Details in old timey sickfic
- Whumpee has a candle near their bed, but it’s flickering so much it makes them dizzy
- Bitter herbs and tonics
- Wind rattling the shutters, sometimes throwing them open and startling the sick and tired whumpee
- Scratchy sheets and lumpy mattresses, beds not up to the comfort standards of today (but still much more comfortable than whatever situation they were in before)
- Firelight flickering off wooden ceiling beams, the only thing the sick character has the energy to look at
- If their soup goes cold, there’s no quick and easy way to reheat it
- Painkillers don’t work as efficiently
- Or they leave the sickie so groggy and sluggish that they almost feel worse
- Drafts
- Just how cold the wooden/stone floors are on their bare feet if they need to leave bed
- Real doctors being rare/expensive/ too far away so home care will have to do in any capacity
- No electric lighting. If the window is open, it’s too bright for the whumpee’s eyes, but with it closed and only a single candle it’s too dark for the caretaker to see what they’re doing
- Caretaker telling whumpee stories while they sit at their bedside (because modern distractions?? who is she????)
- That looming, persistent knowledge that people die from illnesses all the time, and they could very well be next. Every sickness, even something we see as mild, being a threat.
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