scotlandyard | SHINGEKI NO SICK DAY

that doesn't even make sense. oh well.

the sick day meme

PROMPTS

MINOR COLD Oh, this icky thing. Did you get it from school? Work? Did some random person sneeze on you? Whatever happened, you’re in bed with a headache, stuffy nose, cough, and all of those classic symptoms. Feel better soon!
RECOVERING You might not be a hundred percent better, but you are over the worst of the illness, whatever it was. Still, try to milk it for all its worth.
CHICKEN POX This sucks for kids, but it’s even worse for adults. You’re itching all over, have a fever, feel gross, and it’s just awful. Stick to liquids, don’t scratch those itches, and wash your hands! It’s a very contagious disease!
FOOD POISONING Is anyone suffering along with you, or were you the poor soul who now wants to cut out their stomach? Hopefully it wasn’t the more serious infections where you need to have your stomach pumped, literally.
HORRIBLE COLD This is worse than the usual colds people get. Fever is higher, you’re sore, sleep for hours on end, can’t stomach anything, and medicine just doesn’t seem to work. Better to just pass out and hope your immune system works.
ALL BETTER Yes! You’re cured now! No more staying inside, blowing your nose raw, taking awful medicine, and drinking gallons of soup! Now get back to work.
FLU Aches and pains, sneezing and sniffling, headaches, and more. That flu shot didn’t work this year, or maybe you didn’t get one like you should have. Tisk tisk.
ALLERGIES This is one of those things that you cannot avoid, ever. Be it cat fur or dust or some sort of food allergy, you can never be free. Sometimes, if you’re feeling bad enough, it can get you out of work and make people pity you.
CATCHING IT You don’t know what it is, but you’re coming down with something. Do you take a day off to take care of yourself and nip it in the bud, or are you one of those people who just continue on and pass it off as nothing?
HEADACHE Your temples are pounding and it feels like your head wants to explode. We don’t blame you for seeking peace and quiet. Take your medicine, a cold washcloth, and see if someone will massage your poor head.
RESPIRATORY VIRUS This is an icky one because all you can do is take gross medicine and cough up your lungs until it has passed. Also, you can catch it again and again and again, and sometimes, before it gets better, it gets worse.
LARYNGITIS Ha! One of the annoying illnesses! How did you lose your voice? A cold? Allergies? Just something random? Or were you screaming for too long?
SPREADING IT We all hate you. We don’t care if you’re in the store to get medicine to get better yourself, you’re a carrier and you spread your illness to everyone. Cover your mouth, carry hand sanitizer on you, and prepare for glares of death.
STREP THROAT Worse than a normal sore throat, this one comes with a fever and headaches, and not much can soothe your poor, sore throat. Try all the medicines and home remedies that you want, you just have to ride through this.
WILD CARD Is there another illness out there you wanna put your muse through? Is there some other scenario you want to play? Go for it, or roll again!

lovingly stolen from allmymemes

[His head is pounding and his throat feels raw and sore and everything is awful dear god why.

He knows the symptoms well enough by now and it's a frick fracking cold.

Jean stumbles into the barracks, already on his way to ridding himself of his stuffy jacket and moving toward his bed. He doesn't even bother kicking off his mud-stained boots, just flops face down into his sheets and doesn't bother budging after that.

Leave him here to die.]

[at least all jean has is a cold.

as opposed to marco, who's been tucked away in his own bunk for the better part of the last two days, coughing and wheezing and sounding less like a functional human being than a dying cow in its final hours. the latter might actually be a blessing though, because he would rather just die right now then have to go through another two days of this misery.

he'd almost rather face titans again than this.

the sound of footsteps pulls him out of his half-awake daze, and he drags himself up to stare blearily at what appears to be a dead body on the bed next to him.]

...Jean? [that can't be right.] I thought you guys had maneuver training right now.

We do, [comes the muffled response.

And since suffocating doesn't sound very appealing, he turns his head to the side breathe properly.

While also glaring!! angrily!! at poor, sick Marco.]

This is all your fault, you know.

[wow bro, what did he ever do to you?? apart from, y'know, possibly get you sick.

but he colors at the accusation - not that it's very visible against his already feverish face - and drops his gaze, too sheepish to meet jean's pointed look.]

