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A fanfiction for the webseries All For One on the KindaTV youtube channel. This piece takes place after season 2.
Shoutout to the anon who requested an All for One fic! I know it’s been a while, so I hope you’re around to see it :) I’ve been struggling to write recently, and I’m so grateful that you gave me a prompt I got really excited for. Hopefully, it’ll lead to more and better content going forward!
Words: 2484
Pairing: Donnie (Connie as sickie and Dorothy as caretaker)
Fandom: All For One (webseries)
“I told you to take a break.”
“I don’t need your sarcasm.”
“Don’t be a douche canoe.”
“My stomach fees like a douche canoe.”
Dorothy frowned at Connie. The girl was paler than normal with a pink flush across her cheeks. Her large eyes were tired. She was curled in a bad under a mass of blankets, shivering.
“Are you sure you want to go to class?”
Connie rubbed her eye and continued typing with the laptop laying on its side leaned up on her lap. “Have to turn in this essay.”
“You need to take a break.”
Her phone rang then. She closed her bruised eyes, and I passed it to her from the purple ottoman. She swiped to answer.
“Hey, mom.” Her voice was more energetic, happier… fake. “Yeah I’m good. Yes, I know there’s a bug going around. I’m being careful. Yeah, I’ve been taking my vitamin C. No, I’m not going to miss classes. I’m-“ She hesitated for a partial second to wince. She wiggled and held her stomach as she continued. “I’m getting ready for class now. I have to go. Okay. Yup. Love you too. Bye.”
She hung up with shaky hands, dropped the phone, and curled in on herself. I climbed into bed behind her and pulled the blanket tighter around her knees. I fit my hand in under her’s so I could touch her stomach through the fabric of her dress. I felt how tense it was, and felt it move as it growled again. Connie moaned.
I rubbed careful, light circles. She curled more but didn’t shrug me off.
“Does this help?”
“Mmm…” It sounded pain, but calm.
“Poor, Connie… I think you need a nurse. Good thing I’m a doctor!” I waited. She said nothing, so I finished. “A love doctor!”
“Dorothy, I feel really sick.”
I frowned. Connie sounded scared. “Uh, okay. What do I do? Do you want me to get the nurse? Or-“
“No. I have to go to class. I can’t finish my work like this. I won’t be able to concentrate. I-“ She sucked in a breath and squirmed, crossing her arms over her stomach.
“What is it? Hurt? Or are you gonna puke? Should I get the trash? I didn’t take it out yet… Oh! I have a takeout bag.”
Connie moaned weekly.
“Do you need the bag?”
She coughed once and covered her mouth with a fist.
I scrambled out of bed and got the takeout bag. “If you need it -uh- it’s… I put it beside the bed.”
She went limp and took a deep breath. “Can you get my ibuprophin from the bathroom? I think I have a fever.”
It was very warm laying with her. I put a hand on her forehead. “Shit, Connie! What the hell?”
She winced. “Can you try not to yell?”
“Sorry. Right. You shouldn’t go to class. You’re really sick. Maybe we should go to the Minute Clinic or something.”
“I’m fine. It’s just a bug. That wave passed.” She leaned up on her elbow to work on her homework.
I thought for a second but grabbed the meds anyway. She swallowed them dry.
“Don’t you want some water?” I asked. My voice was surprisingly unsure.
“I don’t think I could keep it down…”
“You can’t go to class.”
“I have to.”
I hesitated… before sitting at the desk and opening the inseparables stream.
“Hey inseperables.”
I could feel Connie glaring behind me.
Laura: Hey!
Alex: Hi!
“Anyone else here? We need a team effort?
Ales: On what? U ok?
Breton: I’m here! I was shitting.
Laura: Ew. TMI
Alex: Everyone ok over there Dor?
“I’m fine,” I said. “Connie-“
I was interrupted by a coughing fit. I turned to see her folding in on herself. She knocked the laptop off the bed. I rushed over and sat her up as she coughed, both arms wrapped tightly over her stomach.
The fit passed and she gasped for breath and moaned.
“I- I’m okay,” she said. “Go back to the inseperables. I’ve got homework.”
Alex: That is NOT ok
Laura: You’re gonna get sick! But also you have to take care of her?! WHAT DO??
Breton: WTF CONNIE HAS THE PLAGUE
“Connie wants to go to class today,” I explained. “Fever. Nauseous. Coughing fits like this all the time. Back me up guys! She can’t go, right?”
Alex: DON’T YOU DARE! I DON’T WANT THAT!
Laura: I get it, but it’s still not a good idea. Connie, you could get hurt.
