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#i don't feel good
detectivebambam · 2 months
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how the foxes act when they're sick in honor of me being insanely ill
Andrew: i feel like he gets sick a lot, like immune disorder type. he catches anything that goes around. he's used to it so it doesn't bother him too much, but the worse illnesses can get him pretty bad. when covid hit Neil watched him like a hawk to make sure he didn't catch it
Aaron: bro is the definition of "victorian peasant" when he's sick. he is almost completely useless when he catches a cold. i mean like straight man cold he is completely helpless
Kevin: he doesn't get sick all too often but even when he is he just pretends he's not. he's willing to grind until he collapses and even then he'll deny everything and tell doctor's orders to go fuck themselves
Neil: never gets sick. immune system like a brick. if he does he kinds freaks out because being sick on the run slowed them down, and he never quite gets over that fear
Alison: very similar to Aaron. unless it's game day, she uses illness as an excuse to not do anything
Renee: she's so chill about it. lets people know she's not feeling well, but doesn't let it affect her. she does, however, refuse to take medicine, because she wants to see how long she can power through
Matt: will cough on Dan so they can be sick together. very cuddly when he's not feeling well. eats soup, takes medicine, the whole shabang
Dan: very grumpy when she's sick, usually because it's Matt's fault. doesn't want to be around anybody, speak to anybody, etc.
Nicky: oh so dramatic. acts like he's dying, starts planning his funeral, setting up the playlist for his wake, calls Erik to let him know that he will be getting his insurance, all that
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anotherfandomtrash · 11 months
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These three again
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feelingkindablue · 6 months
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everything is Too Loud and it's making me want to cry
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cr3ziy · 8 months
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Just finished watching Good Omens S2
This part of my life is called PAIN
My soul? Shattered. My heart? IN THOUSANDS OF FUCKING PIECES
I SWEAR IF WE DON'T GET A THIRD SEASON...
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5ducksinatrenchcoat · 23 days
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hey can you tell me something nice please
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wtfjd95 · 6 months
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Thinking about having a pretty girl to look after me while I'm sick.
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liliallowed · 2 months
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just saw something labeled mature:
my honest thought process:
me: I'm a fuking adult. I'm WAY OVER 18 bish. besides I'm curious! this artist is very good with art, I'm sure it's not like... that bad.
also me: GO BACK GO BACK GO BACK IT'S TOO SPICEY AAAAAAA WHY DID I CLICK ON THIS *throws phone out the window* AAAAAUGH HOLY SHIT WHAT DID I JUST SEE AND WHY. *dying inside*
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vampzzi · 1 year
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Currently working on. ( Nov . 8th )
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note; currently being examed to death while having the flu and I have writers block. bare with me please.
Keegan x Ghost x Reader..|| 4k - 6k wc .
Gaz x female reader || 2k - 4k wc
Phillip Graves x reader (debating if I wanna write for him)
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Request I'm working on
(1/5 in the works) closing requests for this week when we get to five. Always specify if you want a headcanon, drabble or fanfic. Thank you, love you guys
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wings-somnia · 1 year
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draw me like one of your french fries
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chrissy-kaos · 1 year
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I'm not where I want to spend my night.. but I'm way to fucking sick..
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maryoliveoil · 30 days
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trixclibrarian · 5 months
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rubdown · 9 months
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The fact that that Mikey Way was playing bass for Fall Out Boy on stage n getting passed around like a salad and Liam commented on Zayn's post then Zayn replied to his comment like what year is it, the 1990s??????? And I'm supposed to sit here on my hands instead of blowing up
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eldrichfuck666 · 1 year
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aquietwritingcorner · 6 months
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I Don't Feel Good
Title: I Don’t Feel Good Day: Whumptober 2023, Day 13 Prompt: “it comes and goes like the strength in your bones” Cold compress/Infection/ “I don’t feel good”  Fandom: TMNT 2003 Word Count: 2043  Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl Rating: K/G  Characters: Michelangelo Warning: NA Summary: Mikey likes to complain a lot, especially when he doesn’t want to do something. So, it’s no surprise that his brothers don’t completely believe him when he says he doesn’t feel good. Too bad this time they should have listened.    Notes: NA    AO3 || ff.net
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I Don’t Feel Good
“I don’t feel good.”
“Aw, can it Mikey. You always say that when we have these stakeouts,” Raph said, barely giving his brother a glance.
“But I don’t feel good,” he insisted.
Raph just rolled his eyes. That was how it always started. Mikey would complain about not feeling good, when what he really meant was that he wanted to be somewhere else. Raph wouldn’t baby him, so he’d go complain to their other brothers. Don would give him a check up and tell him to go drink some water or eat some soup. Leo would baby Mikey a little, but not let him slack too much. Splinter would listen to him, ply him with tea, and then basically go over all of the downsides of being sick. It was pretty much standard Mikey care at this point.
“Well, feeling good or not, it’s go time,” Raph said. “Here comes the big bad, and there comes the signal. Let’s move!”
