Angel coming in to check on him. As well as give him some tea with honey.
“Anything I can get for you?”
"That will do for now. I cannot impose so much on you when this is something I can just endure and let the sickness take its course. That, and I don't want to spread what I have." He reaches for the tea with honey and drinks, relaxing for the meantime before nodding to Angel, smiling through his illness.
"Thank you so very much. You are beyond kind, Miss Angel."
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That afternoon, the toddler made her way over to where Ash was sitting. In her mouth was a water bottle she had collected from the fridge. She set it down next to their foot and gently pawed at their shin. Only when the bottle was taken did she move, grabbing their medicine and repeating the process.
Light gave a snort. “She does the same thing at home with me when I have a migraine coming on.”
[Unprompted? || Accepting!]
Ash had initially been confused by the water bottle, but accepted it with a quiet 'thank you'. The worst of the illness had passed, thank goodness- but after that initial wakeup of feeling 'better than they had in weeks',...there had come lingering sensations. The day after, they'd found it a touch difficult to breathe. And now, a faint sting in their throat. It wouldn't surprise them if they were going to be struck by some hideous headache later, as the last vestiges of their energon-exposure tried desperately to keep ground.
"Uh?..." She'd trotted right back, the small bottle of meds they'd been taking held in Gibbous' jaws. She set the meds down practically in their lap.
"...she's scary-good at tellin', huh?" They uncapped the bottle and shook out two pills- before plopping said pills on their tongue. They were chased by a large swig of water with little preamble. Better to accept it and take the meds now, than regret not-taking them later.
That didn't mean they didn't shudder as the pills went down, though. Try as they might, Ash was far from desensitized to such things, yet.
"Thank you, Gibbous." Hopefully, they'd just dodged an afternoon of ice-packs and headaches. "I might walk around the base a touch- try to get back some more stamina. Either of you wanna come with?" They shifted on the couch.
It was with genuine curiosity and concern that brought the toddler over to where Ash was resting on the couch. In her mouth was her new favorite plush, a cephalopod the same size as her, and she dragged it along the floor by one tentacle.
At the edge of the couch, she paused, sniffing a moment before jumping up to join them. She booped their arm, wiggling herself into a comfortable position to lie just slightly on their chest. Soft little purrs came with the action.
Purrs made everything better. Purrs would make Ash better. She just knew it.
Light looked over from where he was sitting atop the console with his laptop, typing away and trying to bypass a bottleneck on the internet for the Autobot systems. "At least you know she'll alert if something changes."
[Unprompted? || Accepting!]
Ash wasn't as-comfortable making noise as they'd been a few days ago. Whatever this illness was, it seemed to grow irritated with vocal use- so they'd tried to limit their noises for the most part. That didn't prevent them from humming a small, curious note as Gibbous caught their attention.
It jumped briefly in time to Gibbous' own hop, before she settled down. They nearly felt like they were back home, with Hex laying on them while she purred away.
"Brought a friend, huh?..." They were never above giving Gibbous a few pets. Guilt squirmed and wriggled in their chest. They were surely worrying her. "Nice t'meet'em."
"Hopefully she'll only notice good ones." They'd be royally pissed (whether at themself, their body, or otherwise, God only knew) if they got worse. There was no desire in the brunet's mind to return to the sensations of that first night. They were still grateful for the company, though. Better to not be alone when they felt like absolute crap.
Ash snagged their water bottle and took a swig, before their throat could even think of plotting a rebellion against them.
slightly concerned by my cough. I think my mom said she was worried it was phemonia but I don't remember. I wonder how seriouse she is about taking me to a doctor. i've had the cough at least a few weeks but this always happens after i've had a cold. It just lingers. But today it feels extra watery and I keep spitting down the sink drain and I don't appreciate that. I don't expect it's any genuine problem. Just posting this in case I die.
"I'm not disgusted by you, I didnt' want you to get the wrong idea." Crowley admitted with a slight frown. "I'm nauseous, and I don't really know why."
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My granddad finally had some nurses come out to visit and they’re taking him into hospital today for the next several weeks. He was quite bad yesterday. Hopefully this means he’ll finally get all the checks and care he needs.
⋆ ⭒˚。 [ jack innanen, cis man, he/they ] was that FRASER SWORDS i just saw over at FLO's ? you know, the TWENTY SEVEN year old HORSE WRANGLER / FORMER INFLUENCER that’s been around willow glen for TWO WEEKS IN WILLOW GLEN. people around town say they can somehow both be PESSEMISTIC and KIND-HEARTED, but if you were to ask them, they’d probably say they’re more like LIFE IN A FLASHBACK YOU CAN'T PRESS PLAY ON, THE GUILT OF LEAVING EVERYTHING BEHIND, CHOSING TO BE KIND INSTEAD OF ANYTHING ELSE FOR YOUR OWN SANITY. the town sure has been rumbling about them lately, apparently they HE'S TRACKED DOWN HIS BIRTH PARENTS TO WILLOW GLEN . . . but who knows if that’s true, i guess i’ll just have to stop by THE OAKS and find out !
name. fraser (fray-zer) jude swords. nickname(s). give him one! age. twenty-seven. birthday. august 26th. birth place. rhyolite, nevada. gender. cis man. sexuality. bisexual. pronouns. he/him. height. 6'1" . oppucation. horse wranger for a rescue nonprofit (started by his fiance), former influencer (since childhood).
mother. birth mother, unknown. jessa swords (n.ludlow), mommy-blogger / columnist. father. birth father, unknown. bernard ‘bowie’ swords, ranch hand. siblings. various – all adopted. children. none thank the heavens. pets. dorry, 4yr old chesapeak bay retriever. significant other. wanted connection – soon.
