#whit rambles

Sickie stuck in the rain commuting to work, gets drenched, just deals with it. But has been progressively been feeling kinda blah all week and the rain pushes them right into "probably a fever" territory. But they're halfway through the day, may as well go til close.

And every time they take a break, they come back to little gifts. Cough drops, a fresh box of tissues, hot tea at one point. A feel better sticky note. And the end of the day when they finally figure it out, their friend who's been caretaking from afar offers them a ride home and they're too tired to say no.

BTS Vegas Day 4 was CRAZY

I'm gonna out myself a little here cuz I gotta share:

But the laundromat is hot, they feel woozy. The laundry soap smells strong. The background music is giving them a headache. They manage to wash the first load, but they feel dizzy now. But they have to dry everything. They make it through the wash, but they struggle moving things into the dryer. By the time they finish, they're drained, and they fall asleep on the shitty plastic benches.

Enter caretaker: the friend who's been checking on sickie all day. Who's told "don't worry, I'm fine" all day. Who said they'll bring by dinner and check on them. When the midday texts stop coming, they rush out to find sickie, and they're relieved to see them just napping and not passed out somewhere.

They want to get the sickie home, but they still have 20 minutes left in the dryers.

So they wait, and wait, and wait, and the sickie sleeps while caretaker packs the clothing back in the laundry basket and take sickie back home. Sickie wakes up properly to find soup in the kitchen, a glass of water by their table, and caretaker is in the living room folding their clothes.