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Stray Kids reaction you suffer from chronic pain
Chan
"Hey babe I'm just going to get a snack do you want anything?" you asked your boyfriend Chan as you stood up from the couch. You and him were watching a drama but you suddenly felt peckish. "Ooh can you bring some of those crackers you know I love, thanks" he called out as you started to walk. Just as you made it into the kitchen however your chronic leg pain decided to be a bitch which is how you ended up falling flat on your face on the floor and unable to get up when you tried to. "Oh shit, baby are you ok?" Chan crouched down to your level to be met with watering eyes and quivering lips. "Hurts" was all you could muster without breaking, your pain tolerance known for being quite low. "Shh it's ok I've got you" Chan brought you into his arms, slowly rocking you until your cries slowly died down and you could speak in full sentences to tell him where your pain meds were.
Minho
Your chronic stomach pain has always been an issue, it seemed as if you were always on your time of the month. Most people were turned away by it, you changed your moods very quickly and always canceled plans if you weren't feeling well. Minho was different, Minho was better. Minho learned how to deal with your mood swings in a calming manner and was always there for you. The both of you were sleeping but you awoke to yet another cramp stabbing you. You could never sleep while in pain which annoyed you in times like these because you were tired as fuck. You whimpered and clung to Minho when it all became too much, this caused him to wake up. "Sweetheart what's going on?" he slurred and rubbed his eyes but frowned when he noticed your crying state, he knew right away what to do so he got started. Minho pulled you into his arms and rubbed your sore belly in soft soothing circles. "Deep breaths, close your eyes and think of happy thoughts hmm?" he murmured and continued his actions. Smiling when he felt you un-tense just the slightest. "That's it sweetheart, doing so well."
Changbin
Another wave of pain coursed through your back and made you drop your plate of food. You cried out, gaining the attention of both your parents and your boyfriend Changbin. "That's it, we're going to a doctor" he exclaimed while your father cleaned up the mess. What you weren't excepting was for it to be as simple as chronic pain meaning that your back will start hurting just for no reason, this made your parents laugh and claim you've been faking the whole time, not entirely believing that chronic pain was a thing. Changbin immediately took you home with him outraged that your parents thought that way. All you wanted to do was take a nap because your pain was starting to get worse ad you even started tearing up. Changbin's face suddenly softened at this and took you into his arms; "of course, you try to take a nap while I massage your back hmm? sound good?" and wiped your tears away.
Hyunjin
You kept tossing and turning while trying to fall asleep, your chronic stomach pain acting up again which annoyed you because you had managed to get the last 2 weeks of relief, though relief doesn't last forever, and deep inside you knew this was bound to happen. It was still annoying you though and keeping you from sleeping. Annoying you to the point of tears because it just kept getting worse, this woke up Hyunjin who at first make a noise of annoyance but then saw your face and immediately softened. "Baby what's going on?" Hyunjin took you into his arms and rubbed your back in soothing circles. "It's ok just my stupid cramps, hurts a lot" you sniffled. "aw baby, how about a massage hmm?" that instantly made you nod, sounding so perfect. "Alright angel, let me go get some cream and your meds. Stay here and just take some deep breaths, it's going to be ok."
JIsung
You were at a friends house for a bridal shower, she was getting married in a few weeks so she had everyone over for a girls night. You would have brought Jisung with you however this was a girls only event so. Your back was playing up a little however it wasn't a huge issue so you tried to forget about it. However it became a huge issue later when the pain only seemed to get worse and you mentally cursed at yourself for forgetting to bring your pain meds. You excused yourself to the bathroom to call Jisung, not thinking that you would break down on the phone however when you heard his sweet voice all you wanted to do was be near him. "Jisung, I forgot my pain meds and my back is killing me right now and fuck lets be real I just wanna come home" you sobbed on the phone but tried to be quiet. "Aw it's ok gorgeous, I'll come get you ok? try to relax until I get there yeah?" All you could do was sob, feeling so ashamed but also suddenly so tired and weak. "shh baby it's going to be ok, I'm already in the car."
Felix
You and Felix were out for a nice walk, you both wanted to enjoy the scenery together and share a blueberry smoothie. Going for walks was quite a regular thing in your relationship because it got the both of you out of the house and away from the tv plus it was an extra way to bond and get to know more about each other. Felix must have been too lost in the conversation to notice you whimper and take a seat on the park bench. When he was a few steps in front that's when he noticed you were missing. "Woah baby what's going on?" he asked and took the seat next to you. You berried your face in his neck because you didn't like people seeing you in this state. "My stupid back cramps again" you whimpered as another wave went through you. "Shh babygirl breathe for me, in for 4 out for 4 that's it" Felix encouraged while on the other-hand ordering an uber to pick you both up.