No more than fifteen minutes later, they were all out of the building, which was on fire and collapsing, the men who were working inside tied up and waiting for the cops. It was a job well done, and one worth celebrating.
Only, not all of them were. Leo looked over at Mikey with a bit of concern. He was usually cracking jokes or goofing around after missions like this one had been. And yet, he wasn’t. “What’s wrong, Mikey?” he asked. “I thought you’d be cheering about this.”
“I just don’t feel good,” Mikey answered.
“Oh please,” Raph said. “He just didn’t like being up on the roof in the wind.”
Leo put an arm around Mikey. “Come on. Let’s go home and take the night off. We can watch a movie.”
“I guess,” Mikey said, although he allowed his brother to pull him along.
A couple of hours later found the brothers turning off the TV and cleaning up after their movie. Don was more than surprised to find that Mikey still had half a bowl of popcorn left.
“You’ve still got popcorn left,” he said to his brother.
“I don’t feel good,” Mikey said.
“This again?” Raph said. “Quit whining, Mikey.”
“After all the junk you ate, I’m not surprised you don’t feel good,” Don said. Still, he reached for his brother, giving him a quick check up. “I don’t see anything wrong. Why don’t you just go to bed and get some rest.”
“Good idea,” Leo said. “We still have practice in the morning.”
Predictably, Mikey whined about that, too, although he did go to bed.
The next morning, Mikey drug himself to practice, looking a little off. The brothers exchanged looks, but since Mikey didn’t complain, they didn’t bring it up. He was, though, unusually quiet, and that did cause them some concern.
It only got worse when he made a misstep over a simple move while sparring with Raph. Raph stopped, concern in his voice as he looked at Mikey, who was panting as he was turning to sit up.
“Geez, Mikey, that was basic. What’s up with you?”
Mikey didn’t even bother to stand, instead just sitting on the floor in the training area. “I don’t feel so good,” he said, repeating his mantra from the day before.
Raph stuck his sai in his belt. “You don’t look so good, either” he said bluntly.
Don knelt next to the orange-banded turtle, putting a hand on his forehead. “You feel like you’ve got a fever,” he said. “And your pulse seems a bit high, even for training.”
“Training is over,” Splinter said as soon as hear heard that. “Leonardo, Raphael, assist Michelangelo to the couch. Donatello, fetch what you need to look over your brother.”
They all set into motion. Raph and Leo helping Mikey up and over to the couch, his arms over their shoulders.
“You didn’t seem like you felt this bad earlier, Mikey,” Leo said. “What happened?”
Mikey shook his head as they lowered him onto the couch. “I dunno. I mean… I’ve felt bad for a few days, but it kinda comes and goes? Like sometimes I feel just a little sick, and sometimes it’s like I have no strength in my bones at all.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound too good,” Don said, arriving at the couch with his medical bag. “Can you think of anything that might have made you sick?”
Mike looked up at Don from where he had laid back on the couch. “Gee, Don, I don’t know, maybe because we live in a sewer.”
“Ha, ha, funny guy,” Don said. “Alright, let me look you over.”
Leo, Raph and Splinter stood back a little bit, letting Don do his work, moving to assist at need. Don took Mike’s vitals, noting them down, and then started doing a visual inspection of Mike, looking for any injuries or wounds that they might have overlooked.
“Hey, when did you get this, Mikey?” Don asked, holding up Mikey’s arm and pointing to a long cut on the underside.
“Uh… couple of weeks ago?” Mikey asked. “When we were fighting that guy in the junkyard. I cleaned it just like always.”
Don frowned. “Well, it looks infected,” he said. “It’s in a hard to see place, so my guess would be that you didn’t get it completely clean, but you couldn’t tell.”
They all got so many minor scrapes and cuts, that they had long ago stopped going to Splinter or Don for every single one. Instead, most of the time all of the brothers took care of their minor injuries themselves, unless they needed help, or it wasn’t so minor.
“Is that why I feel like the mold that grows on the sewer walls?” Mike asked. He threw a hand across his eyes. “Ugh. I’m feeling worse again.”
“Is he going to be okay, Don?” Leonardo asked.
Don nodded. “With proper care, he should be,” Don said. “Although we should probably get him on some antibiotics. I’ll call April, see what she can get us. Other than that, just the standard care.”
Splinter nodded. “Very well.” He reached for a blanket and pulled it over Mikey. “Rest, my son. I will fetch you some tea.”
It was a testament to how bad Mikey had to be feeling that he didn’t protest the thought of Splinter’s tea. Don smiled sympathetically at him, even though Mikey couldn’t see it with his arm over his eyes.
“Hang tight, Mikey. I’ll see about some Tylenol, and someone is going to go get you something cold for your head,” Don said, looking over at Raph and Leo.
Leo nodded and stole away to go get a cool rag for Mikey’s head.
“Can we turn out the lights, too?” Mikey asked.
