. In reality, Whumpee is wayyy overheated, and ends up passing out in the shower.

Caretaker is either waiting for Whumpee anxiously or hears the thud or walks into Whumpee's apartment at that moment, but whatever the case, Caretaker finds Whumpee unconscious in the relentless burning-hot water.

#whump #sick whump #fever #illness #high fever #sick #sickness #whumpee #caretaker #whump prompt

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flamingpen18 · 8 months

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OMG!

This illness hit me and @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon really freaking hard. Both of us are spiking fevers. Both of us have barely eaten. Were both very weak and tired. Our fevers have been high, and we've had the shakes pretty badly.

I'm only up right now because my breathing is not good. I have a huge fear of suffocation, and not being able to breathe freaks me out.

We're almost out of meds with no means to get any more. We're out of food except for 2 boxes of Lipton chicken soup. Frankly, neither of us is up to cooking it. We're just laying around sleeping on and off. The headaches are terrible.

Keep us in your prayers, please. I really hope we aren't down with this for a week. It's pretty bad.

#illness #sick #spiking fever #high fever #sick as dogs #barely eating #starving

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saikyo-rat · 2 years

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Sick Birdie

(Does not come with pale skin)

#cute #street fighter #my art <3 #sick #high fever #thermometer #snot #runny nose #caught a cold #birdie

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hot-with-fever · 2 years

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Oh goodness me, just saw J/ane F/onda say she had the flu and “a raging fever” when she won her Oscar for Klute 🥵🥵🥵

That voice in the acceptance speech! And am I imagining things or does she look flushed too?

Sources (x, x)

#hot with fever #high fever #raging fever #flu #fever #fever tag #fevers #illness kink #fever kink #common cold

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noizchild · 2 months

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Back on Track

This week, I will be working on my series, High Fever. I wrote a good chapter yesterday. I can't wait to type out the next one today. I already have the next chapter of The Fall ready. I am just about finished with one of two chapters in Kodoku. I will get started on the second one tomorrow. Then I will post the second conur of The Fall and work on the next chapter. From there, I am just going to see. I will get back to you on that next week. Wish me luck.

#writing #original works #wasteland 2011 #durarara #durarara x2 #project #kodoku #the fall #high fever

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