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True Weakness
Thank you to @laffy-taffy-creations for helping me come up with the title!
âDarling,â Whumper called, opening the door to Whumpeeâs room, âbreakfastâs ready.â
The little lump under the blankets didnât move. Whumper tutted, then spoke again.
âWhumpee, my love,â they said, âif you werenât awake before, my voice shouldâve roused you now. Come along.â
As they spoke, Whumper crossed the room to their darlingâs bedside. When Whumpee still didnât respond, a frown crept into Whumperâs features.
âWhumpee, you know how I feel about being ignored-â
Whumper pulled back the covers and nearly recoiled at what they saw. Whumpeeâs eyes were shut in restless sleep, their breathing was labored, and their beautiful face contorted in discomfort as red splotches stained their usually flawless skin. Whumper put a hand to their forehead; the heat radiating there was all the confirmation they needed.
âMy dearest, how long have you been like this?â they whispered to themselves.
Whumpee whimpered in their sleep, unconsciously leaning into their captorâs cool touch. Whumper crouched down at their side and cupped their too-warm face.
âWhumpee, please wake up for me,â they whispered.
Slowly, Whumpeeâs eyes fluttered open, revealing glassy irises beneath half-closed lids. Whumper breathed a sigh of relief, at least they were able to rouse them.
âYouâre burning up, my darling,â they said, âhow are you feeling?â
Whumpee whimpered in response, their eyes screwing shut as they nuzzled further into Whumperâs hands.
âTalk to me, what hurts?â
Whumpee looked up at them with the most pitiful expression.
âEverything,â they croaked hoarsely.
There was an unnatural gravel to their voice, and it looked like just speaking was causing them pain.
âIâm afraid I might have to take you to a doctor,â Whumper decided, âare you going to behave for me?â
Whumper didnât wait for their response; they hoisted Whumpee up into a bridal carry. At this point, Whumpee would usually protest, but their current state had made them miserably docile. Whumper brought them to the car and laid them in the passengerâs seat. They buckled their seatbelt for them and closed their door. Once in the driverâs seat, Whumper sped off to the nearest town. The benefit of living in a large cabin in a private forest was no one would bother them and their darling, but the privacy did have its downsides, especially in situations like this.
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Whumpee had fallen asleep on the way home. Whumper gently carried them inside and tucked them back into bed. Strep throat, the doctor had said, and a pretty bad case of it, too. Whumper had no idea how Whumpee had gotten it, they had always been so careful to keep them as healthy as possible. Whumper felt utterly ashamed of themselves for letting this happen, and as they opened the bag of medicine Whumpee had been prescribed, they fought the urge to cry. Gently, they shook their shoulder.
âMmm,â Whumpee groaned.
âIâm sorry my love, but I need you to take some of this.â
Whumper poured some medicine onto a spoon. Whumpee looked down at the thick, sticky liquid, then back up at Whumper pleadingly.
âI know, I know,â Whumper said, âbut you have to take it. Itâs going to help you feel better. You do want to feel better, donât you?â
Whumper slipped a hand behind Whumpeeâs back and lifted them into a sitting position. Whumpeeâs mouth fell open, allowing them to feed them the medicine.
With great difficulty, and quite the grimace, Whumpee swallowed. Whumper quickly offered them a glass of water, which they drained in a matter of seconds. Whumper then lowered them back into bed.
âIâll let you get your rest,â they said, âyouâre going to need it.â
Whumper turned to leave, but a weak hand shot out from under the covers and grabbed their sleeve. Whumper turned, their brows going up in surprise. Whumpee looked just as shocked as them.
âWhat is it, darling?â
ââŚS-Stay?â
Whumper melted on the spot. They crawled in bed next to their little Whumpee, holding them close. The germs could go fly a kite. This was the first time Whumpee had actually wanted Whumper to be with them. Maybe Whumper should let them get sick more oftenâŚ
Real things doctors have said to me this month.
Hey gang, remember when I said that I had a bad cough due to my allergies? Well my symptoms got worse (cough was worse and I had these random chills) so I went back to get checked out and it turns out I actually have tonsillitis đ they are also currently testing to see if I have strep throat. However even if I do, the antibiotic they gave me for the tonsillitis can also treat the strep throat so as long as I take it I should be fine. Thanks for all the lovely messages you gave me! Hopefully this all passes soon so I can focus on my exams
"You need to eat, love"
"No...no, please", A begs in a hoarse whisper.
The poor thing wraps their hand around their terribly sore throat. Swallowing hurts, talking hurts, even breathing hurts. Eating is the last of their worries.
"But you need energy to fight strep", B tries to reason. It breaks their heart to see their partner so sick.
A just shakes their head, tears forming in their eyes. They don't want to eat, even swallowing their own saliva is too much at the moment. And their fever is making them a little emotional.
B pets their head. "I'll bring you a popsicle. And maybe a milkshake. Those should soothe your throat and fill you up enough so I can give you your first round of antibiotics. You'll be better soon, I promise."
A sighs. Feeling better is the only thing they want right now.

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Waiting for the results of my covid/flu/strep test :/
Still sick, went to take a shower and am standing naked listening to Plainride while texting my sibling with the revolution that I do live in a mess but not like a regular bachelor mess but rather like Howl Pendragon. Dishes on the craft table, paint brushes used to stir tea, crystals everywhere, mismatched furniture and a tiger statue in the bathroom. Now we're debating who my cat is in this scenario, I think Calcifer.
Random germaphobia question:
How likely is it that I will get sick from hanging out with someone with strep?
They are on day 4 after symptoms started, and on medication for it. Their immune system might be weaker than others.