“Sure thing, bro,” Raph said, his voice soft. “And then we’ll find ya somethin’ to watch on TV, or at least to listen to.”
It didn’t take Splinter long to come back with the tea, or Leo with the cold compressed. Raph had returned to Mikey’s side almost immediately after turning off the lights and flipped through the channels to find something that Mikey liked. Don, too, returned, after calling April to ask for some antibiotics. They all settled in near Mikey, no one particularly wanting to be too far from him.
As per their usual routine when someone was sick, Mikey wasn’t left alone. The next couple of days often found Leo reading in the chair, Raph working on some knitting at the end of the couch, or Don messing around with his inventions in the floor. Splinter made it a point to take his tea in the living room with his son.
That became especially useful when Mikey’s fever spiked, leaving him hot, breathing heavily, and not entirely with it.
“I don’t feel good…” he moaned.
“I know, little brother,” Leo said, replacing the cold compress on his forehead. “Just hang in there, alright? I promise you’ll feel better soon.”
Mikey just mumbled and went back to sleep. The next time he woke, it was to someone putting cold compresses on the back of his neck as well. Mikey forced his eyes open and squinted at the person.
“Raphie?”
“Yeah, Mikey, it’s me.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“I know. But hopefully this’ll help cool ya down a bit.”
“M’kay…”
Mikey didn’t feel like thinking about it, so he just let Raph do what he was doing and went back to sleep. A cool sensation was what woke him next, and he stirred moaning a bit. The cool sensation stopped.
“Mikey?”
“Mmm… Donnie?”
“Yeah, Mikey, it’s me.”
“I don’t feel good.”
“I know, Mikey.”
“Oh. Watcha doing?”
“Your fever is really high, Mikey. I’m using rubbing alcohol to cool you down.”
“Smells funny.”
“I know. But its for your own good.”
Don had never led him wrong before—aside from that floor wax incident—so Mikey just let him do what he was doing and fell back asleep as the nice cooling sensation spread across him. He wasn’t sure how long he slept that time, before there was a familiar voice pulling him out of sleep. Mike cracked his eyes open to see his father there.
“Sensei?”
“Yes, my son. I need you to drink this.”
“I don’t feel good. I don’t wanna.”
“I know my son. But this will help you feel better. Please.”
“…okay.”
Mikey swallowed the foul-tasting liquid that his father wanted him to drink, and then dropped back off into sleep.
The next time Mikey woke up, there wasn’t a reason. Instead, he just blinked and looked around. Splinter was asleep in the chair. Leo and Raph were sitting in front of the couch, sleeping. Don was asleep with his head on the coffee table. Mikey blinked at them, and then reached a hand down to touch the top of Leo’s head.
Leo started awake. “What—” he turned. “Mikey!” Leo reached over and shook Raph. “Raph, Mikey’s awake!”
“Wha—Mikey?” Raph stared at him for a moment before reaching over and giving Don a shove. “Wake up, Brainiac, Mikey’s awake!”
“He what—oh—hang on, let me get my—” Don’s voice was lost to some sort of technical mumbling as he blinked himself awake.
“Master Splinter!” Leo said. “Mikey’s awake!”
Splinter was already on his way over. “Yes, my son, I heard,” he said. Raph and Leo moved so that Splinter could get to Mikey. “How are you feeling, Michelangelo?”
Everyone seemed to hold their breath.
“Um… well I don’t feel good, but I feel better than I did, I think,” he said.
A collective sigh seemed to be released at that, and Mikey looked at them confused.
“Did something happen?” he asked.
“Your fever got really high,” Don said, moving between his brothers and father to start his examination of Mikey. “Whatever infection you had, it was not playing nice with the antibiotics. While they helped a little, we had to get you on some stronger medicines. Of course, those have their own drawbacks, but it was worth the risk.”
“The risk?” Mikey asked.
“The risk of you reacting badly to them, my son,” Splinter said. “If we did nothing, it was likely the infection would have killed your or left you with damage. The antibiotics, though, if your system did not accept them, could also kill you. However, it could also save you.”
“In the end, there really wasn’t a choice,” Leo said. “You only had once chance.”
“Yeah. But for a while there we weren’t sure it was going to work,” Raph said.
“But it did,” Don said. “And he looks like he’s improving. I’m going to take a blood sample to analyze anyway, but this is all very positive.” He stood but looked down at Mikey. “Just rest now, Mikey. I think you’re going to be fine.”
“Sounds good,” Mikey said, already feeling himself getting sleepy again. “But one more question.”
“Yes, my son?”
“Does this mean that you’ll believe me now when I say I don’t feel good?”
Leo grinned and put his hand on Mikey’s shoulder. “We’ll at least give it a little more consideration,” he said.
“Hm… I’ll take it,” Mikey said as he drifted back off to sleep, content in his family’s care.
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cancelforcipe · 8 months
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No sir, I won't eat that crap.
Give me back my rotten pumpkin!
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