#illness tw

I think I got off easy because it was a one-shot

guys. i'm gonna hold your hand when i say this... we've had social media for over a decade. if everyone just recently is struggling with their brain function, it's probably something more recent. like the disabling virus still going around that everyone is ignoring which causes brain damage.

Yes we can 🥰 warnings: blood, mentions of injury/surgery, physical illness

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Bender Bending Rodriguez

☆ Of course Bender will try to play it off and act nonchalant, outwardly offering a mildly concerned expression and a comment about how fragile meat bodies are. One would think it was just an interruption to his day the way he seemed to want to move on.

☆ Inside, though? Bender is freaking out, processors flaring as they ruminate over the scenarios of a life without you…and they do not handle it well. He can’t lose your attention let alone your role as his favorite person, your presence at his side sharing a drink, the way you touch him and let him all but get away with murder. None of it.

☆ On his way Bender is fidgeting and swaying, pacing and completely unable to stand still. If anyone brings it up, he’ll claim he’s just bored and they’re going too slow actually.

☆ “What’s up?” You hear Bender’s voice in a deeply failed attempt to sound like he happened to be there. “I got you some flowers. Figured, you know, it’s a little plain in here and maybe they’d help you remember me by. Did you miss me? Oh, and how’s your shoulder? Did they let you keep the knife? How big was it?"

☆ Shaking your head, you smile wearily up at him and sit up, wincing. Pushing aside the hideously patterned powder blue fabric the hospital draped you with, you reveal a crimson-stained bandage wrapped from the base of your neck, under and around your arm, leaning so your flushed head brushes against the cool steel of his shoulder.

☆ “Oh, alright, fine, quit badgering me! I missed you like crazy, is that what you wanted to hear? I love you and couldn’t believe even your inferior human body was going to fail that soon! Geez!” Bender bursts out in feigned indignation you smile at and let play out, his visor quickly straightening and narrowing from seeming anger to sadness as he starts sobbing. “I didn’t know what I was going to do without you! Not without being really, really bored!” “I love you, too, Bender, and don’t worry,” you tease, pulling him closer with your non-bandaged arm, “You’re not ride of me yet! Thank you for the flowers.” “Only the best for you, baby.”

Phillip J Fry

☆ Fry is the first thing you’ll see when you come to, his eyes blinking away tears and widening in a tired smile. Five o’clock shadow has built up on his face and you wonder how long you’ve been out when you see him.

☆ “Did I go into a coma over it?” Your anesthesia-addled brain blurts out its first thought. “No, but I was scared anyway!” Fry answers, gripping your hand in both of his. “What did they take out?” “It was a hernia,” you reply, hissing when you shift, “Nothing came out, they only put something in.”

☆ “Wait, what was it that got so much worse on that last mission then?” “Part of one of my organs peeked through its linings and they had to put it back in and support it with a little screen.” Cue Fry politely trying and failing miserably to hide his dry heaving.

☆ The others tell you how gently Fry touched you when you were out, his fingers stroking yours and only letting go when he was forced to eat and used the restroom one single time.

☆ “You’re going to be down for a long time, huh? Well, I’ll be the one who helps you walk again!” “Actually this is an outpatient procedure, I’ll be going home at the end of the day and hopefully walking a little by later today or tomorrow.” “Wow, they put your guts back in and you’re up that fast? The future is amazing!” “It was the same in your time,” you chuckle, leaning over to kiss his cheek, “but yes it is.”

☆ Fry is going to be bragging about you all week, holding your hand up in his as if it's a gold medal, not only because you're his partner but because you, in his words, "survived your organs falling out like it was no big deal". You don't bother correcting him, not when he's been so attentive and affectionate these days."

Turanga Leela

☆ She was there with you when it happened. She watched you go down, tumbling helplessly to the ground before she could run to catch you. You were in her arms as soon as you could be and it was Leela who called for help.

☆ Absolutely fights the paramedics to get to ride with you and only lets go of your hand if she has to for medical reasons like moving for pulse checking, shots, or an IV.

☆ They tell you they’re worried about your chances but Leela, right outside the doors, insists you’ll be fine. You have to be.

☆ Anything they can try, even a risky surgery or transplant of necessary, and she’ll insist they do it immediately. She won’t stop until you’re ok again.

☆ You awake with your hand in hers, eyes fluttering as they focus on Leela’s loving gaze. “I knew you could do it. I knew you’d be alright.” “It’s because I had the best captain in the solar system to protect me.”

☆ Without thinking, she pulls you into her chest, stopping only when a faint hiss of pain escapes you. Stiffening, Leela keeps careful hold of your shoulders, gently taking you at arms’ length. “I’m ok,” you tell her, “All thanks to you.”

Amy Wong

☆ Gapes and cries out, but shakes herself back into focus very quickly to jump into the nearest ship. Hell, if she has to she'd jump onto her party board and ride to you!

☆ Decorates your hospital room or at least your bed if they don’t let her cover it all in flowers, balloons, streamers, or images of your favorite places.

☆ “Don’t worry, you still look cute in your hospital gown,” Amy teases you with a wink, then falters slightly, “and with that massive bloody tear across your back…”

☆ Insists you recover on one of her family’s properties since the Wongs spare no expense on comfort and staff. You’ll have your pick between a swanky hotel, a classic seaside home, or even Amy’s ranch itself if you’re ok dealing with her parents!

