#sick thread

“Ah! Ah....choo!” Goetia sneezes and then sags, not feeling well. His throat was sore and he was so tired. In three thousand years he’d never been sick and now...

@heavensmostterrifyingweapon continued from here

heavensmostterrifyingweapon:

bravelittletrickster:

Gabriel frowned, sitting up a little as he held his head. “I don’t think that’s something I’ll get used to: needing rest. I don’t like needing to…recharge.”

Sam was looking at him “I know that must be hard given angels don’t really asleep.” He sat with him. “How is your stomach feeling?” He was unsure if Gabe still had an upset stomach.

✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)

Half out of bed already, Indy glanced up guiltily at Nick as he stared him down to stop him from going any further. He was very aware he was the worst patient ever, and he might have hated the fact that sickness did not affect the immortal the way it did Indy. Even though he normally didn’t mind lazing about in bed with his other half because the man was a big cat and liked the attention, at least then he could get up if he really wanted to and go do something. The same four walls were making him stir crazy.

Virus wasn't a big fan of the winter. He hated the cold, and he definitely hated the snow. Though it was rare in Midorijima for snow to fall, Virus hated it all the same.

Though when it did fall, it covered the whole area. There was no question if it would stick or not. There was also no question in Trip's childish excitement for it. Almost as if there was an silent question asked, Virus glanced towards Trip's puppy like face.

And with much reluctance, Virus agreed to go into the snow, considering this may be the only time they see snow in their lifetime (without hundreds of dollars in travel), and Trip seemed really, really excited about it. After dressing accordingly, the two head out and enjoy their day.

Once back inside, they immediately headed to the fire and begin warming up. Everything seems pretty alright. It seems okay for the next few days honestly.

It wasn't until the fourth day did Virus notice something was different. His body felt overheated in one second, and then chilled to the bone the next. He tried to dress in a nice medium, but it still wasn't enough.

Danny cleared his throat, grimacing at the scratch in the back of his throat when he swallowed, the hopeless kind of scratch that never seemed to go away, it just sat there, taunting. The coffee he was drinking suddenly tasted bitter, like it had gone cold in his mouth. The next mouthful was physically hard to swallow and turned the scratch into a burn, like the sting of bile. Annoyed, he put the cup down and sighed, running a hand through his hair. His mouth twisted when he swallowed again, the taste at the back of his throat metallic and tell-tale.