PJO/HOO Sickfics and Prompts

Take It Easy, Cupcake

Synopsis: Jason is left alone on the Argo II, stuck with a fever and an unlikely caretaker.

Jason was content with drifting in and out of consciousness while a movie played. He had been laying on the couch in the lounge of the Argo II with a fever since earlier that morning, when he'd woken up achy and shivering. Piper had given him some ambrosia, but Frank said it would take a day, at least, to heal him completely. Jason was fine with this. The past few days had been emotionally and mentally exhausting, and he needed this time to rest for his mental well being as well as physical well being. So when the "monster alert" alarm went off, Jason dreaded having to get up, but he knew he had to. If there was a monster attack, they'd need all hands on deck, especially since Percy and Annabeth weren't present. They were currently in Tartarus, fighting for their lives. Sick or not, he couldn't just sit around feeling sorry for himself while the others did all the fighting.

Jason stood up slowly, then was hit with a sharp wave of vertigo, forcing him to sit down before he threw up and/or fainted. He groaned softly, and returned to being curled up under the blankets. Jason lost track of time, but it was a while until someone walked in.

"Jason," Piper called, turning the lights on. He winced. "What's wrong?"

"Migraine." He murmured.

"Oh," she lowered her voice and turned the lights back off. "Sorry. How're you feeling?"

"Not so great." Jason tried not to sound as miserable as he actually was, but his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. "I mean, I'll be okay, but I'm really tired and my, well, everything hurts. But I'm alright if you guys need me to keep watch or-"

"You can barely stand up."  Piper said softly. "You really shouldn't try to keep watch or anything today. You should take it easy."

Jason yawned. "I guess you're right. I don't think I have the energy to move from this spot."

"Poor thing," Piper sighed sympathetically. "Well, I came down here to tell you that we're all leaving on, you know, some little side quests. Coach Hedge is here if you need anything."

Jason wished Piper would stay with him, but she kissed his forehead and walked out. He frowned; she was leaving him with Coach Hedge? The satyr was, in Jason's mind, the least soothing and caring person to have around when you're sick. He was left drifting in and out of an uneasy sleep.

That was, at least, until he used all of the little strength he had at the moment to get off the couch and run to the bathroom to throw up. Once he was finished, Jason rested his head on the toilet seat, which was cool against his burning cheek, and made him shiver. He couldn't help it- he was miserable, with a pounding head, churning stomach, and sore throat, plus all of the built up emotion over the past few days- Jason started to cry. He knew it was pathetic, but he was so sick and tired, he didn't even care.

"Jason!" Coach Hedge yelled, pounding on the bathroom door. "You alright in there?"

"Y-yeah." Jason replied, hastily wiping the stray tears from his cheeks. He stood up shakily and looked in the mirror. His reflection was pale, though his cheeks were flushed, with chapped lips and puffy, red-rimmed eyes. He brushed his teeth to get the taste of vomit out of his mouth, and Coach Hedge knocked on the door again before pushing it open.

"Zapping Zeus, Grace." Hedge said. "You look awful."

Jason didn't argue.

"You should go lie back down." The satyr said, guiding him back to the couch, which was a little awkward since Jason was a foot taller. "You hungry?"

"I'm not gonna be able to keep anything down." Jason whispered, as talking any louder took too much energy. He collapsed onto the couch, and reclaimed his spot under the couple of blankets that he'd surrounded himself with. "Coach?"