Seungmin
You had always loved to dance, it was your passion ever since you were a child however due to your condition and that condition being chronic leg pain you were unable to pursue that career. Instead, you settled for having a youtube channel where you posted dance covers to your favourite songs and made dances up for songs that didn't have dances that way dancing could still be in your life. You were in the middle of filming a cover of Ateez's deja vu when suddenly a wave of pain jolted through your legs making you fall over, Seungmin was by your side in a second. "Babe what happened?" he asked you however the pain was too great and all you could do was cry and point to your legs. "aw it's ok, I've got you now" Seungmin carried you to the couch and placed a blanket over you then went to get your meds, along with some tea. "I hope this helps gorgeous" Seungmin sat behind you so he could help you drink your tea and have cuddles.
Jeongin
You always knew that something was wrong but never knew what it was. Always complaining of a sore stomach and calling in sick to work a lot that you were on the verge of being fired. Your parents were worried so they took you to a specialist to see what the problem was. When they found out it was "nothing but chronic pain" they laughed at your face claiming that everyone was always in pain but they dealt with life better than you could. This offended you so much that you packed a bag and headed straight to your boyfriend Jeongin's house. "Oh my god baby what happened?" Jeongin worriedly asked upon seeing your current state. "I have chronic pain but my parents don't think it's real and think I'm being weak" You bawled when remembering their laughing faces. "Oh no gorgeous, are you in pain right now?" when you nodded he immediately brought you inside, helped you get comfy on the couch and then made you both a hot water bottle and ginger tea.
@playedbetter // lyric starters; without mythologies by the weakerthans.
Maybe the scariest part of seeing Kim with a fever, hot-cold all the time and aching, was less about the fever itself; it was about seeing how that sickness pried back the composure on him like skinning a beetle of its shell, it was less the times he was asleep and more when he was awake; often irritated beneath a reluctance to engage at all and murmuring barely there mostly through the breath of wheezing, it was more about the times he murmured at all.
The Lieutenant's apartment is clean, and maybe it would've reminded you of the Pox if not for the fact you were allowed within it's walls where many weren't, and the various small details that filled itself in on it's own lived in qualities. Clean but imperfect, and unable to escape from the fact of the city you both lived in ━ Revachol whispering on the paint cracked window-sills as summer heat leaked in through them, on the smell of maybe something rotten. gasoline. vaguely something plantlike, like trees bending their leaves up to break up the noise.
There are exactly 11 trees along Kim's street. Maybe you would've noticed in the way here, or maybe not, since Kim invited Harry over after struggling; frustratingly inattentive; throughout the day on a case, and the first time Kim had handed over his place at the wheel of the Kineema so willingly since the beginning of it's service at the station ( it might've been the station's vehicle, one he was lucky to have been able to take with him when transferring over to station 41 after a major amount of string-pulling, ass kissing, and excuses about repairs, but in the end it was always Kim's baby ) to Harry. ━ so naturally, there were many other things to notice when one is entrusted with the golden ticket of a sick man almost begging him not to crash the damn thing than the amount of trees on Kim's street. But there are still 11 trees, and one way or another, you'd gotten home.
And in this home, Kim lays on his back on his couch, glasses removed and eyes covered with a cool wet cloth as a radio plays some random station quietly enough to be unintrusive but still filling a white noise ━ something classical, or at the very least, instrumental. the voices of the piece if you focused on it no more than a distant kind of cloud that wasps over hazily on compressed air waves ━ and occasionally he murmurs to himself, quiet and voice shot. this was the scary part, what he'd say. what it'd tell you. this was the scary part, to hear him through the softest electrical hum...
" si je pouvais, je ferais de toi une rivière déchaînée avec des rapides en colère alimentés en pluie, pour que tu puisses toujours serpenter et pouvoir toujours t'enfuir… " ━ breathe in. ( if i could, i would make you a raging river with angry rapids supplied with rain, so you could always meander, and forever be able to run away… )
sings to himself, rather, here. sings to you? the language hangs on his tongue, syllable after syllable.
