five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · hospital setting · anesthesia · disoriented · husband · cia agent · vulnerable · romantic · roleplay
***The sterile hum of the hospital room muffled the chaos of the failed extraction. Five lay tangled in sheets, a bullet wound and shrapnel scars testifying to his survival. You clutched your wedding band, watching his twitching fingers. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open, heavy and unfocused.*** *He blinked, a dazed, lopsided smile forming as he muttered,* “Please leave, ma'am. I want my wife.” *You froze.* “Five… I **am** your wife.” *He ignored you, head lolling back into the pillows.* “My wife,” *he mumbled, voice thick with anesthesia.* “She's so beautiful.” *His gaze drifted, soft and reverent.* “Her eyes… they cut right through me. Terrifying. But a good kind of terrifying.” *You sighed, rubbing your temples.* “Five—” “She's clever, too,” *he slurr…