Prompt from Here: 27 Sick/Injured Fic + 74 Huddling for Warmth; Newmann
doing some more of these whoop whoop! (sry for posting none yesterday). i’ve never written sickfic for these losers before, which is criminal
There’s something spreading around the Shatterdome, as illnesses are wont to do in enclosed bases where hardly any of the occupants get regular sunlight. Hermann has not only the misfortune of picking it up somehow but the even further misfortune of Newton Geiszler deciding to play nursemaid.
“It’s boring as shit without you in the lab,” Newton explains as he barges into Hermann’s personal quarters exactly one hour into Hermann’s sick leave, immediately taking over Hermann’s desk with an armful of journals and—Hermann notes with a certain amount of distress—suspiciously blue-splattered papers. “I can’t get anything done without you yelling at me, so I’m not leaving until you’re back to your usual healthy asshole self.” He collapses heavily into Hermann’s desk chair and kicks off his boots. “For the good of humanity.”
“No,” Hermann rasps, glaring at Newton with watery eyes. “Absolutely not. Leave. You’ll only make me worse.”
“C’mon, Hermann,” Newton scoffs, “I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.” He zips open the small knapsack he brought with him (adorned with a staggering amount of patches), yanks out a massive bag of cough drops and an unopened box of tissues, then throws them directly at Hermann’s chest.
Hermann lets him stay, mostly just because he’s too exhausted to put up a decent fight. And he really does need those tissues.
27 & 74!
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