☆ Don’t think for a second having staff around means Amy’s going hands-off! They may handle some of the more clinical things like changing bandages or bringing painkillers, but Amy herself is the one helping you bathe and putting her arm around you to help you walk when blood loss has you feeling weak. Only Amy is the one catching you when your heart pounds and legs falter.

☆ When you're further healed, Amy loves drawing next to or even over your scar gently, turning it from a huge mission wound into something even more beautiful. She also loves tracing her hands over it when you embrace for a hug or kiss.

Hermes Conrad

☆ Absolutely frantic the moment he receives the call, eyes alternately widening and falling as he runs through scenarios in his head, takes a mental inventory of what he should bring for you.

☆ Still incredibly polite and cooperative with all the hospital staff, actually answering their questions and signing in properly…then running to you!

☆ When the surgeon explains what happened, Hermes will be off to the nearest computer for some obsessive research on your condition. Knowledge is power, after all!

☆ Due to the research as well as his love for you, Hermes won’t let anyone else touch you beside the doctors or, of course, him. Professionals can handle the big stuff but he’ll be by your side changing your bandages or helping you get a drink.

☆ Medication prescribed? Hermes is on it. Timers set for every instance of administering. Painkillers, antibiotics, you name it and Hermes will insist you take it.

☆ He acts very stoic for you in the face of your bleeding, wounds, and stitches, but the moment you turn around he’s gaping in horror.

John Zoidberg

☆ Will shove anyone and anything out of the way to get to you, nothing else matters. “I’m a doctor, I know what the patient needs!” Even if he doesn’t, dammit if he won’t pull the doctor card to stay by your side!

☆ Having a throat wound is a particularly nasty spot, one that is accompanied by a lot of blood going where it shouldn’t…and coming back out too. “Fascinating! Is that some sort of defense mechanism?” “John,” you type on the device the doctors quickly gave you since you couldn’t speak with a constant stream of blood running up, “That was called vomiting blood and we are not supposed to do that.” “Oh. …Oh, god!”

☆ Leans in trying to look into your throat when the doctor and his team of nurses are numbing you down to pack the wound.

☆ “Don’t forget, it’s time for your spray!” John holds up the remainder of the bottle they’d used last night in his claw. “Oh, the doctor said I don’t have to use that, that’s just extra if I’m having pain.” “Well, are you in pain?” “Well, I don’t feel great…” “Then let me help you, it’s what I do! Even if I wasn’t a doctor, I’m still your man.”

☆ “I’m back on soft foods,” you explain at one point, "I can't eat anything that could jeopardize these wounds again." Cue your beloved doctor blending up anything and everything with no regard for the combos. Speaking from experience, you do not want that tuna smoothie he just made you. It's not terrible but you will not finish it.

☆ "So you're stuck in bed all day?" "M-hm," you nod weakly, "I'll need quite some time to get my strength back after that blood loss." "Hooray!" Misguided as it seems, John's just happy he gets an excuse to climb in bed with you and stay while fulfilling his doctor duties of keeping watch over you.

Kif Kroker

☆ Blinking back tears and breathing so heavy he’ll be inflating like a balloon in the way he does.

☆ “I would donate my blood…if only I had any!”

☆ Rushes into your room calling out ‘my love!’ and immediately reaching for your hand so long as he can take it. If your hands are in a cast he’ll just lay his gently atop them. Anything akin to the contact he craves, the reassurance you’re together again.

☆ Kif is on your care, telling you to rest and sleep off the medication you were given while he writes down your recovery process to a T.

☆ Alarms are set for reapplication of your bandages, for the product carefully applied over your stitches, and of course for pain meds, all of which are given by Kif’s hand and Kif’s alone.

☆ You’ll also be offered a few odd Amphibiosan remedies, up to you if you want those or not!

Zapp Brannigan

☆ Will immediately abandon his post if he has to, sacking Kif with whatever duty he’s on to get to you as fast as space travel gets him.

☆ He’s rushing in headlong, pulling rank and fame if anyone tries to question or detain him on the way to you.

☆ Probably asks if it was a brave sacrifice or it looked cool or some shit 😔🤙🏻 also offers to beat up whoever hurt you if it was someone. And someone not too scary.

☆ Offers to “kiss your boo boo”, eyebrows shooting up and down, only to recoil when he sees the crimson-soaked bandage wrapping your entire chest. “Eugh!”

☆ You knew it was coming, but he's going to make Kif do all the dirty work 💔 his second-in-command will be the one cleaning around your stitches and rewrapping you, but ol' Zappster has laying you down in bed, curling gently around you so as not to disturb your wound, and of course massages for you down 😏

Through Every Cough and Sigh

Tags: Welt x Reader, Dan Heng x Reader, Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Illness, Caretaking, Fluff, Soft Moments, Slow Burn.

A/N: I’m so sorry for what you're going through, It’s the worst when allergies turn into something worse. That constant coughing, the struggle to catch your breath, and the chest pain make everything feel so exhausting. I know it can be frustrating when you're stuck trying to sleep but can’t. Please make sure to rest as much as you can and drink plenty, even if it’s hard. I hope you feel better soon! You’ve got this! 🤧💪❤️‍🩹

You had been sneezing incessantly for days, your chest tight, your breathing shallow. But it wasn’t until your throat felt like it was closing up that you realized the situation had escalated. A persistent sinus infection had spiraled into full-blown bronchitis, leaving you exhausted and vulnerable, unable to muster even a hint of annoyance at the usual noise outside your room.