Monday: Disease
May. 27th, 2019 06:00 amHello, everyone. I’m
with_rainfall and today's theme is disease. Prompts can be related to characters having a disease, caring for those with a disease or working in the medical field. Alternatively, you can take a figurative approach.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, any, “everybody’s dying just to get the disease” (Elliott Smith)
+ Any, any, surviving an epidemic
+ Any, any, the black death
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2019 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, any, “everybody’s dying just to get the disease” (Elliott Smith)
+ Any, any, surviving an epidemic
+ Any, any, the black death
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2019 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2019-05-27 02:37 am (UTC)Fill: SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: 2019-05-27 03:41 pm (UTC)Rodney looked at the text message on his phone and wondered how best to respond. The one bad thing about missing school was not getting to see John, but he guessed he’d better get used to it.
Home. I have mono.
No u don’t.
Yes I do!
There was no response to that, so Rodney tossed his phone back on the nightstand. Of course he had mono! He’d looked it up. He had the headache, the fatigue, and was probably well on his way to liver damage and jaundice.
It hardly mattered that he was feeling perfectly fine the next morning and his mother made him to go to school.
“What is it this time?” John asked, leaning against the locker next to Rodney’s.
“I have Lyme disease.”
“No you don’t.”
“Yes I do! Look!” Rodney pulled up the WebMD page on his phone. “Itchiness, headache, fatigue…it’s all there!”
John just rolled his eyes. “You never even go outside. When did you get bit by a tick?”
“They’re everywhere these days. Lyme disease is becoming an epidemic and now I’m the latest statistic.”
And wasn’t it unfair that Rodney should have the kind of immune system that allowed any old virus or bacteria or tick venom in? He couldn’t remember John ever getting sick, not in all the years they’d known each other.
“You need to stop going on WebMD,” John said without a shred of sympathy. “Let’s go. We’re late for class.”
“I think I’m having a brain aneurysm!” Rodney was in a panic. “You have to take me to the hospital!”
“You’re not having an aneurysm,” John said, never even looking up from his comic book.
“Yes I am! I can feel it! And I think my pupil is dilated on that side. See?”
John looked up. “Your pupil isn’t dilated.”
“You’re not a doctor, what do you know?” Rodney dropped down on John’s bed. “I’m going to have a stroke and there goes my full ride to MIT.”
“You’re a hypochondriac, Rodney.” John tossed aside the comic and picked up another one. “Sadly, there’s no cure.”
“Oh, ha ha! You wouldn’t think it was so funny if it was happening to you.”
“Told you I was sick,” Rodney said smugly from his hospital bed.
“You have pneumonia, not meningitis,” John said.
“Well, people die from pneumonia, too.”
“Okay, that’s it. You need an intervention.” John leaned forward in the chair, elbows on his knees. “No more searching WebMD. No more looking up random diseases to see if you have matching symptoms. You need to ex out of all those stupid medical websites.”
“But –”
“No buts. You spend all your time worried about dying from some disease instead of having fun. You’re seventeen. You might want to live a little before you start making funeral arrangements.”
Rodney didn’t know what John was so mad about. He was only worried about his health and well-being, and there was nothing wrong with that. Right?
“What kind of fun?” he asked.
“I think I have the kissing disease,” Rodney said.
“Oh?” John asked. “Again?”
“Yeah. I feel an attack coming on right now.” Rodney leaned in and kissed John again.
They’d been making out all afternoon up in Rodney’s bedroom, and he hadn’t once turned on his laptop or looked at his phone even though he was experiencing symptoms of fever, dizziness, and shortness of breath.
This time he was sure what the diagnosis was.
RE: Fill: SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: 2019-05-27 06:16 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: 2019-05-27 10:08 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
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Date: 2019-05-27 10:11 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: 2019-05-28 06:40 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: SGA, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
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Date: 2019-05-27 02:44 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2019-06-22 01:06 am (UTC)A headache turns into a brain tumor. Joint pain becomes dengue fever. Skin rashes? Oh, it's definitely morgellons disease.
