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sick day meme

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SICK DAY MEME
( REQUESTED RE-POST)

There's not denying it, you're feeling crap. School, work, a date, tea with nana, mowing the lawns, doing your laundry, that important meeting... you can't make it. You want to stay in bed and maybe you just need a little TLC in the process. What is YOUR reason for that ever-fateful call in sick that every boss just loves to hate?

RULES:
- Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have.
- When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 16.
- The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in any way you feel the urge.
- The poster is the sick person, the tagger is the one taking care of them/keeping them company.
- Go from there!

THE LIST:
1// COLD
It's just a boring old sinus infection and you probably could go in, but you're not because bed is just too nice.

2// FLU
You feel like you're dying and everything aches, but it's not quite serious enough to arrange your own funeral yet.

3// MAN FLU
Doesn't anyone understand how sick and miserable you are?! You can't function! The world is ending! You need cuddles, and hugs, and you can't do ANYTHING by yourself!

4// STOMACH BUG
Uh oh, this is going to get messy...

5// FOOD POISONING
But that meal was sooooooo good. The best you ever had! Why is it betraying you so badly?! Never eating ever again.

6// CONCUSSION
You've been hit in the head and now it feels like it's going to explode. Being horizontal is the best option, and not even in a good way.

7// MONO
Everything hurts, you feel sick, you don't want to move, you don't want to eat, but you're in it for the long haul. Company and maybe some cuddles with chicken soup might be nice.

8// CHICKEN POX OR MEASLES
SPOTS! Spots everywhere! Yes, even there! You look hideous and it itches so damn much. Don't scratch, don't scratch... oh screw it!

9// LARYNGITIS
Your throat hurts so bad and now you can't talk. How are you going to communicate, maybe you need a little bell? Is it bad form to text message someone sitting right in front of you? Who cares, you want chicken soup.

10// HANGOVER
It's still sick, right?

11// BACK PAIN
You don't know what you have done, but you woke up barely able to move. You probably shouldn't have done what you did last night... and you should probably rest it.

12// INCAPACITATING INJURY
You got hurt, you can move much, and you're stuck in bed. Is it a broken bone? Torn groin muscle? Cracked ribs? Whatever it is, the world clearly hates you.

13// POST ROUTINE SURGERY
It was a simple procedure and now you're back home. The only catch is, you can't be alone for 48 hours in case of complications, with the added bonus of it hurts like a bitch.

14// POST MAJOR SURGERY
You're stuck in hospital for a few days and have a gaping surgial wound. There aren't even any hot nurses. Now what?

15// LONG TERM ILLNESS
You've just been diagnosed with a longer-term illness (of your choice). You're feeling poorly and don't want to be alone.

16// ANYTHING GOES
Something not listed here, have a wildcard of your choice! Anything that might lead to a timely sick day.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He let out an indignant snort as he once again took hi seat on the edge of the roof a he was before. Of course she wouldn't actually be concerned, he was dead to his people now. Dead to her, even if she was not to him. Yep. She went and hurt his one whole feeling.]

I am not ill. It's midday, I am simply tired.

[Well he honestly had little idea what time of day it was. It was worse int he cooler months when it grew difficult to differentiate day and night from the temperature. So it could be midday, it could be late afternoon, or it could even be a particularly lively night. He was hoping to guess at least the 'day' part right. It was a 50/50 chance.]

It is venturing into night, Illidan. [ Day had moved behind them and the moon would be beginning to rise soon. The fact that he had not noticed that did seem worrisome. If he was ill with something what could that mean about what the something was? That in itself was a troubling thought. ]

You do not look merely tired. [ Her voice stayed stiff as she watched him carefully. ] We should take you to someone who can examine you. It is not natural...[ she trailed off. None of what he had become as natural but that was not the point here. ] for demons to fall ill.

That is still day last time I checked.

[He cast a glance at her over shoulder when she tarted the "It's not natural" line, just waiting for her to amend the statement. When she does as he predicted, he scoffs and looks forward again. He was going to have to stand up to prove a point. And he had just sat back down. Ugh, the things he does for you Tyrande.]

My blood still bleeds as red as yours, Tyrande. To my knowledge, elves do still fall ill. [Just to make it a point that he was not a fully fledged demon, and it was elven blood that pumped through his veins despite her- and most others- assumptions of otherwise. With a grunt he got to his feet, staggering a bit as he did so. But he stood up. That'll show her. He is the picture of fine.] And I am not having anyone pester me about some trivial-

[And he falls into a brief sneezing fit, where it shook his entire form. He dropped lightly afterward and made a noise of discomfort before managing to continue. His last word had far less conviction behind it than he would have liked.]

