This is hardly a fic, but I felt like it was the thing keeping me from writing the Jonah & Chris vertigo fic, so here have the little blurb so I can Move On with the rest. Jonah learns about Wendy's license and we learn how Leo ended up by Max's bedside in the prev fic.
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Jonah knew he was on borrowed time.
Not only had he not had a vertigo episode in quite a while, but these crises were often triggered by stress... And when Vince showed up at his doorstep at 9 AM on a Friday, when he should have been at the school, Jonah immediately figured out he was doomed.
"A clinic?" he asked, dumbfounded, guilt and concern eating at him. He didn't notice, again. She was ill enough to call her ex in the middle of the night and agree to inpatient treatment, and Jonah wasn't there for her at all—
"Don't do that," Vince reprimanded him, shaking his head. "Don't beat yourself up. Wendy chose it because it would be a more radical treatment and she needs help, but not because she's dying. She's gonna be okay, Jon."
Jonah let out a scoff, crossing his arms in a self-conscious manner. He couldn't help the flow of emotions running through him, from guilt to overwhelming worry, to petty jealousy.
Vin didn't deserve to be on the receiving end of any of those, though, so Jonah only nodded and sat down on his couch's arm, opposite his friend. Vince looked terrible, pale and sickly, clearly worried beyond measure.
"Are you okay?"
"Just tired," Vin yawned, rubbing an eye with the heel of his hand. "I called in sick at work, can you get me a note?"
Jon let out a little snort at the fraudulent note, nodding. "Yeah, of course." He got back up, moving around to grab his work bag, glad that he didn't have a shift that morning. He had to go in that night, though.
"Did Wen... Can I—Can I visit her?"
"She said she'd like that," Vince yawned, following him around, stumbling a little, "but she can only get visits a week from now."
"That's alright..." Jonah retrieved his work case from its usual spot near the dining table and searched for a pen to write down his note. "Sit down, Vin, you're swaying."
"Hmm," Vince nodded, although he didn't move. This close, Jonah could tell he wasn't just pale, but slightly green too, a curl stuck to his clammy forehead.
"Are you sick?" Jonah dropped his pen onto the dining table, turning around to cup Vince's cheeks. It didn't seem like a fever. Vin's face wrinkled with a pained, lopsided smile.
"Just worried," he repeated his previous explanation, lowering Jon's hands away. "Not looking forward to telling the others."
"I'll tell Leo," Jonah said, as if that part wasn't already obvious.
"Thanks—"
"I can tell Luke and Bell, if you want me to. Did Wendy say—"
"Yeah," Vince yawned, blinking heavily, "but I don't think that's a good idea, I'll tell them. They must be worried too. Bella was still awake when I rushed out of the house in the middle of the night."
"At 3 AM?" Jonah scoffed, although he wasn't shocked. It was a well-known fact that Bella was a night owl.
His friend only shrugged, collapsing on the couch across the room. Jonah glared at him until he saw the other man get comfortable, kicking off his boots and stretching on the couch, eyes closed. He let out a breath, then turned to the doctor's note he was supposed to write.
Vince napped on his couch until midday, Jonah tiptoeing around to avoid waking him up.
Later that night, during his shift, Dawson broke the news of Wendy's license, under the guise of a family emergency. Not one doctor paid it any mind, although Jonah saw Claire and Christopher whispering to each other in the doctor's lounge. Whatever they settled on, whether they believed that flimsy excuse to cover up Wen's absence, was none of Jon's business.
Wendy slipped his mind as the shift picked up and only returned when he was doing rounds in the ER and found a familiar man sprawled onto a stretcher, one arm hooked to an IV, the other thrown over his stomach in a protective manner.
"Max? What are you doing here?"
Max let out a tired scoff, glaring at the IV slowly trickling liquid into his bloodstream. "Stomach bug."
"Oh." Jonah looked around, realized Max was alone, because really... Who would've been with him? Vince had gone back to the Atwoods, so emotionally distraught that the four-hour-long nap he took on Jon's couch did very little to wipe away how bone-tired he seemed. Leo had been at work for the largest part of the day and was now asleep at home, none the wiser to everything that transpired, blissfully ignorant... Wendy was gone. Who else would keep Max company?
"When did it start?" He moved closer, squinted at the chart hanging from the metal bottom of his stretcher. Lavin was scribbled in hurried fashion, next to "evaluated by."
"Uhmm..." Max gulped down. Jonah glanced at the IV; it wasn't halfway through. He looked at the chart again, in search of the admittance time. 1:30 AM.
"Thursday after dinner... I already talked with a doctor, Jonah, it's fine. I'm fine."
He didn't look fine. Jonah checked his watch; it was nearly 5 AM. His shift would be over at 7. Judging by the speed at which the IV was dropping, Max would be released a little past 8.
"Okay..."
"Doctor said—" Max gulped down again, muffling a sick belch in his hand. "Wendy's gone...? License..."
Ah, shit. Max didn't know.
How could he? Everything went down while he was busy puking his guts up, alone at home. He obviously didn't go to work; he was unaware of Vince's absence that morning... And Vin was so tired, he probably didn't reach out to Max as soon as he left for the Atwoods. Or maybe he did and Max was too sick to pick up. Either way, Max didn't know.
He sounded hurt. Jonah let out a sigh and moved closer.
