Vomit and Chicken Pox Oh My
Author: annethundr05
Fandoms: Power Rangers: PRIS
Schmoop: Nurse back to health
Title: Vomit and Chicken Pox Oh My
Medium: fic
Rating: K+
Pairing: slash Carlos/Zhane/Andros
Summary: Sickness runs rampant and Carlos needs a vacation.
Disclaimer: PR doesn't belong to me, property of the rich folks. I am playing with them for fun. :-)
A/N: Tis slash. Also a schmoop prompt.
“Bleeeehhhh!!!”
“Let it out.” You would never be able to tell that this unflappable image was extremely worried. Especially since that made the third in ten minutes, in which Zhane had emptied the contents of his already empty stomach, well empty. Poor baby couldn’t even hold down water.
‘Better in the toilet than the floor.” With a shudder, the memory of vomit splattering across the floor reaffirmed itself in his mind.
Nothing to freak you out more than to see one of the healthiest people you knew bowing down to the porcelain throne, even more so if that person happened to be your lover. Now add that times two.
Hence his dilemma, Carlos was torn between a proverbial rock and a hard place as he couldn’t say who needed him more..
“I’m still itchy!!!” The sound of aggravation and scratching reached his ears all the way in the bathroom.
“Stop scratching, you’re only going to make it worse. Don’t make me put the mittens back on unless you prefer the bubble wrap.” The threat hung desolately in the air. They all knew he would do it if pushed.
Turning back to find an exhausted Zhane resting his head against the cold porcelain, Carlos could feel his heart ache.
“You need anything?” Wiping Zhane’s brow off with a damp cloth, all he was rewarded with was a grunt, a slight nod of his head in the definitive and a quiet “Make it stop” which was said more to the toilet than Carlos.
Scenes like this almost made the abuse worth it, Zhane definitely, Andros almost. For a solid week Carlos had found himself running back and forth as a well whipped and abused nursemaid to them both.
Zhane, who for what seemed like forever, prided himself on never getting sick had finally caught the stomach virus that had run rampant through the ship earlier that week. The virus continued to wage on. Its latest victims being Zhane, himself, TJ and Ashley; Carlos and Karone had been the first two.
Zhane had been kind enough to stick in there with him wiping the sweat, making him sip liquid and holding his hair as he too paid homage. Andros luckily enough had been off planet.
Even if held a laser point Carlos would never admit it but Zhane was the easier patient; he really just wanted to be left the hell alone on the bathroom floor. Andros on the other hand not so much. He did not like being sick at all. And everyone knew it.
Andros had the chicken pox. Sadly enough he caught it from Silvy, while helping Carlos watch her . And had to up to this point been a terrible patient. He was demandingly rude, irritable, and itchy. Oh joy.
“Carlos!!!” A yell bordering on a whine assaulted his ears. And with one final glance at Zhane, who merely waved him out the door. With a nod and a sigh he headed back to check on his most demanding patient.
‘Back to work.’
Fandoms: Power Rangers: PRIS
Schmoop: Nurse back to health
Title: Vomit and Chicken Pox Oh My
Medium: fic
Rating: K+
Pairing: slash Carlos/Zhane/Andros
Summary: Sickness runs rampant and Carlos needs a vacation.
Disclaimer: PR doesn't belong to me, property of the rich folks. I am playing with them for fun. :-)
A/N: Tis slash. Also a schmoop prompt.
“Bleeeehhhh!!!”
“Let it out.” You would never be able to tell that this unflappable image was extremely worried. Especially since that made the third in ten minutes, in which Zhane had emptied the contents of his already empty stomach, well empty. Poor baby couldn’t even hold down water.
‘Better in the toilet than the floor.” With a shudder, the memory of vomit splattering across the floor reaffirmed itself in his mind.
Nothing to freak you out more than to see one of the healthiest people you knew bowing down to the porcelain throne, even more so if that person happened to be your lover. Now add that times two.
Hence his dilemma, Carlos was torn between a proverbial rock and a hard place as he couldn’t say who needed him more..
“I’m still itchy!!!” The sound of aggravation and scratching reached his ears all the way in the bathroom.
“Stop scratching, you’re only going to make it worse. Don’t make me put the mittens back on unless you prefer the bubble wrap.” The threat hung desolately in the air. They all knew he would do it if pushed.
Turning back to find an exhausted Zhane resting his head against the cold porcelain, Carlos could feel his heart ache.
“You need anything?” Wiping Zhane’s brow off with a damp cloth, all he was rewarded with was a grunt, a slight nod of his head in the definitive and a quiet “Make it stop” which was said more to the toilet than Carlos.
Scenes like this almost made the abuse worth it, Zhane definitely, Andros almost. For a solid week Carlos had found himself running back and forth as a well whipped and abused nursemaid to them both.
Zhane, who for what seemed like forever, prided himself on never getting sick had finally caught the stomach virus that had run rampant through the ship earlier that week. The virus continued to wage on. Its latest victims being Zhane, himself, TJ and Ashley; Carlos and Karone had been the first two.
Zhane had been kind enough to stick in there with him wiping the sweat, making him sip liquid and holding his hair as he too paid homage. Andros luckily enough had been off planet.
Even if held a laser point Carlos would never admit it but Zhane was the easier patient; he really just wanted to be left the hell alone on the bathroom floor. Andros on the other hand not so much. He did not like being sick at all. And everyone knew it.
Andros had the chicken pox. Sadly enough he caught it from Silvy, while helping Carlos watch her . And had to up to this point been a terrible patient. He was demandingly rude, irritable, and itchy. Oh joy.
“Carlos!!!” A yell bordering on a whine assaulted his ears. And with one final glance at Zhane, who merely waved him out the door. With a nod and a sigh he headed back to check on his most demanding patient.
‘Back to work.’