...ailment.

Yet hardly midday as you made claim. [ She folded her arms over her chest and watched as he made his pathetic attempts to stand. ]

If you are attempting to prove a point you are not doing well. [ Most would have chosen to keep that though to themselves but Tyrande felt the need to point that out to him. It was clear enough that he was trying to prove he was well to her, it was what he always did: he tried to hard to prove things. ]

Ah. Yes you are most certainly well. You have done well in convincing me of that.

I'm blind, what do you want from me?

[He turned his back to her and crouched down as he spread his wings, because he didn't to take having his personal brooding time interrupted with all this harsh judgement.

And he took off, shooting straight up towards the roof of the next building, but something went wrong as he neared it. His already limited vision went dark, and he couldn't tell which direction he was going. He beat his wings to try and keep aloft, but his chest felt tight making such an effort hard to breath through.

next thing he knew he had crashed into a pile of wooden crates. Once the dust settled, the only thing that could be seen were a pair of hooves sticking out from the splintered mess. Which looked almost comically as though someone had tried to throw out a horse. Illidan didn't move though, he was in too much of a daze wondering what just happened, and how he was suddenly on the ground.]

You have not used your blindness as an excuse previously. [ Her words were lost to him though as he sprung up into the air. It was not unexpected that he would attempt that. He had always been good at running when things were not going his way. She let out a sigh and prepared for the chase only to have the chase end in front of her. It was a dramatic ending and she watched as he spiraled down to the ground.

In another time, another lifetime it felt, she would have laughed at this. In truth, right now, a small hidden part of her almost did laugh. Bitterness and coldness suppressed that part though and kept it locked up. ]

Dori'thur. [ The owl flew down, circled around Illidan and then returned to Tyrande as she moved off the building and to where Illidan had so unceremoniously crashed. ] I see. He is very lucky. [ It was a comment to the spirit companion and no others. When she reached him she knelt down. ]

I will never understand why you must do these things. [ And she never had. In thousands of years she had never fully come to understand his strange reasonings. ] Let me help you. [ Why did she wish to help him? She should leave him now, leave him to his suffering, to pay for all he had done and yet...no. She could not do that. ]

[He was slowly unfurling himself when he heard the "he is very lucky" bit Tyrande said to her pet as though he wasn't there. He did not go his entire life trying to impress her only to lose to a stupid owl.]

I heard that.

[he let himself lay there sprawled amidst the rubble while he caught his breath. He had thought the overall ache earlier had been bad. He was wrong. However when Tyrande came down to him and, once again, look down on him and disregarded the efforts he made to be strong for her, it was enough for him to push past his exhaustion and force himself upright. He managed to get into a sitting position, and momentarily considered giving her a retort. But it would be pointless, her heart belonged to his brother, and no matter how much he tried to explain his choices to her, it would never change things.

So he just sat there, not responding to her. Not refusing her offer, but too ~~buttmad~~ proud to accept it.]

Of course you did. [ Was she supposed to care that he had heard? It was not as though she had made attempts to hide what she was saying.

She sighed and offered him a hand. ]

You need assistance.

[Before Illidan could make any kind of response, his upper lip curls up revealing his sharp jagged teeth, just before he has another sneezing fit. Dust and debris falling from his as he sneezes. When it fades, his scowl has deepened, an he gives in. But only for her.

He tentatively reached out for her hand, taking her soft hand in his rough clawed one, with surprising gentleness. He'd let her guide him where ever, but there was no guarantee he'd cooperate with anyone else.]

[ The hand felt strange to her, foreign and so different than what once was. Her feelings were mixed as they walked and so she did the sensible thing, she pushed them all down. ]

Do you wish to find some sort of healer or should we return to....the place you are staying? [ Where was he staying? ]

[He had been intent on not saying too much in favor of just savoring a moment he had not experienced for a very long time. Even if her heart belonged to his twin, and even if he knew that he would be nothing but a monster in her eye, he still cherished the simple contact. He was afraid that if he spoke and moved too suddenly she would pull away, but he couldn't exactly ignore her question either. He spoke his next words softly and subdued.]

I stay near here. [He gave a nod in the direction it was in.] You will know it when you see it.

[It was the only place that had architecture that resembled the old Night Elven structures before the Sundering. A bit skewed, as ten thousand years of blindness and imprisonment had warped the memories which the structure was built upon. Colors were occasionally off, or things seemed to have no color, and things were generally a bit larger to accommodate his size. Ultimately there was very little in the abode. A few places to sit, a place to bathe and get water, a place where he was presumably supposed to sleep. However the bed remained pretty untouched, he usually just slept sitting up.]

[ As they approached she looked it over and gave a small frown as she recognized it. ]

I can see why you would choose such a place. [ There was sadness in her voice that she did not bother to hide in the least. That he would cling to the memories of their home was not....perhaps it was not something she wanted to see. It was easier to simply see him as the Betrayer rather than the night elf he had been. ]

It is not home but there is a closeness. [ Not that it was home to him any longer. He was an outcast and a part of her ached at that knowledge. They had spent so long as allies and then...no. Now was not the time to dwell on that. If she spent too long thinking she might default to one side or the other. The easier side was the side of anger. He had cost them so much and she had cost her people much because of him. There was never a moment she did not acknowledge that she had been the one to set him free once. It had been her choice that had lead to further to destruction.

No, this was not the time for those thoughts. ]

You should take a seat at least. Do you have any idea as to where this illness might have come from?

[He followed here in, but didn't move away at first, not until she pulled back her hand, and even then he lingered for a moment hoping that maybe she would reach out again. But she id not, and he lumbered over to a large low chair, and slowly eased himself down.]

It is as close as I will ever get.

[It was all he had known for hi entire life before his imprisonment, then he just wound up being more or less nomadic for the sake of fleeing both Kil'Jaedan and Maiev. The nostalgia of this place was likely why he did not visit it, beyond when he absolutely needed too. Too many memories of a time and place he could never return to. Having Tyrande here only brought that point home further.]

I simply woke up this way. It has only grown worse as the day wears on.

[ She folded her arms across her chest in a protective position as she watched him sit down in the chair. It was strange to see him like this, demonic and yet completely weak. There was pity for just a second in her expression as she heard his words and then her expression returned to neutral. ]

That was of your own doing. [ Her voice was harsh and she moved subjects quickly or as quickly as she could manage. ]

What are your symptoms?

I did what was asked of me, and was then banished for it. Next time I promise to just allow the demon armies to storm through our land if you are going to get so uppity about it.

[Illidan's voice came out in an exasperated tired drawl, rather than his usual argumentative self. He leaned against the wall next to him, letting his wings droop to the ground. It wasn't exactly the most comfortable way to have them, but he was too tired to keep them upright. His broad chest heaved a he struggled to breath through discomfort and congestion, and his forehead was coated in a light sweat.]

My symptoms are as you see before you.

[His way of saying 'more than I am letting on and I on't want to talk about it']

[ Her eyes narrowed in anger at his words and she straightened up and attempted to meet his own eyes. ]

We did not ask you to become this. [ There was tenseness in her voice that she did not bother to hide. Still she tried to keep from becoming too agitated. Sometimes it was difficult to do when she spoke with him. He seemed to bring the worst in her out. ]

They are not. You are hiding things.

You asked me to be a weapon against the demons, and drive them from our lands. I made a sacrifice to do just that.

[He didn't meet her gaze, instead just staring vacantly ahead of him. It was a rare show of submission. He was too tired to argue, but he was also tired of being treated like a villain, despite how much he had served his people.]

I am ill, Tyrande. I am weak and feeble. I cannot focus, which leaves my vision clouded. I can barely speak or breath and I am both warm and cold at once.

[He did manage to bring forth some of his usual energy listing off his symptoms with an agitated hiss, however the effort that took left him winded. He loathed being weak. Oh how he loathed it. Being forced to ADMIT he was weak just made him even more frustrated at his condition.]

I did not ask you to become this. I never would have asked that of you. [ Or wanted it. The words almost come out but she stops them, bites them back and twists her expression just for a second. The struggle to hold back rages intensely inside of her and in the end she manages to win. The words are surprised and she takes a deep breath and listens to his list of ailments. ]

It is surprising to hear you admit those things. [ Particularly the weak. He must truly be feeling terrible to admit it. ] I do not know what ails you but there must be something we can do. Have you eaten?

If you did not want to use me as a weapon, then why keep me imprisoned for ten thousand years? And what would you have done if I had not what I did? Throw your armies to face theirs? How many lives would have been lost then?

[He let out a sigh, and the green glow beneath his blindfold dimmed. It did not vanish as he was not capable of fully closing his eyes any longer, but even just this served to mute some of the chaotic mass of color that assaulted his sense, and proved to be contributing to an oncoming headache.]

I had not been intending to. [His implication that she had badgered him into doing it.] I haven't, I am not hungry.

Do you really believe we kept you imprisoned to use you as a weapon? [ Oh dear. Now the anger was mounting and she was making even less attempts to push it back down. How could he think that had been their intention? How could he ever assume that? ]

I do not know what we would have done. We could have found other ways, Illidan. We could have found other ways before your imprisonment. You are the one who chose to forge your own path without consulting anyone else. [ Had had made his own choices. He had become this thing of his own choosing without trying to gt any other help. She opened her mouth to say something and then snapped it shut, grateful he could not see the motion. She almost asked why he had not asked her, why he had not come to either her or Malfurion for anything, but she knew the answer. Nothing would come from asking. ]

You should eat something. Perhaps I could make something. Do you have anything here?

It was what my brother said at my sentencing. I should be kept alive should the burning legion ever return. Tell me, Tyrande, what does that make me?

[Perhaps at one time, a time long ago, he had recognized his brother's actions as an attempt at mercy, an inability to put an end to his life. But ten thousand years of cold isolation had twisted an contorted his memories and feelings. The slow torture of his sentence was such a far cry from 'mercy', that he ceased to believe anyone who let him rot in that cage did so out of anything but malice and personal gain- with the exception of Tyrande.]

Alright, next time I see an army of demons storming through a portal into Azeroth I'll come back to confer with everyone whether or not I should kill them beforehand. I'm sure their numbers wouldn't have inflated too much in the time that would all take.

[His voice was dripping with sarcasm, over what he believed was a ridiculous notion. He had saved many lives with his actions, lives of the very people that had imprisoned him for ten thousand years. And he was labeled a monster for it. She got her payback pushing food on him though. He let out a displeased grunt just thinking about it. But he knew he was pushing her buttons just as much as she was pushing his, and he didn't want to lose her company, so he begrudgingly, very begrudgingly, caved to her demands without too much of a fuss.]

I went on a hunt this morning [At least he thought it was morning.] started preparing it then....

[He made a gesture with his hand in a manner to say "this happened", and left it at that. After he slowly pulled himself to his feet, despite his muscles protesting, and began to lead her to where he had left it. His movements were sluggish, and he jut let hi wings drag along the ground, too tired to care for the moment.]

It is in the back. This way.

[And in the back it was. A stag lay partially skilled and gutted, but it seemed as though halfway through he may have gotten either mad at it, or something else and simply took it out on the dead animal, because one of his mighty glaives stood lodged through its head, pinning it to the table. Where the other glaive was, was anyone's guess.]

Malfurion was...he was angry. You cannot take what he said then to heart too much. [ The truth was she was not certain about that. It had been a mistake to leave him like that, so many mistakes had been made all around. It was difficult to face it all now and she found herself strongly wishing that Malfurion was here with her. Not because he would know what to do, but just because his presence would make this so much easier. ]

This is not a discussion for this moment, Illidan. Or perhaps any moment. There was no way such a discussion would go anywhere between them. So she simply followed him to where the food was and frowned. ]

Perhaps I could use this to make a soup?

His words meant little. If he had any shred of mercy for me, he would have just put me to death.

[He huffed, and reached up to pull out the glaive, it took him a few good yanks before he managed to dislodge it. Whatever that stag did to him, it sure must have pissed him off somehow. The effort did serve to quell his temper from the previous conversation at least. ]

You can do that?

[It was said flatly, laced with the grogginess from his lethargy. It was spoken without fully realizing that he left out the rest of the sentence. Like the important part where he mentioned that he could do it here with his very meager and basic supplies.]

You should know he could not do that. [ No matter how angry Malfurion was with Illidan it would not matter, he would always be his brother. That much she was certain of. He was too good of a person to feel that sort of hatred towards his brother. At least she thought he was. Perhaps it was coming close to no longer being that way, but she was uncertain.

This though she was certain about. ]

Yes, I can. Even with modest supplies I can make something. I have used less. [ She shooed him with a hand so that she could get a better look at what he did have around. ]

Ten thousand years I sat alone in that cage, delude yourself all you want, but that is not 'brotherly love'.

[There's a moment where it seemed as though he were going to continue on it, but thought better of it. He didn't care for remembering what his confinement was like, and he was very aware he lost something of himself in there, and that he could have lost a lot more, and very much did not like to think too deeply on it.

Thankfully there was a timely shooing to usher him back into the other room. He sluggishly made his way there, just dropping his glaive with a loud clatter upon the floor. Should probably take better care of the weapon. But it was a demonic weapon, if it couldn't handle a 3 foot drop he needed a new weapon.

He made his way over to his seat by the window, and again sat down, leaning against the wall, only this time he would restlessly shift and squirm about trying to get comfortable.]

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YOU SAW NOTHING

Still in my inbox BOOYA. NOT DELETING IT.

wow you are so rude why are you my friend?

Does this mean I'm demoted to mouthblister again?

you've always stayed there

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