Breton: once i got a fishing hook stuck in my hand, but it wasn’t my writing hand so i went to school
Laura: WTF Breton?!
“See? They agree!” I said, turning back. “Well except for Breton. But he doesn’t count!”
Breton: Hey! I went to the ER after classes!! But she’s supposed to do homework after classes…
Alex: shut up! Don’t remind her!
Laura: What would her parent’s do?
“Probably kill her, but that doesn’t-“
“It’s two o’clock,” Connie said. “I gotta get out of here.”
Connie stood, and quickly grabbed the top bunk with wide eyes.
I rushed to her as she swayed. “Connie? You okay?”
She went limp, and I caught her in time to lower her to the mattress again.
Eyes fluttering. “Gotta go… No time…”
“I’m not letting you leave now.” I looked at the computer. “She’s awake.” Then back at her. “You need to rest. You can’t go to class. You’re too sick.”
“Havetoogo….” she murmured.
“No, Connie. You’re not going anywhere.” I adjusted her so she was in a more comfortable position on the bed. She shivered, and I put the blankets over her again. I fluffed the pillow, and I moved the laptop far out of reach so she couldn’t get it back. “You rest.”
“can’t…”
“Well you’re gonna.”
I sat at the computer the chat had been going without me.
Alex: SHIT SHIT SHIT IS SHE OK?!
Laura: Lay her on her side so she doesn’t choke on her tongue!
Laura: Wait… that’s for drunk people…
Breton: Is she dead? Fuck, i thought my ship would sink in the normal college sweetheart way…
Laura: Okay, I googled it. Water, fever reducers, and cool cloth NOW
Laura: DOROTHY
Alex: Welcome back, Dorothy! Update please??
I smiled sadly at the webcam. “Connie fainted. Probably from the fever. She won’t be getting up for a while… She’s conscious though. Er, I think.” I glanced back to see her blinking blearily around the room. “Mostly.”
Laura: You need to bring the fever down!
“I know, Laura. I’m going to. Maybe I should just update you guys later. I think I should take Connie to the nurse. Or… maybe take the nurse to Connie. But I don’t know if I should leave her alone.
Alex: I don’t want to catch it. Not babystitting!
Alex: But I see if the nurse is in and bring her over.
“That would be such a huge help, Alex! Thank you!”
Laura: I’d help too if I was close enough.
Breton: If Connie dies, can I have her dresses? I wanna start roleplaying.
Laura: BRETON NO
Alex: Headed out now. Stay on the stream so I can just come back on if she’s not there.
“Will do,” I said.
I got up and went to Connie. Her eyes were heavy and drifting shut.
“Hey,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Heyyy….” she mumbled.
I reached out and stroked her hair. She was burning hot and sticky with sweat.
She closed her eyes when I began stroking her.
“Is it nice?” I asked.
“Mmm…”
I continued stroking her hair and picked up one hand to kiss before putting it gently onto the bed. Slowly, Connie fell to sleep.
I got up and grabbed a facecloth from my drawer and checked the computer before I left. Laura and Breton were arguing about the ethically of Breton asking about Connie’s dresses. I went to rinse the cloth, squeezed it out into the bathroom sink, the cloud water feeling freezing in comparison to touching her forehead, and brought it back to Connie.
Before I put the cloth on her, I tucked her in better. I knew the cloth would feel cold, so I at least wanted her to be comfortable. I laid the facecloth gently over her forehead and eyes.
She flinched with a noise of surprise, then relaxed again.
I stroked her hair until her breaths became even again and went back to my computer. Still nothing from Alex, though Breton had given into Laura’s persistence.
“Okay, guys,” I whispered. “I think everything’s under control now. Hopefully, the nurse can come by.”
Just then, someone knocked at the door.
I opened it, instead of yelling. Treville stepped in, followed by Alex and the nurse.
“We have a sick sister?” Treville said, sounding genuinely concerned.
“Yeah. Connie. She’s been coughing, has got a fever, and has been really nauseous and having stomach pain. Not sure if there’s any other symptoms. She was trying to go to class like this when she fainted… I didn’t want to leave her alone.”
“So I helped,” Alex said.
“Right.”
The nurse looked awkwardly to Connie, and I realized she likely wouldn’t wake the sleeping student herself. I went over and shook her shoulder a bit. “Connie?”
She jumped and pulled the cloth off quickly. Her eyes darted from person to person then back to me. “Dorothy?”
“Yeah, it’s me. How are you feeling?”
“What’s going on? What time is it?”
“Do you remember what happened?”
“What do you mean? I was doing my homework. Must have drifted off.”