"Wen's relapsed," he said in the lowest voice possible, looking over his shoulder to make sure there were no nurses or doctors within earshot. "She checked herself into a clinic."
Max's pale face got even whiter, if possible, and his blonde eyebrows went up his forehead. Then a frown took its place, angry and annoyed, only to melt a second later, replaced with downturned lips and sad eyes.
"She's been looking really sick lately," he settled for saying, careful words, tired. "So her going to a clinic, it's—It's good..." A pause. "Right?"
"Right." Jonah rubbed at his face, allowing some of his own concern to shine through the professional mask. "It's a good thing, it's just... I'm worried."
"I am too." Max nodded, then leaned even further back, staring at the ceiling and gulping down. "When did this happen?"
"Vin drove her to the clinic yesterday morning, but he was dead on his feet when I got a hold of him," he threw Vin a bone by explaining it and Max's eyes sparkled as he seemingly caught the gesture of good faith Jonah was doing. He didn't bring it up, though.
"Vin took her?" Max squirmed on the stretcher, "I'll call him when I leave here, I want to- I need to know-"
"Yeah, I get it," Jonah reached in without thinking, squeezing Max's knee. He was wearing jeans, that couldn't be comfortable, "can I tell Leo you're here? I can't keep you company, I'm at work... But I don't think you should be alone, Max."
Max shrugged, his cheeks turning pink, "I don't need a sitter."
"Don't be obtuse about it," Jonah rolled his eyes, "the question was rhetorical, I'm calling him."
"Hmm," Max squinted at him, "it's the middle of the night, Jonah."
"Yeah, and you're sick," Jon moved his hand away, mind made up, "get some rest."
Leo's voice was laced with sleep and concern, as he picked up Jonah's call at 5h30 AM. It took a couple minutes to calm him down and then again, when Jonah told him about Max being in the ER.
It made him feel all fuzzy inside when he saw Leo running through the hospital doors, thirty minutes later. This was the right thing to be done.
With that solved, Jonah returned back to work, hoping the wooziness that was starting to take over him was nothing more than exhaustion after a long work shift.
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not the kink i usually talk abt here but i wish there was more male ankle sprain content. it’s like, completely dominated by women. which i guess is because more often than not it’s a foot fet thing but i just want to see more guys injured and hurting and getting pampered uhmmm
hihi idk if this flavor of weird is allowed but um ... maybe t3nna contractions or pipis squirming in his tumby...have him be a widdle uncomfortable as a treat... ohh his whumpness...
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Big fan of when a character is vocal about their stomach problem. The loud upset noise coming out of their belly, and they go "ugh, my stomach..." while actively rubbing it, trying to find some relief. And, maybe, when they feel some pressure in it and realize what does that mean, they whisper "not now" in annoyance, thinking that maybe it'll be okay and the pain will pass by without any consequencces for their poor digestive system, that is over-working already. But, of course, it won't just "pass by". When their stomach continues to grumble, we can hear their quiet "ouch, ouch, ouch", "it doesn't sound good", "ough, my tummy..". And when something finally shifts inside their guts, they stand up quickly, pressing their hand on the stomach, and say to themselves: "oh, it's gonna be bad", before running to the nearest bathroom, while their upset tummy is trying to hold everything in.
Love it when a character having hard time with their stomach. They're in the bathroom, they think their organs is gonna come out. Their stomach gurgles like crazy, high pitched noises from their very twisted guts. Then they finally feel relief. They wash their hands, thinking "thank god it's over". They're going out of the bathroom. But they can't make even one step before suddenly something shifts. A low, long noise coming out of their upset stomach. They press their hand on it only to understand: "yeah, there's coming another round" and rush to the bathroom as quick as possible.
need more people doing weird shit in the studio that effects tenna in weird and strange ways bc he Is the studio his #buildingswag someone deciding to clog the pipes for fun leads to awful miserable tummy ache time for tenna. the pipes. the pipes. everyone make him weird as fuck about the pipes ok? for me?
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your FC has been constipated for the past week. like literally nothing has come out of them. once you find out about this you immediately drag them to the bathroom and give them and enema
they’re lying on a bath towel rubbing their completely rock hard stomach as a bunch of warm water flows into them, making their stomach even more solid. they moan with pain as they feel themselves get impossibly full
when it’s done, you take the tube out and tell them to hold it
but they can’t
with a huge moan, a week worths of completely liquid shit waterfalls out of them. they’re whimpering and groaning, quickly rubbing their huge belly to stop the cramping. it’s creating a giant puddle behind them, and it’s fill flowing out impossibly fast. they almost cry with pain as round after round speed out of them, releasing huge wet farts as well
you sit with them, stroking their hair and assuring them that you aren’t mad at them for making a mess and that it can be cleaned up later. you lay your hand on their belly and push more liquid out all over the towel
after 20 minutes of almost non stop shitting, your FC is finally able to get up. you help them into a warm shower, hoping that it will help with the cramps. you bend them over and wash all of the diarrhea off of them (it’s everywhere: butt, lower back, legs) , since their too exhausted to do it themselves
after the shower, you tuck them into bed, and they fall asleep on you while you rub their very sore and still very noisy tummy
extremely obvious to anyone whos ever seen me post anything but i am a huge fan of words that suggest that the belly is bigger than it should be. not just round as in full or bulging as in plump, but bloated as in uncomfortable, swollen as in overfilled, distended as in concerning. big big fan of placing emphasis on the bellys distress
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