Miles and miles and miles of hurt

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whumpee propped up against the pillows, eager to be active but unable to move around all that much; perhaps tomorrow they’ll be able to sit properly, at least

whumpee leaning on caretaker’s shoulder when they try to get up and walk for the first time since the injury

whumpee held up in a saddle, caretaker sitting behind them with their arm wrapped protectively around whumpee’s chest

whumpee sitting at the backseat of a car, their head pressed to the cool glass; they’re still shivering but caretaker’s coat’s warm and cozy, it feels like home, and they can’t help but relax

whumpee leaning on the table, eyes closed and breaths shaky, when a sudden fainting spell washes over them

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my Jayvik Prof AU since that's what won the poll. Probably 5 parts given how I split all the prompts up. Unlike Feveruary this isn't going to have a plot, just Viktor going thru it with fluff and a bit of angst.

Part 1

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The couch wasn't comfortable. However, as Jayce lay there staring up at the ceiling, it would do for now. As exhausted as feels, sleep simply won't come. Too many worries circling his mind. Viktor not being next to him also makes it difficult. Phone in hand, he swipes to look at the time.

3:41 am.

Exhaling, he decides mindless scrolling will be the best distraction for the moment. Just as he opens an app, the bedroom door creaks open, and the familiar sound of a cane hitting the floor.

Immediately, he's up, almost running into Viktor as they met at the hallway end.

"Hey baby, it's the middle of the night. Why are you up." Jayce asks as he pulls the blanket loosely drapped over his partners shoulders closer around him. Even in the darkness, it's still very apparent how pale Viktor is.

"I could ask you...the same." Viktor struggles to speak as soft amber eyes look up.

"Couldn't sleep, and I didn't want my constant tossing to wake you." He says. It's half true.

Viktor gives a tired nod before bringing his hand still covered by the blanket up. A deep wet cough rattles out of him, shaking his frail frame. Jayce reaches behind placing a hand on Viktor's waist, sucking in a breath as he listens to how bad that cough still sounds.

It bends Viktor over as he fights for air, finally passing after what seems like an eternity. Specks of sweat dot Viktor's hairline as he clears his throat.

"Come on, back to bed." Jayce says softly as he leads them back to the bedroom.

Another cough erupts as Viktor sits on the bed. Jayce’s heart aches, seeing his poor partner suffer.

"Here, I'll adjust the pillows so you're sitting up better." Jayce takes one fluffing it before Viktor slowly leans back.

"Thanks." Viktor mumbles, weary eyes closing. "Please stay."

"I will." Jayce replies, giving Viktor's warm hand a squeeze. "Try to sleep."

A few minutes later that ragged breathing calms a bit but it's still far too congested for Jayce's ears. Sighing he rubs his forehead as a headache begins to form.

-My energy levels were like being on a roller coaster; I would be half dead for an hour or two, laying under layers of blankets and would then have five minutes of energy pumping through my veins. I stayed home from school that day and I remember feeling awful in the morning, I took a nap, and then was up and normal for a few hours. I showered, I worked on school, I scrolled on here, I listened to music. And then it plummeted real fast: I remember trying to focus on an assignment and then getting a massive headache and feeling light-headed so I laid down and covered myself in blankets and I was half-dead for basically the rest of the day

And I think that should be used more often in whump. Imagine Caretaker checking in on Whumpee: who was dead asleep, cold yet sweating, and melting into the bed; only to see them up and about 30 minutes later getting food or a glass of water like they didn't just look like a person on their death bed: then Caretaker's like 'dude what the, get back to bed you idiot, you're sick' and Whumpees just like '???? I feel fine?' and then 30 minutes later Whumpee is back where they started, stuck in a vicious cycle

-I know we've all seen the 'such high fever that they're deliriously emotional' but sweetheart I don't even think I was that delirious and that was probably one of my most emotional days of my life; I would get mad, then angry, then I would want to cry, and then I would just go back to neutral: I think I remember being on the verge of tears because of my covers not cooperating

-I WAS SO COLD. I WAS FREEZING MY BUTT OFF. I always see fevers that make Whumpee feel hot but that was NOT me, I remember literally shivering even though I had MULTIPLE layers on and I low-key don't know why because I also assumed that it would feel hot while being on the verge of being baked alive in your own body but that's just me

And that's all pookies

(Fevers between 100,4°F and 104,9°F)

Usually, my fevers make me feel very, very cold, but I don't let myself get a lot of covers because the cold is a consequence of how hot my body temperature is. So if I use a lot of covers, I will only get my body even warmer, which will worsen the fever. I usually use cold towels on the forehead or neck. (At least, I've been teached those things all my life, don't take my words as professional advice, I'm just sharing my own experience)

I personally never had a boost of energy. Fever always leaves me extremely tired, without appetite, with a headache (especially the temples and behind the eyes), shivering, weak, and usually nauseated. I usually depend on someone else to help me do most daily stuff, even a little.

My emotional state truly goes a bit wild during fevers. I feel the need to cry easily, but I don't think anger is a feeling I usually have during fevers (perhaps because I don't feel it often even when I'm healthy). I get clingy, perhaps because of a natural human instinct to need someone else during a vulnerable state. Besides that, I get very bored (because I don't have the energy or strength to do much) and frustrated with how uncomfortable the symptoms are.

(This is the 104,9°F fever). As far as I can remember, I've only ever had an actual delirious episode once during a fever (if it happened more times, I was too sick or too young to remember them).

- It started at night, when I was asleep. My fever went higher, and my nausea got worse, so I woke up and tried to make myself more comfortable, but my coordination was terrible, the room seemed all wrong (too wide, then too small), the lights seemed dimmer than I remembered, and I couldn't think well.

- I remember that night seemed to last days, because I checked my phone, and everytime, it had absurd numbers that went higher than 24 hours, or that made no sense comparing to the last number I checked (like going back a few hours or show that it was day, when it wasn't).

- I also remember being so out of it that I talked to myself, thinking someone was with me (I didn't see anyone) for some reason, and I didn't even think of calling for someone in the house.

- Other memories were lost on me because of how sick I was, but I remember being so, so distressed and confused that I cried during it, because I knew something was wrong, and the delirium symptoms just kept coming in waves and not letting me sleep. It was one of the most scary feelings I've ever had in my life, because it felt like being trapped in a weird time loop of nausea, weakness, hallucinations and confusion, without being able to even sit on the bed or call for someone.

- (I'm pretty sure I had a lot of fever dreams because I kept waking up and going back to sleep with how sick and tired I was, but the thing is... I couldn't tell when I was awake and when I was asleep. The delirium made it all seem like one thing, so these symptoms I've described could be real life or fever dreams, but it felt like all real to me, and I remember them clearly as a memory. So you can make a feverish whumpee think something happened, and caretaker being like, "ahm, I was here the whole time, whumpee, that didn't happen")

So yeah, those are the things I remembered about my own fevers. I just thought it would be okay to share them, too. Fevers can be a bit different for each person, especially depending on WHY you're having a fever (an injury infection, a virus infection and what type, heat stroke, medications, etc), so the most experiences you read, the better you can write a feverish whumpee :)

it might be neglected because it’s harder to convey in writing without sounding kinda goofy, but i’m always a fan when something conveys sounds like:

the clatter of chattering teeth.

those short breathy bursts when someone gets a chill and shudders.

the little waver in someone’s voice as they battle the deep shivers in their core.

the rustle of fabric as someone tries to chafe warmth into chilled bones.

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