" sans lutter… contre les mythes mal interprétés, contre la douleur… " ━ breathe out. ( without contending… with myths wrongly interpreted, with pain… )
he does, sing to you. the only person you can remember who would, regardless of intention. he breathes with the music, and with it comes over with the terror of an honesty so grandiose it becomes small again; marble-like; like an unfulfilled wish he offers out, downy feathered, anyways, because the sentiment matters more than whatever it is now. maybe he doesn't even realize he says it out loud to begin with, but he does, whispers in the gentle shuffle of the apartment's small spaces, composure a dream he hasn't woken into, rarely; rarely, a heart on his sleeve. ( like speaking in your sleep. like honesty when you don't realize it, laid back on the worn cushioning of a couch, allowing himself not to see, allowing himself to merely be, be there. to drive him home. trusting. trusting you. )
˗ˏˋdialogue : severe injury/illness ˎˊ˗
change pronouns/tense as needed!
“holy shit… that’s a lot of blood...”
“that looks infected.”
“you’re burning up!”
“do you need to throw up?”
“are you okay? does anything hurt? who did this to you?!”
“it’s not that much blood.”
“it’s not infected! it just needs to be cleaned.”
“burning up? i’m freezing.”
“god, i feel like i’m gonna throw up.”
“i feel awful.”
“name? are you awake…?”
“can you hear me?”
“fuck— you barely have a pulse…”
“try to stay awake. talk to me.”
“fuck it, i’m calling an ambulance.”
“yeah… i’m awake.”
“my ears are ringing.”
“is this hell?”
“i’m so tired…”
“i just— i just need some rest.”
“you have to stay awake.”
“keep your eyes open!”
“stay with me… please.”
“i need you…”
“i swear to fucking god— do not stop breathing!”
“i don’t know how long i can stay up…”
“i’m trying.”
“i’m sorry…”
“i love you.”
“can’t breathe…”
too angsty? no such thing ;)
if these seem rushed, i’m sorry. i woke up at 11:45 and only had 15 minutes to think of something. out came this!
A sickly Yule plz
(Timothee’s character from Don’t look up)
Awful
The sound of a hacking cough pulled me from my slumber. I rolled over and blindly patted the empty space in bed beside me. "Where's Yule?" I wondered until I heard the cough again.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I walked to our apartment's living room, where I spotted Yule on the couch. He looked so small as he hugged his legs and rested his forehead on his knees. He didn't even hear you approach and startled as you sat beside him and rubbed his back.
"I'm sorry for [cough] waking you up."
I flashed him a pitying half-smile. "That's okay, baby. In sickness and in health, remember?"
"I feel awful," Yule whined miserably as he all but fell onto my chest when I opened my arms to beckon him over for cuddles. My fingers carded through his long hair in an effort to soothe him. I could feel the heat of his fever radiating off his body.
I grew concerned when I could both feel and hear his breath rattling in his lungs. "You're going to the doctor in the morning," I stated firmly, giving him little room to argue. Yule hates doctors and hospitals, so I was shocked when all I got in response was a weak nod. He must feel really bad.
He quickly fell asleep, and I didn't have the heart to move him. I slowly laid back to get comfortable and put him into a reclining position to breathe easier. I found myself jolting awake through the rest of the night to check on him.
When morning came, I eased myself out from behind him to get my phone and make an appointment with his doctor. It turned out that he had pneumonia, so I sent him straight to bed after we picked up his antibiotics from the pharmacy. It was hard to get lucid Yule to sit still, but I was able to bribe him with cuddles and potato soup - his favorite.
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The Battle of Chicken Soup
Steph was not sick. She was not. Nope-
“Achoo!”
Okay maybe a little.
But she’s glad the little demon isn’t here to condemn her to listening to him brag about his “superior” anatomy and how a “mere mortal” like her could never match up to his first class genetics.
Well screw him, at least she has waffles.
Steph shivered and huddled up in her blanket, wishing her mom was here to hug her and make her soup. But her mom had already left for work before she woke up.
So Stephanie Brown followed her three rules for sickness:
Dayquil or Nyquil. Those were a godsend.
Blankets. The more the better.
And the holy grail, coveted sleep™. Lots of sleep.
Red Robin wavered slightly on the rooftop. Batgirl hadn’t shown up for patrol (it was their turn to partner up) and Oracle confirmed she was at home.
Red Robin was not worried. Definitely not. He was just there to know why she ditched. It most certainly was not to see if she was okay or not.
Was it even okay to go into his friend/ex/partner/whatever-the-heck-they-were’s room anymore? What was the proper etiquette for that? He wasn’t exactly taught that at prep school.
He hovered outside her room before deciding to enter because fuck it she couldn’t do worse than slap him, and that’s better than being hit by a brick.
Stephanie Brown got sick the same way she does everything, hard and fast like a wrecking ball.
Tim swore when the thermometer displayed 101.3 degrees onto the screen.
Well his soup-making skills were better than when he was Robin.
“Hey,” He said, gently shaking her shoulder.
