Boys With High Fevers, Half Conscious, Trembling Against Caretakers, Begging. For A Hot Bath To Help

When a feverish person is just sitting half dazed while someone is looking them over and they’re just so out of it then suddenly they’re pulled back to reality by their caretaker’s cool hand against their burning forehead (or cupping their face or brushing fingers gently against their cheek)

Okay a heatwave is crashing thru where I live rn so time to bring back Being Sick in Hot Weather! (some based on my experiences)

Sickie mistakes their fever for it just being super hot, cue trying to cool themselves down to no avail

Maybe their fever gets worse overnight and they find out in the morning *shrugs*

Or they’re shivering and feel cold? Which tips off their SO/roommate/friend/etc cuz they’re in the middle of the heatwave

Leaving their window open to get some cool night time air in only for it to backfire in the morning

Their already sore throat is worse, their throat and nostrils are dry

Maybe something theyre allergic to got in and now they’re all sneezy on top of being hot and sick

Can’t 👏 sleep 👏 too 👏 hot

Or alternatively: the warmer weather is constantly lulling them into micronaps throughout the day

Just getting frustrated cuz it’s So Hot and they feel Horrible 😭

been thinking a lot about the buildup. that moment when nausea goes from uncomfortable to oh shit need to get to a toilet immediately, when it gets so strong the sickie gets dizzy and has hot-and-cold flashes and all they can do is pant over the bowl, saliva dripping from their lips, occasionally jolting forward with increasingly frequent wet hiccups and belches. 

they can feel the urge to heave sitting at the back of their throat but nothing’s coming up yet, just overwhelming nausea and the knowledge that they’re gonna be sick, they’re past the point of no return, but all they can do is sit there in absolute misery, waiting for it to happen.

Whump Prompt #314

Drive a taser into broken ribs

one thing that i have more recently started thinking about is coughing before/while throwing up and ik it is not the most popular but here me out:

person has been involuntarily letting out nauseously coughs intermittently all day, and their friend thinks they just have a cold or something, but surprise! they are about to puke everywhere

the way a cough turns guttural and choked and then cuts off as vomit comes up

person with pneumonia/a chest illness has been having frequent and long coughing jags, and also has a lot of mucus and crap in their stomach from their illness. the repeated coughing and already unstable stomach is not a good combination

a cough morphing into a belch morphing into a wave of sick

when a person chokes on the force of their vomiting and triggers a coughing fit, but is still also vomiting and is struggling to catch their breath

coughs getting deeper and longer and more painful the closer someone gets to throwing up

a person who is both coughing and belching while vomiting, and the contrast of dryer and wetter sounds as they get sick

Which oc cannot physically stop themself from:

1. Dipping their hand into any pool, fountain, or any other body of water they see?

2. Being the Dad/Mom/Parent friend?

3. Telling the truth?

4. Starting drama?

5. Confronting their nemesis?

6. Correcting a mistake they see someone making?

7. Hiding from conflict?

8. Helping someone in need?

9. Offering jaded advice?

10. Offering idealistic advice?

11. Tidying up any mess they encounter?

12. Tapping an instrument as they pass by?

13. Complimenting someone?

14. Insulting someone?

15. Telling jokes?

16. Rambling?

17. Wandering off from the group to explore or follow a lead?

18. Telling an anecdote or a story?

19. Getting crushes really easily?

20. Pointing out a silver lining?

21. Drawing when listening to someone talk / in class / at work?

post - trauma sentence starters  blood, death mention.

“don’t do that. don’t shut me out.” 

“you’ve been crying. i can tell.”

“we need to change those bandages and get some food in you.”

“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”

“that was a brave thing you did today.” 

“shh, that’s okay, get everything out.”   

“there’s something on your shirt. you – that’s blood!”

“need some space?”

“you should lay down.”

“there’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” 

“shh, shh. you were having a nightmare.”

“we can talk through the door.” 

“let’s clean you up and get you to bed, okay?”

“you almost died.” 

“i brought you a blanket.”

“you’re home. you’re safe.” 

“i’m worried about you.”

“is everything okay?”

“tell me how to make it better.”

“it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

“you have to stay awake. come on, give my hand a squeeze.” 

“you’re in the hospital.” 

“think you can make it to the bathroom?”

“no, no. don’t close your eyes.”

It’s all the little details in emeto that really give me the kicks you know.

Like the way their chin and lips are coated in slime and chunks after finishing…or the inside of their mouth, and maybe they’re still coughing and you can hear the mucus in their breath. Maybe they have long hair and it’s gotten sticky because they couldn’t pull it back. How they anxiously move their hands and switch their grip on whatever they’re holding on to before they vomit. The cold sweat that they’re probably too disoriented to even notice. Maybe they were naked and the thick slime and bits of food are stuck to their skin, on their tummy, legs, hands maybe, and it’s ever so slowly getting colder and drier. How their pained moans, retches and burps turn wet and sludgy when their throat is deluged in the contents of their own stomach…how all the different meals they ate come up one after the other, in different textures, some of it more digested and liquidy than the rest, mixing all together again in whatever container or surface they’re hurling in.

your loudmouth character has been cursed by a witch for mouthing off, and as a result, they can only speak 1 more sentence aloud for the rest of their life. after that, they won’t be able to make another sound ever again. how do they learn to communicate? and when they finally use their sentence, what do they say, and to whom?

love it when I get a new favorite character and jump straight into wanting to see him on his hands and knees puking his guts out and burning up with fever