Post by newwwwusername on Sept 8, 2023 21:33:20 GMT
Full title on AO3 : Your Fever is Persistent, but You're Getting Better!
Prompt : Persistent Fever
Chronology : Pre-canon
When Robert had first begun running a fever, Catherine had prepared herself for a few days of worrying over him, followed by a proper recovery that allowed her to once more for her focus to be on that of his mental problems rather than physical.
However, once his fever hit the two-week mark (which was when a fever was deemed persistent), she began to feel this pit in her stomach because he wasn't getting better.
"Catherine" he said, sitting at his old desk and still writing despite his sickness. Everything was weak and achey and he was shivering despite the sweat dripping down his back and he wasn't eating and he swore he'd had the same headache for days now, and yet... Here he was, still writing in those fucking notebooks. "Catherine, what time is it?"
"You have a watch, dad"
"What... Time is it?" he asked again, seemingly not hearing her. She wondered if he even still knew how to read a watch.
"It's a little past four in the afternoon" she told him with a small sigh. "I should take your temperature again"
"I'm okay" he dismissed, though he clearly wasn't. "You don't need to-"
"I'm taking it"
"I don't want you putting that thing in my mouth again" he told her, growing annoyed. "It takes like metal"
"Would you rather me take it through your butt?"
"...Fine" he groaned. "Take it- Through my mouth"
"Thank you" she nodded, glad he was complying. She checked his temperature and sighed as she saw the numbers come up. 102° F. "Well, you still have a fever, but it's not High-grade anymore" she informed him. He hummed in acknowledgment before turning back to his writing. "So, you are getting better"
He nodded and the pair did not exchange a word for the rest of the day.
Prompt : Persistent Fever
Chronology : Pre-canon
When Robert had first begun running a fever, Catherine had prepared herself for a few days of worrying over him, followed by a proper recovery that allowed her to once more for her focus to be on that of his mental problems rather than physical.
However, once his fever hit the two-week mark (which was when a fever was deemed persistent), she began to feel this pit in her stomach because he wasn't getting better.
"Catherine" he said, sitting at his old desk and still writing despite his sickness. Everything was weak and achey and he was shivering despite the sweat dripping down his back and he wasn't eating and he swore he'd had the same headache for days now, and yet... Here he was, still writing in those fucking notebooks. "Catherine, what time is it?"
"You have a watch, dad"
"What... Time is it?" he asked again, seemingly not hearing her. She wondered if he even still knew how to read a watch.
"It's a little past four in the afternoon" she told him with a small sigh. "I should take your temperature again"
"I'm okay" he dismissed, though he clearly wasn't. "You don't need to-"
"I'm taking it"
"I don't want you putting that thing in my mouth again" he told her, growing annoyed. "It takes like metal"
"Would you rather me take it through your butt?"
"...Fine" he groaned. "Take it- Through my mouth"
"Thank you" she nodded, glad he was complying. She checked his temperature and sighed as she saw the numbers come up. 102° F. "Well, you still have a fever, but it's not High-grade anymore" she informed him. He hummed in acknowledgment before turning back to his writing. "So, you are getting better"
He nodded and the pair did not exchange a word for the rest of the day.