‼️ warnings for: foster care / adoption, illness and cause of disability (hearing loss), child exploitation (in the form of first gen youtube vlogging / mommyblogging).
ABANDONMENT, FOSTER CARE, SICK INFANT TW / a safe haven baby, fraser was already sick when his mother left him at the hospital door — name attached to the sticky note and no one to be found, he was quickly placed into the nevada foster care system. diagnosed with meningitis at the age of two months old, fraser would deal with the lasting effects for the rest of his life.
his new mom jessa, and dad, bowie, would do everything they could to help him adjust. jessa come from a long line of do whatever i want money, using it to fulfill her dreams of passing down knowledge from one mother to another. her column, mom's the word, was printed in various parenting magazines throughout the united states and abroad. bowie is a semi-known cattle shower and ranch hand, raising his kids on the farm inherited to him from generations in nevada.
fraser grew up on the vast land – acres of spooling hills in the minden, nevada area, learning from his father and uncles how best to treat animals and the space around them. throughout this time, fras became infatuated with horses. how they run free, how strong and powerful they are. he became obsessed with learning every single thing about it.
EXPLOTATION TW / by the time fraser was 9 years old, his life had already been blasted across various early-wed platforms for the world to see. his mom discovered vlogging when youtube was still in the early aughts, and fraser didn't know how bad it could become. family vacations only done for content, a move to los angeles to create a content space that was bought out by a larger company. he didn't know what was going on – reaping the benefits of it instead of thinking about it too much. as he grew older, he wanted his privacy. there was no reason his first kiss was caught on camera, no reason for people to be able to figure out where he went to school; fraser began to pull away from his mother, and she began to pull him forward. the idea of going to college couldn't come soon enough.
despite family vlogging long becoming something seen as dangerous and nasty (rightfully so), fraser knows that his mother craves attention first and foremost – so she's adapted to the times. now she does tiktok and instagram reels, but thankfully, all of her children have seen the light and essentially left her to her own devices.
fraser attended colorado state university on a full-free (thanks, football) and attended for equine science with a promise of having a job back home on the farm when he's done. it wasn't that simple. attempts his own influencer career of the back of his mother, mostly about nature and animals (yes i'm stealing the hit tiktok sensation “what's inside that rock?”), but became bored of it rather quickly despite his success (even if it is nepotism-esque in nature. he deserves it.)
things came to a head with jessa when fraser had spent a few years back at home: graduated with is degree, and frankly, did not want to go back home — but he said he would, and fraser jude sticks to his words. she's nagging, his father is growing tired of it, and so is everyone else.
began to spiral out of control a bit — heavily leaning on his long-distance partner, spending all of his time working and planning for his next visit to see them. it's a drunken 4 am when he gets the next idea: figure out where i came from. it was offhanded, and stupid maybe, but fraser is not the type of guy to get an idea and let it go. quite the opposite.
hours turn into days, days into months, months into about 2 years — and during the time, things with his partner became serious enough that when he finally tracked down his birth mother to … willow glen, which also happened to be his partners hometown… it was a done deal. packing up and leaving his beloved farm behind with intent to return someday (he still misses you, seabiscuit), fraser and his partner got a place at the oaks, ready to play detective and hopeful that maybe this time things will go right.
🐎 yeehaw….
due to the meningitis as an infant, fraser has moderate bilateral hearing loss: hearing loss in both ears. for perspective, in a quiet library or resturant he likely will not be able to follow a conversation. fraser learned sign language at a young age but still prefers verbal speech. it just takes him a bit longer to grasp the conversation. he's trying his best thank u <3
no longer an influencer; while he technically only was through out a few broken years of college, it didn't matter to him – he hates the idea of being known in such a public manner that it gives him nightmares to this day. will be extremely hesitant around cameras and the like. the accounts are still up, but he changed the password as to not log in. he has a private instagram and tiktok and thats IT!
obsessed with horses and spent a majority of his life around them, but is comfortable with all other animals as well. he loves wolves, dogs, beavers and cats.
lowkey a girly pop <3 loves pop music and cuddly items and is generally a very chill guy; gives good advice but never follows it, obsessed with stationary for some reason?, loves pop-rock 2000's music but also dad rock (he's a big daughtry fan), and has a very specific candle he found over a decade at tjmaxx that he won't ever burn again because he's scared it'll never be found. rip
solely wears carhartt. fucking walking tractor supply co ad right here
personality wise, he's extremely friendly and outgoing, but tends to shy away from strong personalities. it's given chihuahua vs pitbull energy. attracts the people who don't have a lot of friends, and tries to be there for everyone he can. has a very very very big heart thats too big for his body. is a big dramatic cry baby.
🐎 i wouldn't wanna do it with anybody else
FIANCE: this person is 26-28, they likely met at college but i'd be down for otherwise too. they're his bestiepop and are originally from willow glen. i'm super open and will likely make this a wc on da main, but :B
BIRTH MOTHER: this person is likely 50+, though i'm open to anything. fraser has spent the last 2-3 years of his life tracking them down to willow glen, hoping and praying to god that they want a relationship with him (he's a mamas boy deep down). another wc for the main but … :B
FRIENDS: yay!
ENEMIES: :(
Ummm i'm tired other stuff dm me if u have anything specific ok?
I mean it was a scheduled surgery, so I knew about it. But… within days of the muse hitting me with fic ideas and frantically writing them down at 2 am, my partner had to go to the hospital to get brain surgery and had complications before (the surgeon didn’t want to operate because of a healing heat blister and risk of infection) and during the surgery (had to get a blood transfusion).