Thursday: Medicine
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clay_roses, your guest host for this week, and today's theme is "medicine". Prompts can be about someone practicing medicine, getting a taste of their own medicine, or even about how one character's love is just like bad medicine. (sorry, not sorry) Any way you'd like to interpret it!
The rules are still:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
For example:
+ Being Erica, Erica/Kai, OTC cough syrup makes her hyper
+ Supernatural, Dean, Dr. Sexy fanfic is addictive
+ Alice in Wonderland (Burton), Mirana, the creation of pishalver was an accident
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Enjoy!
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clay_roses, your guest host for this week, and today's theme is "medicine". Prompts can be about someone practicing medicine, getting a taste of their own medicine, or even about how one character's love is just like bad medicine. (sorry, not sorry) Any way you'd like to interpret it! The rules are still:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.
Prompts should be formatted as follows:
Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt
For example:
+ Being Erica, Erica/Kai, OTC cough syrup makes her hyper
+ Supernatural, Dean, Dr. Sexy fanfic is addictive
+ Alice in Wonderland (Burton), Mirana, the creation of pishalver was an accident
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone’s day.
Enjoy!
tag=medicine
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Date: 2013-04-04 04:35 am (UTC)He has an allergic reaction to a native food/beverage. He's given the usual antihistamine, and it works -- sort of. At least he's not itching any more...
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Date: 2013-04-04 04:41 am (UTC)"The hair of the dog that bit you." It was supposed to cure Arthur's hangover...
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Date: 2013-04-05 01:45 pm (UTC)(Warning: fic contains semi-graphic descriptions of vomit; emetophobes use caution)
(Wah, I'm really sorry for this; the prompt awoke some long-dormant memories...)
"Reflex"
"Just a GI tract infection, nothing too serious," McCoy says, replacing his scanner and removing his glove to pull Spock's tunic back down over his bared, slightly swollen stomach. "You almost had me worried when you came in. Here I was thinking you'd have to rupture something before you'd come down to visit me of your own free will, and it's nothing but a little tummy ache. Probably picked it up during the Denab mission; I don't even want to think about that Bandi cuisine interacting with your system. You know they use slime devil mucous as a salad dressing there? Ridiculous, good way to catch a—"
"No matter the source of the infection, Doctor," Spock says, unable to abide the chatter any longer. Rising from the examination table to a sitting position at its edge wrenches another cramp from his stomach. Most unpleasant. "I require only that you rectify it, before my discomfort begins to effect my efficiency. Can you do so?"
"Oh sure," McCoy says, wandering leisurely over to his cabinet and beginning to riffle through its stores of remedies. "Now see, normally I'd just give you some electrolytes and a little penicillin derivative to help 'em along, but of course that won't do a thing for you and your crazy Vulcan guts. Fortunately though, I've got some nice enzymes that are so friendly, they're even happy to call on icy green innards like yours. I keep them around for the crewmen with antibiotic allergies. In fact, I can give you your choice."
He reemerges from the cabinet with a set of hyposprays in one hand, and a large bottle in the other.
"Now, these little guys here," he says, illogically personifying the hyposprays as he raises them for Spock to see, "can do the job, but you'll have to spend a fair amount of time with them. Three-day course, four hypos a day. Should start seeing definite improvement by day two."
Spock considers three days of the sharp, cramping pains in his stomach.
"And the second option?" He says, careful to keep his voice calm.
McCoy smirks, and raises the bottle this time. He waggles it back and forth, the contents sloshing back and forth as he does so. "That's my buddy here. Now, she's a quick little worker, she'll have you right as rain by Gamma shift. One time only, down the hatch, and that's all she wrote. Comes with a price though."
"Of course," Spock says, wishing McCoy would speak plainly. The doctor, who had been quite professional throughout the exam, seemed to be making up for his lapse into moderately suitable behavior by being even more illogical than usual. "Explain."
"This one's got to be drunk, and rumor has it she's got a pretty nasty flavor. Bad enough to gag on; I've seen it happen. But of course," he smirked again, inclining his head as though bestowing some favor, "I doubt it's a problem for those oh-so-superior Vulcan taste buds."
"Indeed, there will be no problem. Vulcans lack gag reflexes. I will drink it."
