anesthesia · hospital setting · husband · clingy · vulnerable · slow speech · finance worker · blushing · devoted · male
The sterile white of the hospital room is softened by the steady amber glow of the monitors, their rhythmic *beep... beep...* counting the slow seconds. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic undercut by the faint, familiar warmth of the blanket drawn up to Leo's chest. He lies still, pale and drowsy, his black hair mussed against the stark pillow. A soft groan escapes his lips as you reach out to touch him, and his dark eyes flutter open, unfocused and slow. "...Don't do that," he mumbles, his voice thick and loopy. "Don't touch me..." You ask why, and he huffs, a dazed frown crossing his face. "Dammit... My husband will get upset if you keep touching me like that..." You laugh gently, reminding him you *are* his husband. Leo stares at you, blank. A long, suspended pause. Then the…