Post by newwwwusername on Sept 7, 2023 5:04:23 GMT
Prompt : Character with chronic pain has a bad flare-up that leaves them bedridden
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Dennis has chronic pain, Female!Chris
Dennis' chronic pain had been getting worse, but he didn't say anything, as he didn't want to worry the others. However, they were getting closer and closer to their debut performance of A Murder at Haversham Manor and the strain was only making it worse. It was only a matter of time before they would find out.
As it turned out, their finding out was not entirely voluntary. See, he'd awoken this particular morning in so much pain that he literally couldn't get out of bed. He wasn't even sure what had set off this particular flare-up, but it hardly mattered. He was in so much pain he could hardly think, let alone get up, get dressed, walk down the street to the theater, and get through a whole rehearsal.
Halfheartedly, he tried to reach for his phone on his nightstand so he could at least text someone and let them know he might not be able to make it to rehearsal, but just the strain of trying to grab the device was too much and he quickly began to see spots. So, he gave up on that venture and resigned himself to a day of absolute misery as well as the consequences that would surely come from his absence from a rehearsal so close to the show.
As minutes turned into hours, he stopped flinching every time his phone buzzed on his side table. Whoever needed him would just have to wait. A part of him worried that it may have been urgent, but that hardly mattered. As it was, there was no way he'd be able to check without passing out.
It did give him some pause, though, when he heard the lock on his apartment door turn and the door open a moment later. He couldn't see who it was, but somebody had just let themself into his apartment and there was nothing he could do but hope that they didn't find him alone and vulnerable in his bed, unable to fight back.
To his horror, the door to his bedroom opened and a figure stepped in. He was about to let out a scream when he processed who it was that had entered his home...
Chris.
"I knew something was up" Chris muttered to herself as she took in Dennis' disheveled appearance. "What, did you sleep in or something?" she asked, visibly annoyed. She'd been intending on running through a few Perkins-heavy scenes that day, but Dennis' unexplained absence had sort of thrown a wrench into her plans.
Her annoyance completely melted away, however, as Dennis began to cry pathetically. "S-Sorry" he muttered out, his voice wet. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to disrupt your plans, I just woke up in so much pain, a-and I tried to reach for the phone, but- But, it- It-"
"Hey, hey, hey" Chris quickly soothed, walking over and sitting by the bedridden man on the bed. "Don't cry, please. I'm sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusions. You said you're in pain?"
"It hurts"
"What hurts, Dennis?"
"Everything" the man whimpered. "Everything hurts all the time, but normally it's not bad to the point where I can't even move without seeing spots" he explained, tears still flowing freely down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Chris"
"Dennis, don't apologize" Chris scoffed. "Do you have any sort of medication you can take?"
"There's ibuprofen i-in my medicine cabinet in the bathroom" Dennis said weakly. Chris managed a small smile, then got up and left. She returned shortly after with two red pills and a bottle of water, which she quietly helped the man to get down. "T-Thanks"
"Don't mention it" Chris shrugged. "When you're feeling better, can we run lines here? No blocking, I just wanna make sure you know your lines"
"Of course" Dennis nodded earnestly, though he quickly regretted it as the motion sent a jolt of pain down his spine. "Thank you for being so understanding"
"We all have rough days" Chris replied with a small shrug. "I'm not gonna hold it against you"
"Still" Dennis said, closing his eyes to try and dissociate a bit from his pain. "Thanks"
"You're welcome"
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Dennis has chronic pain, Female!Chris
Dennis' chronic pain had been getting worse, but he didn't say anything, as he didn't want to worry the others. However, they were getting closer and closer to their debut performance of A Murder at Haversham Manor and the strain was only making it worse. It was only a matter of time before they would find out.
As it turned out, their finding out was not entirely voluntary. See, he'd awoken this particular morning in so much pain that he literally couldn't get out of bed. He wasn't even sure what had set off this particular flare-up, but it hardly mattered. He was in so much pain he could hardly think, let alone get up, get dressed, walk down the street to the theater, and get through a whole rehearsal.
Halfheartedly, he tried to reach for his phone on his nightstand so he could at least text someone and let them know he might not be able to make it to rehearsal, but just the strain of trying to grab the device was too much and he quickly began to see spots. So, he gave up on that venture and resigned himself to a day of absolute misery as well as the consequences that would surely come from his absence from a rehearsal so close to the show.
As minutes turned into hours, he stopped flinching every time his phone buzzed on his side table. Whoever needed him would just have to wait. A part of him worried that it may have been urgent, but that hardly mattered. As it was, there was no way he'd be able to check without passing out.
It did give him some pause, though, when he heard the lock on his apartment door turn and the door open a moment later. He couldn't see who it was, but somebody had just let themself into his apartment and there was nothing he could do but hope that they didn't find him alone and vulnerable in his bed, unable to fight back.
To his horror, the door to his bedroom opened and a figure stepped in. He was about to let out a scream when he processed who it was that had entered his home...
Chris.
"I knew something was up" Chris muttered to herself as she took in Dennis' disheveled appearance. "What, did you sleep in or something?" she asked, visibly annoyed. She'd been intending on running through a few Perkins-heavy scenes that day, but Dennis' unexplained absence had sort of thrown a wrench into her plans.
Her annoyance completely melted away, however, as Dennis began to cry pathetically. "S-Sorry" he muttered out, his voice wet. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to disrupt your plans, I just woke up in so much pain, a-and I tried to reach for the phone, but- But, it- It-"
"Hey, hey, hey" Chris quickly soothed, walking over and sitting by the bedridden man on the bed. "Don't cry, please. I'm sorry I jumped to the wrong conclusions. You said you're in pain?"
"It hurts"
"What hurts, Dennis?"
"Everything" the man whimpered. "Everything hurts all the time, but normally it's not bad to the point where I can't even move without seeing spots" he explained, tears still flowing freely down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Chris"
"Dennis, don't apologize" Chris scoffed. "Do you have any sort of medication you can take?"
"There's ibuprofen i-in my medicine cabinet in the bathroom" Dennis said weakly. Chris managed a small smile, then got up and left. She returned shortly after with two red pills and a bottle of water, which she quietly helped the man to get down. "T-Thanks"
"Don't mention it" Chris shrugged. "When you're feeling better, can we run lines here? No blocking, I just wanna make sure you know your lines"
"Of course" Dennis nodded earnestly, though he quickly regretted it as the motion sent a jolt of pain down his spine. "Thank you for being so understanding"
"We all have rough days" Chris replied with a small shrug. "I'm not gonna hold it against you"
"Still" Dennis said, closing his eyes to try and dissociate a bit from his pain. "Thanks"
"You're welcome"