cadnis oneshots so i can get some f*cking sleep

the best medicine

happy wednesday friends! here's a fluffy little sickfic to celebrate me getting my first dose of the vaccine last week! no tummy stuff though, don't worry.
also, for those who don't use fahrenheit
temperatures:
96-98: normal
99-100: not too concerning, but high
101-103: you're definitely sick
104+: hospital.
enjoy!
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Cady is very worried. It's almost noon and Janis still hasn't answered her good morning message. She's trying to calm herself; Janis is renowned for being a late sleeper, especially on weekends. But she wasn't in school yesterday, and they haven't spoken or even texted since Thursday night. Something must be wrong.

She decides to start doing some math homework to distract herself from her anxiety, pulling out her textbook and grabbing a pencil from the cup on her desk. She's working on her fifth problem when her phone finally pings.

Jellybean: good morning butterfly

Jellybean: sorry it took me so long to answer i've been asleep all day

Caddy Cakes: It's fine, darling. Are you okay??

Jellybean: i'm not great

Caddy Cakes: What's wrong?? :(((

Jellybean: i'm sick. that's why i didn't come in yesterday 🤒

Jellybean: doc says it's strep. had to get swabbed

Caddy Cakes: Oh no, poor Jellybean 😢

Caddy Cakes: How long have you been taking antibiotics?

Jellybean: uh since yesterday morning i think ?? why ?

Caddy Cakes: If you've been taking them for more than 24 hours you're not contagious anymore. Do you want me to come take care of you?

Jellybean: u don't have to do that babes. i'm all gross rn

Caddy Cakes: I don't care, lovey. I picked up lion crap as my daily chore for eight years, I can handle a sick girlfriend. I wanna take care of you 🥺

Jellybean: if u really want to, cads. my mom and jules are out of town, there's a key under the ceramic frog in the garden

Caddy Cakes: I'll be there in fifteen ❤️ mwah! 😘

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Cady puts down her pencil and closes her book, heading downstairs and grabbing everything she might need to help her sick girl. Two different painkillers, the recipe for the super-awesome-cure-all-wonder soup her family always makes whenever illness hits, some medicinal African herbs to make tea with, and some soothing lozenges for sore throats. That should be everything.

Once she grabs her phone, jacket, and charger, she takes her bike from the garage, since her parents took the car to some convention thing. She texts them to let them know where she's going and heads out.

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She's so distracted worrying about Janis she doesn't even notice where she is until she arrives at Janis' place, hiding her bike around the side of the house and taking the key from the frog.

She heads up to Janis' bedroom, finding her in the dark, huddled under several blankets, and with Pancakes resting protectively at the foot of her bed. Janis looks half-dead, her skin is pale and flushed pink with the fever, and her eyes are glassy and fogged over. She's clammy and burning hot to the touch, and clearly in a great deal of pain.