#tw puke

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100° Fever tropes to celebrate 100 followers!! Thank you guys so much for your support ^^

• The slow realization that they keep brushing it off until they can’t stand anymore.

• Glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, and a voice that’ll barely go over a whisper.

• Strange fever dreams that blur time, leaving the whumpee waking up thinking only minutes have passed when it’s been hours.

• The whumpee trying to stand up right, but keeps swaying back and forth, unable to keep good balance from their body being so weak.

• Random, delirious mumbling that is hardly coherent at all.

• The soft whisper of the whumper saying “You’re burning up…”

• The caretaker staying up all night long, warily counting each and every uneven breath that the whumpee draws in.

• A bucket that never leaves the side of the bed in case the whumpee needs to throw up.

• The caretaker pressing a cold cloth against the whumpee’s head in an attempt to calm the fever.

• Slumped posture, barely holding themselves upright while the world tilts.

• The really dry or wet coughs that just don’t seem to be getting any better.

• Slumped posture, barely holding themselves upright while the world tilts.

• The gross, messy saliva that drenches the whumpee’s arm ( or hand) whenever they sneeze into it.

• The whumpee tossing and turning, because they can’t get comfortable and are too hot to sleep under the covers.

• The caretaker rubbing the whumpee’s back for comfort.

• The whumpee’s hands trembling as they fumble with a water bottle.

• The endless mounds of tissue that are from the whumpee blowing their nose

• Shivering even as sweat beads on their skin and forehead, eventually dripping down their face like raindrops from the sky.

• A blanket being tucked tighter around them as they mumble in protest.

• “You’re too hot,” the caretaker mutters, voice laced with worry and tenderness.

• A damp washcloth slipping from their forehead when they drift back to sleep.

• That fragile, exhausted smile when they finally wake and whisper, “Hey…”

Human, is sick and suffering on a couch with tissues nearby; some water; a towel on their forehead; a bucket — all that jazz.

Alien has been staring for a while now and is very cautious because “why are you heating up? Are you going to explode??”

Human: “no, I just got sick.”

Alien: “I do not understand — that is no reason for your natural body heat to increase into an unnatural temperature for your species.”

Human: “it’s just tryna burn away the bad stuff.”

Alien: “burn?”

It thinks for a second and refers to all the dirty tissues in a small trashcan next to the couch. “And what of these? You are sure your guts are not bleeding from your middle-face holes?”

Human: “yeah that’s just snot tryna flush out more bad stuff.”

Alien nods; doesn’t fully understand, but it can see its questions are not helping the human right now — in all their suffering.

Before it thinks to say goodbye so it can get the human a get well gift (which would’ve been something far too much for being sick like a car or something lol), the human suddenly sits up from the couch and grabs the bucket.

Alien: “what was that; are you alright?!”

Human, burping: “yeah; it was just a false alarm.”

Alien: “Alarm of what??”

The human starts puking; (turns out it wasn’t a false alarm).

show!Ratthi has seen it kill up close... and still wants his friend back anyway c: