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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.

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[ 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.]

What am I to say to that? [ Nothing. There was nothing to say and she knew he realized it by the way he made his way back to his sitting position. Instead of focusing she started to compile ingredients to make something, some sort of soup or vaguely soup like thing out of the few things he had. ]

You should keep more in stock here. [ The tone was clearly chastising, the same tone she had used to scold them when they wer younger. ]

[After having finally squirmed himself into a more "comfortable" position on his side, Illidan rested his head on the arm of the bench, while his wings hung off the back, and one foot stuck off the edge awkwardly. He overall looked like a large dog trying to squeeze into a small space.

At her scolding he let out a whiny groan, an almost comical scowl on his face, just as he did in hi youth, and retorted with the same quick whit.]

Oh for the love of... and what would I do with it Tyrande? Would you really like to see me playing with knives and an open flame? I was dangerous enough in the kitchen when I could see.

I am certain you could manage. You have had to fend for yourself before. [ She called out to him as she chopped a few things she could find and began to heat up some water and add what little flavor to things she could. Supplies were beyond limited here and she found herself letting out a tiny huff.

Why was she even bothering with this? It was Illidan and after all he had done...Elune...what was she doing? ]

There's a difference between throwing a carcass on a fire until it's edible, and preparing a meal.

[Even with her scolding, his tone doesn't carry any really annoyance. If anything he actually was beginning to relax. He typically spent as little time as possible indoors. He only returned here to take care of some basic needs, or if the weather was poor. He didn't care for the quiet of the house, and even if it was simply petty bickering, the conversation brought some welcomed life into the place.

He tried to sniff the air and maybe get a hint at what he was cooking, but his nose remained too stuffed up, so he just lay his head back down with an exasperated sigh.]

I suppose yes there is, I cannot argue with that. [ She continued on and hummed some to herself as she finished preparations. The humming came from a lack of anything else to say. What was there to say to him? She kept finding herself back at this thought. There were so many things she could say and yet none of them would come out. It would only start an argument. It would only make things difficult. It would only cause pain, and so she kept quiet. They both had enough pain to last many lifetimes. ]

I am afraid this will not be much.

[A little smile very, very briefly tugs at the corner of his mouth, and tried to quickly hide it by stretching his arms up over his to crack his back. Then he settled back in, listening to her. Nearly dozed off too, until she asked her question.]

It will be more than I was going to have. You needn't worry over such things, Tyrande.

[ She finished throwing things together and then let out a hmph noise. ]

I am hardly worried. [ Was she worried? Perhaps though she hardly wanted to admit to that. What would Malfurion say if he were here?

Probably to leave him to his suffering until he ultimately felt too bad to do so. ]

Then why lecture me?

[He shifts again, this time onto his back- with some difficulty. While they had their uses, they did not make laying down and easy feat. Then again, his size didn't help much either. His legs now dangled over the armrest, and he kicked his feet up on an end table. Good enough for him. Even if there was a virtually untouched bed, not feet away, he made no indication of using it. Couldn't see Tyrande from it.

He was eating up the attention like a cat with warm milk.]

I am hardly lecturing you. [ Her tone was mildly indignant as she stirred the strange meaty makeshift soup she'd managed to put together. No, she was not lecturing him. Was she?

Elune. Perhaps she was. Only a tiny bit. Nothing like what he truly deserved. He should be appreciative of that. ]

You should be attempting to rest.

Right. Of course you're not.

[He let out a huff himself at her order. He was not on his feet and therefor resting, despite his incessant squirming.]

I am resting.

It is a discussion not a lecture. [ So there. That was it, she won simply because she was Tyrande leader of the Night Elves. He couldn't argue with that.

He would argue she knew he would. ]

I meant in a sleep capacity.

Since when did discussion entail barking orders at me, as though I didn't know how to take care of myself?

[I mean, his life choices couldn't have anything to do with it, of course. Noooo. But yes, she wa right. He was going to argue. He wanted to hear her say she was worried about him. She wasn't going to, but he was going to try. and therefore no one can criticize him.]

I am not tired "in a sleep capacity."

Edited (needed sarcastic quotations and more S's) 2015-08-16 02:19 (UTC)

When the orders are given to someone who clearly does not know how to take care of themselves.

[ He hardly was the pinnacle example of someone who knew how to take care of himself. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips that she immediately tried to stifle behind a weak faked yawn. ]

That does not mean you should not make attempts to get some sleep.

Unlike my brother, I haven't been given much else of a choice. I care for myself just fine.

[if the conversation earlier wasn't any indication, he was still bitter about that. But it didn't come out quite as bitter and menacing as he would have liked. Stuffy noses could do wonders making a person sound pathetic. ]

As talented as I may be I cannot eat and sleep at the same time.

Edited (lol this is what happens when it takes an hour to write a tag between customers...) 2015-08-16 22:19 (UTC)

Unlike your brother?What does that mean? Malfurion has had to care for himself many times with no choice in the matter. [ In between naps of course. Perhaps she had her own things she was still very bitter about.

Didn't they all? One did not live as long as they did without accumulating some. ]

It will need to cook a short while longer. There is still time for you to attempt some sleep. Or you may wait until after.

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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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