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Any, any, Thanks to the internet, we're all just a couple clicks away from 'dying' of some horrible disease

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Forever, Henry Morgan, he recognizes symptoms of something that's been declared eradicated and has a difficult time convincing his peers that it's a concern

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Sherlock, John Watson, when he's ill, he finds it comforting to read about terrible diseases he definitely doesn't have

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Any, Any/Any, nursing someone who has the flu

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Any, any+/any, life as an ER nurse

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MCU, Bruce Banner+Betty Ross, working together in a rural clinic

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Any, any+/any, home remedies

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MASH, Hawkeye Pierce, losing his first patient

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with-rainfall.livejournal.com

Any, any, “everybody’s dying just to get the disease” (Elliott Smith)

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with-rainfall.livejournal.com

Any, any, surviving an epidemic

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with-rainfall.livejournal.com

Any, any, the Black Death

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drabblewriter.livejournal.com

Star Wars Legends: X-wing series, Ton Phanan, life is a disease

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creepy_shetan

author's choice, any + or / any, trying to hide their symptoms from someone (can be anywhere from mild to severe)

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creepy_shetan

author's choice, any + or / any, "It's not as bad as it sounds."

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Where r u?

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.

*o*o*o*

“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.”

*o*o*o*

“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.”

*o*o*o*

“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.

*o*o*o*

“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.

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...but you know how I love making one of the boys drink something nasty that Andrej's concocted. :D

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Exactly....lol

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Hah! Maybe after (yet another) trip to the pet store... :)

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nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

Ha! That was adorable. Love the teen!AU twist, but still so John and Rodney. Well done!

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That’s absolutely adorable. Loved the progression of severity over the years, and finally succumbing to fun.

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Thank you so much!

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Thank you so much! When I read your prompt I immediately thought of Rodney and the trouble he'd have gotten into if he had access to WebMD back in the day.

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Okay, so this got out of control and is on my journal.

Romani Herbal Alamanc: Rosemary (https://asphaltcowgrrl.livejournal.com/328070.html)

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True blood, Eric northman /Jason Stackhouse, getting though hep d sickness

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Call me by your name rpf, timothee chalamet /armie hammer, food poisoning

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Riverdale, Cheryl blossom /Jason blossom, they were born with evil sickness

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One direction rpf, girl zayn mailk /Harry styles, she is the best cancer doctor in the world

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squidgiepdx

D'awwwww!!! SO CUTE!!! Of COUSE Rodney is a hypochondriac. But John's the perfect prescription to make him better. :)

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Just call him Dr. Feelgood. LOL! Thank you!

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Title --Not This Way
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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I was always amazed that they saved as many as they did under those circumstances. Great fic.

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Me too. Thank you

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untldeathtakeme.livejournal.com

Oh, but this hurt in the best ways. Under all that bluff we know Hawkeye was hurting. THank you for a great fill!

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cornerofmadness.livejournal.com

Thank you. I thought about how I've lost patients of my own (this was #3 for me) and used it.

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obiwanker.livejournal.com

There's something called the medical student syndrome.

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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