“Tim?” She said groggily, “When did you get here?”
“Came to check on you after you didn’t show up for patrol. You’ve got a fever, you should’ve told someone!” He responds, helping her get into a upright position.
“Oh. Right. Patrol. Hey, is that chicken soup?” She smiled. “Deja vu huh?”
He laughs.
“I promise my chef skills have only gotten better.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she says, blowing gently onto the spoon. He grins when she nods in approval.
Steph quickly finished her soup, and they fell silent, feeling the ancient pull of chemistry from TimnSteph, two peas in a pod.
“Batgirl and Robin huh.” She says finally, voice hoarse.
“Not Robin anymore,” He reminded her, not looking away.
“You’ll get sick.”
“Doing what?” She swatted at him.
“You know what.”
He caught her hand and looked at her in a way that made her heart melt the same way it had years ago when they were Spoiler and Robin, young, free, and in love.
“It’ll be worth it.”
hey disabled friends and anyone who struggles with eating :)
when i'm not feeling well and i'm super nauseous, i'll make what we've affectionately coined a 'pick plate' it's just a mix of foods cut small that are easy to pick up..and that smell good.
often it's enough just to trigger my appetite that i can eat (or the smell makes me sick). they're easy enough to do that they can be made sitting in a wheelchair or sitting down :)
i hope this helps someone!
sending love,
lillia
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Yall I have been sick for around two weeks almost now-
I keep going back to school for one day and then I’m out the next (throwing up almost constantly)
…….ISTG IT’S THE FUCKIN SCHOOL AIR COMBINED WITH FLU SEASON
Like omgggggggg, I was walking down the staircase with my friend and I smell this really good floral fresh perfume (like so nice) and in that same breath, I just turn my nose slightly and get hit with fart and STANKY body odor 🤢
I mean you add all that into this time of year where eeeeeveryyones getting sick, and kids are rubbing up on eachother trynna get to class or get out and goddamn-..I ain’t never recovering-🙂↕️😟
safe besides you (sakusa kiyoomi x sick reader)
genre : hurt/comfort
character : timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi, gender neutral reader
warnings : mention of throwing up, sickness, insomnia, crying, loneliness
plot (established relationship): as you feel like getting sick you can’t help but miss your boyfriend who is away with his volleyball team for a major encounter. you try to deal with it on your own, but you feel way more safe when Kiyoomi is besides you
You feel lightheaded as you make your way back home.
It was a long day at work and now you feel even worse. Before walking back home you made a quick stop at the nearest mall in order to buy groceries for tonight’s dinner and some medicine to relieve your pain.
Kiyoomi isn’t here tonight, like every other night this week. He is abroad with his volleyball team for the most important games of the season. He might come home during the dead night or maybe in the early morning.
You miss him, even though he called you every night during this week. Just when he’s about to begin his day and you to end yours. You miss his steady presence, his soft kisses when he thinks that you’re still asleep, his always so soft and genuine gestures toward you. You miss his soft smiles and loving eyes, his warm and comforting embrace, his dark and messy hair… Yeah you miss him.
Tonight isn’t an exception. You open the front door only to face the silence of your shared house… ugh, you just need to eat, take your medicine, and go straight to sleep.
As you make your way to the kitchen in order to put away your groceries, you feel like throwing up or fainting, maybe both at the same time.
Crap, this is worse than you were thinking. You do the rest of the chores, because you know that an exhausted Kiyoomi would prefer coming back to a clean home, and decide to skip dinner. You’re feeling too nauseous anyway.
As you make your way through your bedroom, after taking some medicine, your phone vibrates.
This is a message from Kiyoomi.
9:45 pm Kiyoomi : hi, how are you doing tonight ? how was your day ?
9:46 pm you : I’m fine honey thank you. Aren’t you on the plane already ?
9:51 pm Kiyoomi : good no, we will get on board in 10 minutes
9:58 pm you : oh okay then, I made dinner, it is in the fridge for you to heat up when you’ll come back
9:58pm Kiyoomi : thanks darling, you should go to sleep I won’t be home before late I love you
9:59 pm you : yes, don’t worry kiyo, I love you too
You put your phone on the bedside table and slide under your bed sheets, desperately trying to warm yourself up and to fall asleep. You need rest, you know that, but you can’t help yourself from feeling lonely in your king sized bed, without the warm body of Kiyoomi. You sound so pitiful right now, but you’re sad and you need the raven haired boy. Even though you know that being sick won’t be very appealing for him and his fear of germs.
