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Title: You Give Me Fever
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Prompt: 6 Cold/Flu/Fever
Claim: General Golden Girls
Rating: Mature Adults
Genre: Humor.
Summary: Sick of listening to Blanche complain Dorothy has some fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls.
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Draped over the couch, arm thrown over her eyes for dramatic flair, Blanche groaned pitifully. "Oh, woe is me."
In her chair, Dorothy rolled her eyes then went back to reading.
"Woe is me." When she didn't get a response, Blanche sniffled. "Woe, woe, woe is me!"
"Blanche, if you say woe one more time I'll hit you with that riding crop I know you keep in your bedside table!" Putting down her book, Dorothy glared at her friend. All this moping about was just to get attention since her social calendar was empty this month. Dorothy was just about to come unglued with her need for attention. Then it hit her. Her expression quickly shifted from aggravated to shock. "Blanche, what is wrong? Honey, you look terrible."
"What?" Shooting up so she could grab the mirror off the coffee table, Blanche thoroughly examined her face. "What are you talking about?"
"You look exhausted and pale. Have you been sleeping well, getting the right foods in your diet?" Standing up, Dorothy reached out to touch her friend's forehead, then jerked back. "You're burning up! I think we should get you to bed."
"But I feel fine." Blanche frowned. Touching her own skin, she didn't feel any warmer than usual. "Are you certain?"
"Yes, Blanche. You go lay down, I'll get some hot tea and the cough medicine." Dorothy set her book down on the table and walked quickly to the kitchen. Behind her, she heard Blanche amble towards her bedroom. A smile on her lips, she moved over to the cabinet next to the stove and pulled out the bottle of Irish whiskey.
Humming to herself, Dorothy liberally poured the whiskey in to a glass. Next, she pulled out a canister of instant tea and dumped three table spoonfuls in to the glass and mixed it. Putting it in the microwave, she turned it on then went to the cabinet for the cough medicine. Taking it out, she dumped half of it in the sink, then replaced it with whiskey. She made sure to shake it well.
She was taking the tea out of the microwave when Rose walked in. "Hello, Rose."
"My, Dorothy, you're in a good mood. Blanche finally get a date?" Rose really hoped so, Blanche was becoming as desperate for attention as the Lungen Twins.
"Even better, she caught a cold!" Whistling, Dorothy felt so good as she walked out of the kitchen towards Blanche's bedroom. "Blanche, I think you should drink this down quickly, it will help you relax."
In her bed, Blanche had already changed in to her nighty. One of the more conservative numbers, she was still half displayed in the sheer cloth. She accepted the cap of cough medicine from Dorothy and threw it back with a wince and a gasp. Frowning, she accepted the tea to help get the taste of the cough medicine out of her mouth. She took a big swig and nearly gagged. "That is the worst tasting tea I have ever had. Did you use the instant, Dorothy? You know I absolutely despise that crap and refuse to drink it!"
"I'm sorry, Blanche, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. But, it is best if you get some fluids in you now, so drink the rest and I will go make some with tea bags." Dorothy watched with glee as Blanche choked down the second half of the glass with much wincing. When Blanche had finished it off, she took the glass back. "I know it will be hard, but try to get some sleep."
Feeling uncomfortably warm, Blanche shook the hem of her night gown. "You know, Dorothy, I do believe you're right. I think I might be coming down with something. Be an angel and turn the fan on on your way out, please."
"Of course, Blanche." Hitting the switch as she walked out, Dorothy closed the door behind her. She was about to take the glass back to the kitchen when Rose appeared in front of her.
"Dorothy, has Sophia been visiting old man McGintey again? The Irish Whiskey is out on the counter and over half of it is gone." Mistaking the look on Dorothy's face for sadness, Rose put a hand on her shoulder. "Come now, Dorothy, it isn't anything to be ashamed of. She just needs to learn to control her drinking better."
"I know, Rose, I know. You're absolutely right. And I'll have a talk with her about that tonight when she gets home." She patted Rose's hand. "You're a good friend, Rose."
A loud belch came from Blanche's room, stunning Rose. "Gee, she must really be sick."
"You have no idea." It was so hard for Dorothy not to let her lips twitch in to a grin.
"I wonder what she has. Do you think we should call a doctor?" If they could get one to come out, one Blanche hadn't slept with. That was always embarrassing to Rose, when the doctor knew more about Blanche's body than he had right to.
Patting the cough medicine bottle, Dorothy shook her head. "She has everything she needs right here. Besides, I have a feeling this is just one of those twenty-four hour hangover... I mean bugs." Smiling widely, Dorothy walked back to the kitchen, humming again.
THE END.
