Sickfic prompts please? Including one or two that land whumpee in the hospital? Thank you <3
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(CW: Emeto subject matter below the cut)
Whumpee ignores Caretakerâs advice about staying in bed and after a few steps, they collapse. An annoyed but gentle Caretaker lifts them back into bed. They chide Whumpee as they press the back of their hand against Whumpeeâs forehead, then their palm on Whumpeeâs throat. âYouâre burning up,â The tell Whumpee. Whumpee tries to bat away the thermometer when Caretaker tries to take their temperature. Caretaker tells them theyâre being a child and to open their mouth. Whumpee mutters that they feel fine, but complies. Their congestion makes it difficult for them to keep their mouth closed around the thermometer. The higher the number on the thermometerâs display climbs, the deeper Caretakerâs frown becomes. More pills. More insistence that they stay the hell in bed. They would this time. Whumpee turns on their side as they cough; itâs a wet, unpleasant sound. Caretaker leaves for a moment and comes back with some vap-o-rub. Their expression is stern, but their fingers are gentle as they rub the ointment over Whumpeeâs chest and throat.
(In a fantasy/medieval setting.) Whumpee is suffering from an illness, and though theyâve been pushing on and on in their journey, they and Caretaker finally have to stop. After Caretaker settles Whumpee on a bedroll and covers them, they build a fire. Whumpee shivers as they clutch the furs theyâre buried beneath. They are ashamed that theyâre too weak to so much as help. Even the flames are not enough to prevent the chills that are wracking their body. Caretaker lifts Whumpeeâs head and presses a water skin to  their mouth and encourages them to drink. They blink in gratitude when Caretaker wipes away the water that spilled on their chin. Caretaker positions themself so that Whumpee can rest their head in their lap and Whumpee focuses on the comfortable, familiar sounds of snapping  embers, the nickering of their horses, and Caretakerâs voice. They begin to drift as Caretakerâs fingers toy with their hair. Â
Whumpee is from a different species/time/dimension. They contract a human disease that theyâre woefully unprepared to deal with. Worse yet, theyâre separated from Caretaker when they collapse in a very public way. Theyâre aware of the clamoring around them and as they fade in and out of consciousness, they're aware of being moved to a bustling, brightly lit place. They try to struggle away, but theyâre so weak and statements like âWeâre going to take care of you,â do nothing to calm them. Theyâre scared and confused and where is Caretaker?! They lose consciousness but when they wake up, Caretaker -the only person theyâve come to trust - is there with a cool hand on their forehead and a relieved smile. Whumpee listens as Caretaker explains their ailment and the treatment. Whumpee relaxes, then looks from the IV in the back of their hand, and back up to Caretaker. They ask when they can go home.
Whumpeeâs temperature is 104° when Caretaker bundles them into the car and takes them to the ER. Their clothing seems to cling to them, but it fails to do anything about the chills wracking their body. Theyâre unfocused and grouchy and emotional as Caretaker answers the nurseâs questions for them. Whumpee snaps at Caretaker for doing so, but immediately they tear up as they apologize. Theyâre sorry. Theyâre just so tired and miserable! Caretaker gently cups Whumpeeâs face in their hands and promises itâs okay. Whumpee feels even more weighed down by guilt; their outburst is rewarded with understanding and kindness. They apologize again as someone presses a cup of ice chips into their hands. When the nurse leaves, Caretaker tells Whumpee theyâre not alone anymore and that theyâre allowed to rely on other people.
Just gotta ride this out, kiddo. Caretaker feels a stab of guilt as their own words echo in their mind. They watch their youngest team member laying on the safehouseâs couch, shaking and sweating beneath a pile of blankets. Whumpeeâs eyes slide open; thereâs no keenness or lucidity there, but Whumpeeâs gaze settles on Caretaker. They freeze when Whumpee calls out for a parent. Caretaker tries to snap them out of it, but Whumpee asks for their parent again; their voice cracks this time as they push the covers off of themself. Caretaker kneels down next to Whumpee. âYeah,â they say as they run their fingers through Whumpeeâs hair and hush them. They hate themself for lying like that, but they focus on comforting Whumpee. Whumpeeâs eyes grow heavy again and thereâs a little smile on their lips as they fall back to sleep. Caretaker pulls the blankets back up to Whumpeeâs chin and pats their shoulder. âSleep tight.â