I didn't think [cough cough] it would've taken that long to help Christa find that cat. [two hours of stumbling around in the snow trying to find a sad little scrap of stray fur that the instructor had just made them get rid of anyway. weakly:] You didn't have to come out with us.

[the alternative would only have been marco getting lost and freezing to death. no big, right?]

Edited (wait no he's not sick enough!!!) 2014-01-10 20:06 (UTC)

[Moving hurts but he twists his way onto his back then struggles to sit up in order to yank at his boots.]

Too late now. [Even talking hurts. And if he sounds like a petulant child, that's because he is one.

Still, whatever. He'd been getting good marks on his maneuvering the last few sessions so it wasn't like he was going to fall far behind.]

Should've just left that dumb cat alone, [he mumbles, more to himself.] Stupid thing wants to freeze to death, that's not my problem.

It was just scared, Jean.

[still, seeing jean whine and grumble is enough of a guilt-trip for marco; he tosses his blankets off and slides his feet into slippers, managing to push himself into a standing position with only a little difficulty.]

You should drink lots of water though, to make sure you don't lose your voice.

[he'd tell jean to stop talking too, but he's almost positive that one'll never happen.]

[Okay, no. There are certain things sick people should be doing and standing up was not one of them.]

Where do you think you're going in your condition?

[Ugh, looking up at Marco hurt too.]

Get back in bed before you get the entire squad sick.

Getting you some water.

[staring at jean like this is the most obvious conclusion ever, never mind the fact that he barely finishes his sentence before another coughing fit hits.]

And I'm fine. [as evidenced by the wheezing.] There shouldn't be anyone around in the dining this time of day anyway.

Fine, my ass. [Who are you trying to fool, you fool.

LOOK, NOW HE'S STANDING UP AGAIN to stop Marco, thanks a lot wow what a friend.]

I'll get it. I'm not as sick as you, so it makes more sense for me to go.

[ DON'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT JEAN, YOU'RE MAKING MARCO LUGUBRIOUS. ]

But you need it more. [ sighing. ] It's fine, really. I need the exercise anyway; I haven't left my bed in days. I won't be in any shape to start training again if I don't move around at least a little.

[All I read is Luigi Brothers.

Loud sigh as he tugs his boots BACK ON geez...]

Shit, whatever. If your mind's that made up, it's pointless to argue. [Winces because killer headache is killer.] C'mon, then. Someone has to make sure you don't pass out on the way to the mess hall.

[Sasha normally doesn't go to the boy's side of the barracks -- who is she kidding, she's like always around thanks to goofing off with Connie. peeking in to see if said Connie is in, but instead it's some gangly soldier she recognizes right away!! So she comes on over, plopping down on the bed with a bounce]

Hey, Jean! Have you seen Connie?

[HE WAS TRYING TO SLEEP, YOU LITTLE-- Dramatic groaning sounds as he rolls away from Sasha so his back is turned to her!!]

No. Go away.

[BANGING ON MARCO'S DOOR AND YELLING AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS]

Marco, are you sick?!

[OH DEAR LORD IS THAT A TITAN BANGING ON HIS DOO-oh wait no it's just sasha. very loud sasha. darn it sasha, didn't your mother ever tell you to be quiet around ~~dead~~ sick people??]

...Sasha? [okay really though who else could it be] Just a little.

[it's only a 103 fever!! that's nothing right...]

[NO SHE'S FROM THE COUNTRY everyone yells on the prairie silly boy]

A little?! [???] Ymir said that you were dying! [bc ymir would totally lie to sasha bout everything]

She said what?

[ ymir pls. still, the thought makes him smile, and he pushes himself into a sitting position. ]

I'm really fine, Sasha. You can come inside and see for yourself.

SHINGEKI NO SICK DAY

9!!

12!!! otherwise known as pneumonia

are we winging the timeline

we're winging EVERYTHING. or at least i am as evidenced by this tag

WINGING IT WITH THE WINGS OF FREEDOM

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the epitome of health laughs

jealous sighing

VAL TAG ME

WHAT IF I REFUSE

then you'll make me CRY

...i don't want to make you cry :( :( :(