Yes, through the years of dating him you grew accustomed to his fears and habits and he tried his very best to open up to you concerning those matters but that doesn’t mean he likes it when you’re sick. Because he loves you and seeing you in pain isn’t something he particularly appreciates and because who likes being near sick people anyway…
You toss and turn in the bed. It is almost midnight and you feel worse than before. Cold sweat runs along your back and your head is spinning like crazy. You get up from bed and go to the bathroom in order to freshen up a bit.
After splashing some cold water on your face, you go back to bed and decide to text Sakusa. Just because you can, and because you’re feeling very bad right now.
12:10 pm you : hey, love I hope your trip back home is doing ok so far and that you’re not too tired
No response… he’s either asleep on the plane, in a cab on his way home, or trying to deal with his loud teammates. Dejected and exhausted, you try to go back to your slumber.
You wake up way later, the room is silent except for the background noises of the street. Besides you, to your delight, lay Kiyoomi. Your sweet Kiyoomi, fast asleep, looking exhausted but peaceful. You snuggle against him and sigh in delight.
Wait… your stomach turns up in an unpleasant twist and you feel the urge to throw up. You detangle yourself from Sakusa and get up from bed as fast and quietly as possible. You reach the bathroom just in time to close the door and empty your guts down the sink.
After some time you try to regain some composure in order to go back to bed, but you hear a faint knock on the bathroom door. Shit, you woke him up.
“y/n, darling, are you ok ?” says Kiyoomi in a faint voice, still tainted by sleep.
You feel guilty, you woke him up from his much needed sleep. He sounds exhausted, but most of all concerned.
“I’m fine Kiyoomi, go back to sleep honey, I’ll be here in a minute.” you sigh as you sit up from the bathroom floor.
He protests, “No, y/n you’re not. I heard you throwing up, can I come inside ?”
“Kiyoomi, I’m sick, I’m full of germs, you don’t wanna come near me I swear.” you respond on the verge of tears. Because you’re exhausted, you feel like shit and just want a warm hug from your lover. You try, unsuccessfully, to muffle back your sob but Kiyoomi doesn’t buy it.
“y/n, I’m going to enter okay ?” you hear from the other side of the door, as you hear the doorknob turning.
He’s here, in his pajamas, more like an old shirt and a boxer, standing right in front of you, closing his eyes as the sudden brightness of the bathroom light. His curls stick at odd angles and he looks as beautiful as ever.
You quickly wash your palms, to prevent him from touching your hands that have touched the sink full of vomit.
He makes his way towards you carefully, and takes your cheeks in his hands, examining your pale face.
“y/n darling, you’re sick” he locks his dark eyes in your tired ones as you scoff “yeah, no kidding.”
To your surprise, Kiyoomi tenderly kisses your forehead.
The tall man makes his way towards the bathroom closet and takes some medicine from it. He hands you a couple of pills and you swallow without questioning him, trusting him for those matters.
“I’m so sorry Kiyo, for waking you up and making you deal with this, I know you don’t like it and you must be exhausted.” you feel your eyes fill up again with tears as you try to steady yourself because of the lack of sleep.
“y/n, my love you’re sick, you needed me, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your text, my phone is dead, but I’m here now” he says tenderly while pampering your face with kisses and as you sob uncontrollably.
This is so unlike him to come over his fear and approach you, even though you’re ill. It makes you cry even more as you feel him embrace you in a tight and warm hug and whispering
“I love you y/n and I don’t want you to deal with this alone, now come on you need to rest.” He leads you out of the bathroom which is connected to your bedroom and pushes you gently towards the bed.
As you lay down under the fresh sheets of your bed, Sakusa pulls you in a tight embrace and rests his lips on your forehead. There, in the warmth of your dear boyfriend, you finally feel at ease. You know that it’s where you belong to and that you’ll always feel safe beside him, in sickness and in health.
It's so frustrating planning to get back into my drawing projects and then ending up being sick
Usually, I'd power through but this cold hit me harder then I thought it would, leaving me feeling very sore and drained
That being said, once this sickness is out of the way I will be returning back to my drawings!
I'm going to take it easy for now, as to not stress myself, but I just wanted to say thank you all for being patient with me :]
Ever since the doctor said he found something which may be cancerous or benign, you're telling me now you 'care,' when my life is on the line? Death is now what makes me worthy?
- Sequoia Red
no one believes
in a sickness
that they cannot see.
My mom worrying that the bacon we (my family) just ate was bad
My brain, in my dad's voice for some reason: if we suffer, we suffer together, as a ✨ family ✨.
Me to my brain: unlikely but funny
Also me but out loud: if the bacon was bad then Ig we're about to find out lol.
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