“Connie…” I was feeling kinda scared now. “You fainted. You would’ve hit your head on the bed frame if I wasn’t there. You’re really sick… So I called backup.”
She looked the others in the room. The nurse stepped forward. “Hi. I don’t think we’ve met before. I’m Nurse Holly. I was asked to come check on you. Would that be alright?”
Connie looked around again and back at me. “Dorothy, what’s happening?”
“You’re sick. The nurse is here to make sure you’re doing okay. Treville and Alex are here to help.”
“Actually, I’m out!’ Alex said. “I’m not catching that!” With that, she rushed out of the room.
“Okay, Treville is here to help. We’re worried about you, Connie. We just want you to be okay.”
She still looked really disoriented. It took me a second to process what she might have been feeling, but when I did, my voice softened.
“You’re safe, Connie. You’re gonna be okay. I just need you to let Nurse Holly take a look at you. I want to know if we should just let you rest here, or if I should take you to a doctor or something. That’s all, okay?” I kissed her forehead, slightly cooler now, and turned to the nurse. “She had ibuprofen a half-hour ago, and the cool cloth has been on her forehead for only like a minute or two. I don’t think she’s eaten or drank anything in at least a few hours. Says she won’t be able to keep it down.”
Holly nodded and knelt next to Connie. “Hey, Connie. Can I take a look at you?”
Starting to understand the situation a bit better, she nodded. “Yeah, sure. It’s probably just a bad cold…”
“Okay, dear. Can you sit up?”
Connie did, with more effort than I’m sure she would’ve liked to admit. I glanced at the computer quickly to see a flash of Laura.
Laura: This is really scary… I hope Connie’s ok??
I bit my lip. Was it that serious? I’ve never seen someone faint before. I was kinda scared myself. I looked back at the nurse, who was now taking Connie’s blood pressure and heart rate, then her temperature, pressed on areas of Connie’s stomach, and finally looked in her eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
She stood when she was finished and faced all of us. “The ibuprofen should’ve kicked in by now, but her temp is still at 101. 3. If it stays above 100 for the next 3 hours that the ibuprofen is in her system, or if it spikes above 103, take her to a doctor or hospital immediately. At that point, it’s definitely something which needs to be treated professionally. Her throat and nose seem inflamed but don’t look infected or suspicious in any way. She doesn’t seem to be having any emergency situation with her organs, but she needs to drink water. Her blood pressure is low. She needs to eat. If these things get worse or don’t change, bring her to a doctor.”
“Noted,” Treville said. “I’ll keep an eye on these two. Have any other cases been reported to you?”
“No, but most students don’t come to me unless they have serious questions… or want to try and get out of class for allergies or something.”
“Also noted,” Treville said. “I’ll get the word out in the house that girls should be updating you when they have symptoms so that you know what’s going on throughout campus.”
“Thank you, Jean. And, Dorothy? You’re a good friend.”
Right. Not in the mood to argue. Just let it go.
“Thanks, Holly. And thanks for making sure she’s okay. Should I be worried?”
“It’s probably just a virus. Just keep an eye on her to make sure.
“Okay…”
We said our goodbyes, and Holly left. Treville e sat awkwardly on the purple seat. “You should alert me if one of you girls is ill. I don’t want anything happening to you.”
“Sorry,” I said. “Guess I didn’t know what to do cause it’s her info to share, and well…”
Connie was laying back in the bed, drifting in and out of sleep fitfully.
“Yes, of course.” Treville nodded with understanding. Recently, I’d learned anxiety was something she knew quite well. “How are you feeling, Dorothy?”
“Uh, me? Fine i guess?” Now that she asked, every fantom illness my brain could fathom started playing out in my head. I pushed it away before I could give myself fantom symptoms. “I’m fine.
“Well tell me immediately if you start feeling unwell. I can send a girl to take care of the two of you until you’re up for doing it yourselves.”
“Thanks. You probably shouldn’t be here either. You’re the president! You shouldn’t get sick.”
“True statement. I’m going to continue with my work for the day, but I’d like you to update me whenever you can.”
“You can always watch the live-“
“I don’t watch livestreams. Unedited content wastes valuable work time.”
I glanced at the computer.
Breton: DAMN
Laura: She’s not totally wrong…
Treville stood. “I’ll be going now. Good luck, Dorothy.”
“Thanks,” I said, watching her go. I looked back to a sleeping Connie then sat at my computer.
“So… okay. That just happened.”
Hey guys! Thinking about writing a part 2, but I’m not sure. Opinions? What did you think about this one? What fandoms do you want me to write for in the future? I wanna hear from you guys! :D
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