Things That ~get~ Me:

things that ~get~ me:

someone having to hide how sick they’re feeling because they’re at work or in public even though all they want is to lie down and have their stomach rubbed

someone who ate something chancy because they were in a hurry and thought it was fine until later on in the day when something begins to feel Very Wrong in their tummy

someone who’s had a stomach ache for a while but has been trying to hide it just unable to take it anymore and turning to their s/o or friend to say, “I don’t feel well,” or “My stomach hurts,” in the hopes they’ll get a belly rub

someone who’s stomach is really tight and bloated with gas and/or food who’s having Difficulties relieving the painful tension

someone whose shirt or pants is uncomfortably tight around their stomach but they can’t do anything about it because they’re not at home so they just sort of shift with discomfort

and then part two of the previous one: getting home and them feeling very relieved when they can finally unbutton their shirt/pants

Belly Noises™

someone arching into the caretaker’s touch when they find that magical spot that feels so nice, letting them know to please keep rubbing there

groans and whimpers of pain and then the ensuing sighs of relief as they’re comforted

One Month to Go! Are you ready!?

Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

💟 "Are you okay?" response prompts:

"Why do you keep asking me that?"

"I've been better."

"Not really..."

"Yeah, my stomach's just bothering me a little."

"No, my stomach's really bothering me."

"Do I look okay to you?"

"I was just going to ask you that."

"I'm fine. I'm just tired."

"I will be once we get home."

"Not exactly."

"No, I kind of feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Yeah, sorry, I'm just a little out of it today."

*shrugs* "I don't know. I feel funny."

*covers mouth and shakes head before making a mad dash for the bathroom*

"Yeah, I think so."

"No, something's not agreeing with me."

*shivers* "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure I'm running a fever."

"Like you care."

*wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* "No."

*blinks dazedly* "Huh? Are you talking to me?" -----------------------------------------

"Relatively speaking."

"At this point? Not sure I'll ever be okay again."

*swallows thickly* "No, I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Hard to say."

"No, I'm starving."

*snorts* "Did ____ send you?"

"Not even a little bit."

*shakes head* "I don't feel good."

"I think I'm as far from okay as I can be."

"Yup! I'm right as rain."

"Don't ask stupid questions."

"No, I-I don't--" *faints*

"I'm not talking to you."

"Who's asking? Because I know it's not you."

"Define 'okay.'"

"You know I hate that question."

"No. I have the worst stomach ache."

*sarcastically* "Oh, yeah, I'm great."

*shakes head and buries face into friend's shoulder*

"Ugh, no. I think I'm gonna hurl." -----------------------------------------

"Yeah. Why?"

"No. I just threw up."

*can't answer over the urge to gag*

"Yes. You're starting to sound like a broken record."

"Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?"

"Would you be okay?"

*gasping breaths, crying* "No. I can't breathe."

"No, I-I need a bucket."

"Yeah, don't worry about me."

"You have some nerve asking me that."

*knees collapse*

"No. I don't think my stomach's too happy with me."

"That's a bit of a loaded question."

"I dunno. Do I feel hot to you?"

"Never better."

"No, I feel like my insides are liquifying."

"Nnh. My head feels like it's gonna explode."

"I think you need to answer that question first."

"Psh. Of course I am."

"That's gonna be a negative, ghost rider." -----------------------------------------

"If I said 'yes' would you believe me?

"Jury's still out."

"I feel like I could puke at any second, but other than that I'm great."

"Oh, yeah, I'm living the dream."

"I'll let you know when I figure it out."

"Compared to who?"

"No. Pretty sure I'm dying."

"I'll live."

"Well, I'm still alive."

"No, I'm really dizzy."

"No, I think I'm sick. Really sick."

"You're receiving medical attention right now and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

"Just peachy."

"No, I'm not okay. Is that what you want to hear?"

*exasperated* "Yes, quit asking me that!"

*shakes head, pinches bridge of nose* "I think I need to leave."

"You already asked me that today. You passed your quota."

*humming no and cradling belly* "Mm-mm. M-My stomach..."

"No... I'm gonna--" *throws up hugely*

*stomach makes loud gurgling noise* "Yeah, sorry, my stomach's just going haywire." -----------------------------------------

*sniffs* "Yeah, I j-just can't stop c-crying."

*sniffs* "No, I'm a mess."

*color draining from face* "Uh, no. I need to find a bathroom."

"Does it matter?"

*shakes head, leaned against wall with arms wrapped around aching tummy, eyes closed and tears rolling down cheeks*

"If I was, do you think I'd be sitting on this disgusting floor?"

*holding head in hands* "No. I feel like I'm gonna pass out."

"I really wish that I was."

"I'd tell you if I wasn't."

"No. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Last time I checked."

"It's not me you need to worry about."

"I've been worse."

"I have no idea."

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine. I--" *gulps, then vomits*

*trying to rub stomach discretely* "No, my stomach is cramping like crazy."

"I know you think I'm not, but I really am. I promise."

*laughs manically while sobbing uncontrollably* "Am I okay? What kind of question is that?"

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not about to go run a marathon, but I'm alright."

"No, and I don't know what to do."

although i do also love, like, in general, when ppl have particular little things that let them know an illness is going to be Bad

and i dont mean like "oh i have a fever of 103 on day 1 this is gonna be Bad" - i mean specifically innocuous little things that might not seem like a big deal to an outside observer, like

oh, i'm losing my voice. this is gonna end up being a lingering chest cold - and then the person is Right. because they always get a lingering one when they lose their voice, every time, like clockwork

just - something about the predictability of it, and the person knowing their own body/experiences that well, and the kind of satisfaction of being correct, especially if someone doubted them, and the comfort in being prepared, just - s'good shit

Autumn/ winter whump aesthetics

Waking up to a half lit room, warm blankets tucked up to their chin

Wind and rain rattling the windows as someone tries in vain to sleep

That first sip of warm, salty broth spooned in with shaky hands

The sharp cheeping of an electronic thermometer while a kettle steams in the background

Someone lying curled into a tight, trembling ball under a heavy quilt, cold light from a snowstorm-drenched world outside, a friend running a hand through their hair and speaking gently to them

The first sound they hear after waking up from a feverish sleep is a crackling fire near them

A pale face with raw, wind-reddened cheeks, a dark bruise under one eye and a split lip

A caretaker tenderly wrapping a whumpee's forehead in bandages to cover a shallow but scarily bloody cut

Someone huddled and shivering against an alleyway wall, knees bloody and a cold forming in their chest, throat burning every time they swallow and worsening as they start to cry silently

Someone found sick and half frozen in the snow, blood staining their jacket

A group or partnership huddled around a fire together, one of them shivering more than usual

Flannels, wool blankets, quilts, wrapped up around a whumpee who can't seem to get warm no matter what

Whumpee coming to half consciousness in another character's arms as they're carried to safety, wrapped in their carrier's coat