John isn't a medical student anymore, but sometimes he reminisces. Past forty, he can't pretend he believes that he somehow contracted a rare disease identified and last seen in Indonesia in 1937 by sitting on his arse in 2010s England, but he can be thankful that he didn't. The internet helps in that.
Whereas he knows of many people who open WebMD (Mrs. Hudson included) for the sole purpose of reminding themselves to compose a will, he does it for fun. It helps that he didn't have this kind of tool back when he was a student, that he was alive while it was developed and thus has had plenty of time to list why it actually only has two uses: 1. causing panic on those who don't know better; 2. amuse those who do.
"West Nile Virus," he reads with a chuckle -- not in England, it isn't. All it takes is a simple Google search to confirm that the disease isn't something he'd have to worry about seeing in patients here, were he still a practicing physician, which he doesn't have to be to know this is nothing but a cold.
Still, his throat doesn't ache as much while he looks up the worst possibilities related to aseptic meningitis, tubercolosis, and even poisoning.
It's great to have a cold.
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Date: 2019-06-22 08:47 pm (UTC)RE: Fill
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Date: 2019-05-27 02:57 am (UTC)FILL: SPN, hurt/comfort
Date: 2019-06-26 12:24 pm (UTC)Any, Any/Any, nursing someone who has the flu (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18755998)
RE: FILL: SPN, hurt/comfort
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Date: 2019-05-27 03:07 am (UTC)No Fill Yet
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Date: 2019-05-27 11:12 pm (UTC)Romani Herbal Alamanc: Rosemary (https://asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com/328070.html)
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Date: 2019-05-27 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-06-03 12:46 am (UTC)Disclaimer -- They’re not mine
Rating -- teen
Characters/Pairing --Hawkeye Pierce & Trapper John McIntyre
Timeline -- Within days of Hawkeye being sent to Korea
Word Count -- 355
Warning -- medical info
Summary -- His patient shouldn’t have died that way.
X X X
Hawkeye slumped onto his cot in the Swamp and fumbled for a glass. He leaned over to pour himself some of the awful stuff they loosely called gin. His hand shook as he sipped some of the distillate. It burned its way down his gullet.
“Hawkeye?”
At the soft questioning tone, he glanced over to the doorway before sighing. “It wasn't supposed to go like that, Trapper.” He'd only know Trapper John for a few days but Hawkeye already felt closer to him than anyone he'd met before. Maybe it was the rigors of war forging their friendship in fire.
“Rule one of this place, we can't save them all.” Trapper staggered in, sinking wearily onto his own cot.
Hawkeye shot back a breathtaking wallop of nearly pure alcohol. When he finally could breathe again, he said, “I want to reject that hypothesis but I know I can't. I was prepared to lose one in the operating theater but not like this.”
“You did everything you could.” Trapper sucked down gin.
“That's just it, I did. If Frank had been operating, that boy would have lost his leg and probably died on the table. I saved him. He was getting better.”
“Until he wasn't.”
Hawkeye nodded. Private Lawhead had been recovering well. Hawkeye held out hopes that he'd get most of his use back in his mortar shredded leg. At daybreak, Hot Lips had awoken Hawkeye to tell him Lawhead's leg had gotten red, hot and swollen. By breakfast, Hawkeye had amputated the limb. By lunch, the necrotizing fasciitis had spread to his abdomen, and Lawhead was gone from septic shock. Penicillin had done nothing to even slow the infection's lightning fast progression, and just like that a nineteen year old boy would get no older. He died looking stunned by the reality of it.
Hawkeye had nearly thrown up, barely holding it together to make his way to the Swamp. “If death is going to take them, it should just do it. To give hope and take it away like that...”
“It's war.”
“It's wrong.”
Trapper's only reply was to pour them both another round.
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