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I am an ABSOLUTE SLUT for sickies who are so out of it and unable to do anything but collapse, essentially. So here’s some of my fave stuff involving that. (More tropes than scenarios tbh, but whatever.)

ーsickie leaning their head on their caretaker’s shoulder

ーhead in lap is also Very Good

ーsickie falling asleep on the caretaker, especially in public, and the caretaker just smiling fondly at the sight

ーthe little touches a caretaker gives to the sickie: hand rubbing wide circles on the sickie’s back through a harsh coughing fit, brushing sweaty bangs off a fevered forehead, caretaker cupping the sickie’s cheek (bonus points for the sickie leaning into the touch), oh man so many

ーchills are the fucking cutest. Caretaker just piling on the blankets, offering to run out and grab more because the closet is empty, sickie insisting from their nest that it’s okay and they’re fine, even as they continue to shiver

ーsleep intimacy in general gives me butterflies 😍

ーI love the noises of discomfort. Little whines/moans/whimpers etc when sleeping (hello nightmares!), an “ow” after a rough coughing fit or sneeze, a groan as the sickie flops on the bed, closes their eyes and mutters “I hate being sick.”

Troubled breathing? 👀👀

bonus: Mere seconds later a hand suddenly grabs him--Yuuri-- who caries him back to the surface. He's still unconscious, limp against Yuuri's shoulder against the crashing waves, but they manage to get to shore. Yuuri is determined, not an ounce of panic in him, but instead he's driven by fear as he performs mouth to mouth on Victor.

And he shouts in frustration as he shakes Victor's chest-- "BREATHE!"-- he yells, and after another mouth to mouth, Victor does. He's coughing out seawater and sees beatiful brown eyes before him as he squints against the sky, confused. "Yuuri?" he asks, and relief washes over Yuuri who smiles as he collapses onto the sand, exhausted.

A handful of times, yes. I was diagnosed with low blood pressure a while back so passing out was definitely a thing that happened. Getting blood drawn and even getting vaccines would make me incredibly dizzy so I have to get those done laying down to be safe, though it’s gotten much better now that I’m taking iron and other supplements.

THIS KILLED ME DEAD THANKS HERE YA GO

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“Please, you need to calm down.”

Victor is anything but calm. He’s panicking, the heart rate monitor he is hooked up to beeping loud and insistent in a way that only aggravates the throbbing in his head. He’s being held down by a woman in a doctor’s uniform, a couple of other people are surrounding Victor, ready to move into action when given the word. How the hell is he supposed to stay calm like this?!

He has no idea what’s going on, or what happened. All he knows is he woke up with no memory of how he got hereーwherever here even isー and now he is terrified and needs to get out. Needs to escape from this bed and run out the doors. He’s not too sure what he’ll do from there, but he can figure that out later. For now, the only thing on his mind is the desperate need to escape.

He thrashes against the arms holding him down, kicking out his legs for good measure, but all that does is cause pain to flare up. Victor squeezes his eyes shut and moans. Voices sound all around him, there’s too much sound, far too much for Victor’s overloaded and panicking brain to construe. Through the disorienting haze, Victor hears someone say, “You have to stand back.”

Everything feels like too much. The smell of antiseptics is sharp and nauseating. The lights above him are too bright, even with his eyes squeezed shut. The throbbing in his head is excruciating, the confusion and fear is overwhelming. “Stop…” Victor manages to get out past a tight and dry throat. “Please…”

“Hold him down,” that same voice from before orders, before more armsーas firm as the words commandedーpin him down so he is unable to move.

“No,” Victor weakly tries to protest. He opens his eyes to try and plead with woman there, his panic only increasing further at the sight of a long, slender needle held in her gloved hand. His eyes remain fixed on it, unable to tear his gaze away. His pulse pounds in his ears, and he tries futilely once again to free himself, but he’s only held down tighter.

Fingers are locked around his wrists, like cuffs pinning him to a table to be tortured. More weight is pressed on his legs, though less so on the one he can now distantly tell is injured. A palm is splayed over Victor’s chest, and he’s sure they can feel the rapid thump of his heart as it threatens to beat out of his chest. They can certainly hear it too, broadcasted by the equipment next to his bed.

The woman holding the needle moves, doing something with it that Victor cannot see. And then, after a long momentーfilled only with the rapid rise and fall of Victor’s chestーthe arms that are relentlessly pinning him to the bed ease. Victor nearly cries in relief. He can move again, put up a fight against these people, whoever they even are.

He tries to move his arms. Though they are no longer being pinned, they feel unusually weighed down. Sluggish, out of his control.

Victor blinks slowly. “Wha…?”

His brain quickly becomes shrouded in a heavy fog. He’s no longer consumed by panic, though it lingers at the edges of his consciousness as he struggles to understand why he no longer possesses his strength. He tries to lift his head, but moving only causes the room to spin. He lets himself weakly fall back against the pillow.

“There you go,” a voice gently soothes. “Sleep.”

Victor doesn’t want to sleep. He still doesn’t know where he is, or how he ended up here, or why his head is throbbing and his leg feels like it got run over by a truck. He doesn’t know what awaits him in the darkness that’s closing in on him with every passing second, and it terrifies him. He doesn’t know what will await him on the other side of it, the next time he regains consciousness.

He tries to do somethingーanythingーto fight back, but even moving his fingers requires a tremendous amount of effort. His eyelids feel like they weigh a tonne, but he refuses to close them. He looks around the room, desperately searching for an exit. He has to get out of here. He has toー

“It’s okay,” a voice soothes, and it’s a different voice this time. One that Victor recognizes in an instant. He didn’t even notice he was in the room, but now he’s leaning over Victor’s bed. A hand comes up to caress his cheek, his soft brown eyes giving away the worry masked by his sweet but strained smile.

“Yuuri…” Victor gets out past slow-moving lips, but Yuuri only shushes him.

“Don’t talk, just rest,” Yuuri whispers, still stroking Victor’s cheek. “It’s okay,” he says again, and Victor lets himself believe it. If Yuuri is here, then Victor knows he’s safe. Through the gentleness of his voice, the warmth of his touch, Victor feels himself falling deeper and deeper. The darkness doesn’t seem so scary anymore. In fact, it seems inviting. The panic recedes, his breaths even out, the rhythmic beep of the heart rate monitor slows to its normal pace. His eyelids droop, then at last slip shut.

Not rude at all!! If anything it’s flattering! The thought that I have people interested in my writing is just!!! ❤❤❤

I’ll put them under the cut because I have quite a handful ^-^;;