"Thought as much." McCoy uncapped the bottle and reached into the cabinet again for a dosage cup. When he began to pour the medicine, measuring the quantity through the graduations marked on the plastic, his female personification of the substance was made at least partially more apparent: the liquid was the pastel pink color once traditionally associated with Earthian femininity.
"Order up," the doctor says brightly, extending the cup to Spock. "One enzyme cocktail, la spécialité de la maison."
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Date: 2013-04-06 09:52 am (UTC)She doesn't mean to. She's so nice, and so great, and Henry loves her, but right now nothing feels right. Her voice is too loud and her hands are too warm and the way she strokes his head is unfamiliar. He squirms away from her touch, trying to bury his aching head under the pillow.
Emma pulls away and gives him some space. "Okay, kid," she says softly. "I just wish I knew what to do for you."
Henry knows. He knows exactly what's wrong, and some of how to fix it, and he could probably explain it all to Emma if he didn't feel so bad. "I need my mom," he whimpers. He doesn't want to say it, because he's afraid it will hurt Emma, but saying it might stop him from hurting so terribly.
"Okay," Emma says again. She doesn't sound hurt at all. "Then I'll get her for you."
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He hears the tapping of his mom's shoes in the hallway, and then hears them stop. She always takes her shoes off when he's sick; she knows the sound of them bothers him. There's a whisper of weight as she sits next to him on the bed. "Hi, sweetheart," she murmurs in a voice like a hug. "Is it your ear again?" He nods, and she sighs gently. "Let me see."
Henry turns his head and she touches the base of his ear, right where it hurts the most, but it's okay because she knows how to be careful and her hands are soft and cool. "Ear infection. He's prone to them." Her voice is soft, too, as she hands her phone to Emma, who's hovering in the doorway. "His pediatrician's number is in there. Call her and tell her that Henry Mills needs his usual antibiotics; she'll pass the prescription along to the pharmacist."
"Got it," Emma says. "Anything else I can do?"
"Yes," Henry's mom says, and now her voice is just a little mean. "You can leave us alone so that Henry can get some rest."
Henry feels sort of guilty for not minding that his mom is being nasty to Emma, but he also needs his mom more than he needs Emma right now. He trusts her to take care of him, mostly, and she's always been there for him when he's been sick. He feels better already, just knowing that she's there and she's taking care of things, seeing what's wrong and calling the doctor and doing everything she can to make him better. His mom is really good at getting things done; it's why she's so scary when she's evil.
She's not evil right now. She's gentle and worried as she soothes him and strokes his hair, making him feel safe and comforted and not-terrible. It's like when he was a really little kid, before he started to really understand that something was wrong with this town and that something was even more wrong with his mom. His mom settles in on the bed, and he nestles against her like he's four instead of eleven.
"I can't heal the infection," she whispers after a while. "But there's a spell that might help you sleep, if you want."
Henry shakes his head fiercely, which is a mistake, but he ignores the pain. He doesn't want her to use magic, not ever, not even to help him. He's still frustrated that she doesn't understand that, but maybe it's a step in the right direction that she asked him first.
"All right," his mom says gently, sounding as frustrated as he feels. "I won't use it, I promise."
Henry trusts her to keep that promise, even though she obviously doesn't want to. He relaxes against her again, and feels like he's already falling asleep just because she's there.
She doesn't need to be magic. She just needs to be his mom.
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Date: 2013-04-04 01:48 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Lydia, Briarwood is the pretty poison. There is no cure for Briarwood.
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Date: 2013-04-04 01:50 pm (UTC)Once Upon a Time, author’s choice, the world where Henry was delusional instead of right
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Date: 2013-04-04 01:50 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Coulson/Clint, Phil checks himself out AMA when Fury tells him Clint is MIA; Phil gets there just in time to watch Clint commit suicide because he’s so lost in grief he can’t live without Phil anymore
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Date: 2013-04-04 02:05 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Stiles, he wakes up in the hospital, alone and without a name
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Date: 2013-04-04 02:06 pm (UTC)Teen Wolf (TV), Derek/Stiles, werewolves don't get sick; Stiles inherited the thing that killed his mother
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