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Prompt: 6 Cold/Flu/Fever
Claim: General Golden Girls
Rating: Mature Adults
Genre: Humor.
Summary: Sick of listening to Blanche complain Dorothy has some fun.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Golden Girls.
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Draped over the couch, arm thrown over her eyes for dramatic flair, Blanche groaned pitifully. "Oh, woe is me."
In her chair, Dorothy rolled her eyes then went back to reading.
"Woe is me." When she didn't get a response, Blanche sniffled. "Woe, woe, woe is me!"
"Blanche, if you say woe one more time I'll hit you with that riding crop I know you keep in your bedside table!" Putting down her book, Dorothy glared at her friend. All this moping about was just to get attention since her social calendar was empty this month. Dorothy was just about to come unglued with her need for attention. Then it hit her. Her expression quickly shifted from aggravated to shock. "Blanche, what is wrong? Honey, you look terrible."
"What?" Shooting up so she could grab the mirror off the coffee table, Blanche thoroughly examined her face. "What are you talking about?"
"You look exhausted and pale. Have you been sleeping well, getting the right foods in your diet?" Standing up, Dorothy reached out to touch her friend's forehead, then jerked back. "You're burning up! I think we should get you to bed."
"But I feel fine." Blanche frowned. Touching her own skin, she didn't feel any warmer than usual. "Are you certain?"
"Yes, Blanche. You go lay down, I'll get some hot tea and the cough medicine." Dorothy set her book down on the table and walked quickly to the kitchen. Behind her, she heard Blanche amble towards her bedroom. A smile on her lips, she moved over to the cabinet next to the stove and pulled out the bottle of Irish whiskey.
Humming to herself, Dorothy liberally poured the whiskey in to a glass. Next, she pulled out a canister of instant tea and dumped three table spoonfuls in to the glass and mixed it. Putting it in the microwave, she turned it on then went to the cabinet for the cough medicine. Taking it out, she dumped half of it in the sink, then replaced it with whiskey. She made sure to shake it well.
She was taking the tea out of the microwave when Rose walked in. "Hello, Rose."
"My, Dorothy, you're in a good mood. Blanche finally get a date?" Rose really hoped so, Blanche was becoming as desperate for attention as the Lungen Twins.
"Even better, she caught a cold!" Whistling, Dorothy felt so good as she walked out of the kitchen towards Blanche's bedroom. "Blanche, I think you should drink this down quickly, it will help you relax."
In her bed, Blanche had already changed in to her nighty. One of the more conservative numbers, she was still half displayed in the sheer cloth. She accepted the cap of cough medicine from Dorothy and threw it back with a wince and a gasp. Frowning, she accepted the tea to help get the taste of the cough medicine out of her mouth. She took a big swig and nearly gagged. "That is the worst tasting tea I have ever had. Did you use the instant, Dorothy? You know I absolutely despise that crap and refuse to drink it!"
"I'm sorry, Blanche, but it was the best I could do on such short notice. But, it is best if you get some fluids in you now, so drink the rest and I will go make some with tea bags." Dorothy watched with glee as Blanche choked down the second half of the glass with much wincing. When Blanche had finished it off, she took the glass back. "I know it will be hard, but try to get some sleep."
Feeling uncomfortably warm, Blanche shook the hem of her night gown. "You know, Dorothy, I do believe you're right. I think I might be coming down with something. Be an angel and turn the fan on on your way out, please."
"Of course, Blanche." Hitting the switch as she walked out, Dorothy closed the door behind her. She was about to take the glass back to the kitchen when Rose appeared in front of her.
"Dorothy, has Sophia been visiting old man McGintey again? The Irish Whiskey is out on the counter and over half of it is gone." Mistaking the look on Dorothy's face for sadness, Rose put a hand on her shoulder. "Come now, Dorothy, it isn't anything to be ashamed of. She just needs to learn to control her drinking better."
"I know, Rose, I know. You're absolutely right. And I'll have a talk with her about that tonight when she gets home." She patted Rose's hand. "You're a good friend, Rose."
A loud belch came from Blanche's room, stunning Rose. "Gee, she must really be sick."
"You have no idea." It was so hard for Dorothy not to let her lips twitch in to a grin.
"I wonder what she has. Do you think we should call a doctor?" If they could get one to come out, one Blanche hadn't slept with. That was always embarrassing to Rose, when the doctor knew more about Blanche's body than he had right to.
Patting the cough medicine bottle, Dorothy shook her head. "She has everything she needs right here. Besides, I have a feeling this is just one of those twenty-four hour hangover... I mean bugs." Smiling widely, Dorothy walked back to the kitchen, humming again.
THE END.