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A sudden pained groan breaks the silence in the recovery room. Xeno closes his phone and shuts it off, he doesnt want to get interrupted by anyone.
Stan, his lover, went under surgery hours ago to treat an injury he acquired in some military mission. Xeno doesn’t know the details as it’s classified, like everything else is surrounding Stans line of work.
All he knew was at 4am he gets a call from a man who claims to be Stans commander explaining to him that Stan is undergoing surgery in X hospital, and specifically asked for him to know and to be there.
Well, he doesn’t need to be told to be there. Even if it’ll be against military law he’d be there.
By the time he arrives Stan’s already placed in a recovery room asleep. And only after 2 hours and 13 minutes does he wake up.
“Stanley? Can you hear me? You’re at X hospital right now.” Xeno says in what he hopes is a comforting tone of voice.
Stan only replies with taking a deep breath in, eyes still closed.
Xeno moved closer and places a hand on his partners chest, moving it slightly in what he thinks is a comforting gesture.
“My wife wouldn’t ‘preciate you touchin’ me like that you know,” Stan, eyes still closed, blurts out suddenly.
Taken aback Xeno retracts his hand.
“Wife? What in the world are you talki-“
“V-very possessive ‘n doesn’t like to share,”
“Stanley,”
“Though to be honest with you I don’t mind because I think I’m t-the the same.”
“Stanley can you please stop talking for one second.”
“I never liked sharin’, like ever…pretty sure. Like maybe food or something but…hmmm i don know.”
Xeno signs, he should’ve expected Stans stubbornness would persist even when he’s high as a kite.
Stan turns his head towards Xeno, finally opening his eyes. He gets full view of Xeno and the annoyed face he’s currently wearing.
He just stares silently and his heart monitor starts beeping louder.
“…you know its not nice to glare at peop-“
“You know, you look kinda like my wife…yall brothers?”
“Brothers? Stan dont tell me this medicine has made you lose the ability to speak english correctly. If this mistress of yours and I were related we wouldnt be ‘brothers’ we’d be…”
‘Wait a minute.’
“But ‘chu really look like him..”
‘My god am I the wife’ He thinks to himself.
Xeno looks around at the nurses still in Stans hospital room, pretending to be hard at work and not slacking off to hear whatever this is.
He sighs once again. Already exhausted.
“Stanley, I am your wife”. He silently lifts up his hand to show his wedding ring, defeated.
“Whoooaa,” Stan takes Xenos hand and brings it closer to him so he can get a better look, dragging Xeno closer to him in doing so.
He makes eye contact with Xeno, heart monitor once again beeping quicker than before.
“Ha ha I really snagged myself a hot piece of ass huh.”
“Stanley!”
After even more embarrassing moments -like when a nurse positioned Stans hand to lay on his chest to check something and he, in his drugged up head decided to sing the national anthem- was Stan discharged from the hospital.
“Ah i see, you’re kidnapping me,” Stan randomly blurts out.
Xeno continues pushing Stan’s wheelchair, already used to him at this point. He replies.
“Im taking you to our home Stan.”
Stan stares up at Xeno,
“You sure this aint a way for you to take me away from the misses?” He says with a smirk.
“I thought we already came to the conclusion that Im said misses you keep talking about?” Glaring back.
Stan lowers his head back down with a giggle.
“I know I just like hearing you say it.”
Xeno huffs, wanting this to be over already.
With help from some nurses, Xeno makes sure Stan is fastened and ready for the ride home.
However, the second he starts driving does Stan have a better idea.
“Xeno?”
“Yes Stanley?”
“I love you, so much,”
“Im aware Stanley.”
“No like i love you a lot, maybe too much.”
“Im flattered, truly I am-“
“I love how passionate you are about science even if i don’t really wanna listen to you when you go on your tangents,”
“Ok Stan-“
“I love how you style your hair everyday, it takes you like an hour every morning because I know you want it to be perfect and elegant,”
“It takes me 24 minutes first of all-“
“Oh and I love that you say elegant all the time, like it’s your lil catchphrase and stuff and your big ass forehead too i love that.”
Xeno suddenly pulls over on the side of the road, coming to a stop he turns to Stan.
“For gods sake Stan your random professions of love are distracting me!”
“Xeno-“
“Shut up for a second! You just came back from surgery do you really want to go a second time?!”
“-I love you, do you know that?”
“YES I KNOW THAT!”
Suddenly, Xeno can see that Stans eyes start to get misty. He’d render himself speechless if he didn’t need to try and fix this before the problem exacerbates.
“Uh- Stan, Im sorry for yelling at you it was out of line. I apologize.”
“Say it back,” Stan replies with a soft voice, almost a whisper.
If his car wasn’t heavy with silence right now he’d be sure he’d miss it.
“Excuse me?”
“Say you love me back,”
Ok. Now at 8:57 am on a random Tuesday in the middle of spring can Xeno say he has officially lost his mind. Stan continues to stare at him, tears looking to drop any second now.
“I love you, Stan,”
“You do?”
“I do.”
Stan maintains eye contact for a second, as if he’d be able to catch a lie if it’ll pop up from nowhere.
He smiles and makes an affirming hum.
Xeno sighs for the up-tenth time today and turns back to start the car back on.
“Now please, remain quiet during the remainder of the car ride. I need to focus on driving and figuring out how I’m going to drag your wall of muscle of a body out the car.”
Getting no response Xeno turns back to look at Stan.
Stan’s just silently staring at him, even without words he can tell he’s continuing to profess his love to him in his mind.
‘Fine Stan,’ Xeno thinks to himself, ‘you give me no other choice.’
Xeno inches closer and rests a hand on Stan’s head, brushing his nails through the blond locks of hair.
“You got that? My love?” Xeno flutters his eyelashes.
Stans smile grows even wider as he nods.
“Good, not a peep from you till we reach home.”
“And when we do?”
“We’ll see.”