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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,268
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Aya woke in a hospital bed, attached to a battery of monitors and drips. His side felt sore, he supposed from the knife wound. Had he been dreaming all that about London and Yohji? Was he still in a New York City hospital? He swallowed hard, desperately trying to fight back the bitter tears.
\"You need some water?\"
His eyes snapped open at the sound of that voice, the most beautiful voice in the world. He managed to nod.
Yohji supported him and held a glass with a straw to his lips. He drank gratefully before digging his fingers into Yohji’s sleeve. \"Who are you?\"
\"Anesthesia still getting to you? I’m Yohji, of course. Who did you think I was.\"
\"Did I get stabbed?\"
\"Yeah, about six months ago. That’s not why you’re here.\"
\"So why am I here?\"
\"You complained of gut ache and then collapsed. Frightened the life out of us all. We called an ambulance and you were rushed into surgery. You had a burst appendix and peritonitis from it.\"
Aya blinked as his brain started working properly again. He’d had his appendix removed and the hospital was, therefore, in London. His happiness had not been a dream after all. He stopped clutching Yohji’s sleeve but was inordinately pleased when his lover kept a hold on his hand. Weak! He was so weak. But then, perhaps it didn’t matter anymore.
\"So how long am I stuck here this time?\" He started to notice details, like the fact that Yohji’s hair had reached his shoulders again and was no longer that ghastly yellow but its own glorious honey blond. He could feel his own hair, already long enough to braid again, spread around him on the pillow.
\"A couple of days.\"
\"No fucking way! Yotan, get me out of here, right now!\"
\"If you do come home you’ll have seven of us fussing over you instead of just me.\"
He glared up at Yohji in horror. Those stunning green eyes simply twinkled back at him amusement obvious in their depths. \"That’s emotional blackmail of the worst kind.\"
\"No, sweetheart, its the plain and simple truth.\"
\"Yotan! Don’t call me sweetheart!\"
~OWARI~
Aya woke in a hospital bed, attached to a battery of monitors and drips. His side felt sore, he supposed from the knife wound. Had he been dreaming all that about London and Yohji? Was he still in a New York City hospital? He swallowed hard, desperately trying to fight back the bitter tears.
\"You need some water?\"
His eyes snapped open at the sound of that voice, the most beautiful voice in the world. He managed to nod.
Yohji supported him and held a glass with a straw to his lips. He drank gratefully before digging his fingers into Yohji’s sleeve. \"Who are you?\"
\"Anesthesia still getting to you? I’m Yohji, of course. Who did you think I was.\"
\"Did I get stabbed?\"
\"Yeah, about six months ago. That’s not why you’re here.\"
\"So why am I here?\"
\"You complained of gut ache and then collapsed. Frightened the life out of us all. We called an ambulance and you were rushed into surgery. You had a burst appendix and peritonitis from it.\"
Aya blinked as his brain started working properly again. He’d had his appendix removed and the hospital was, therefore, in London. His happiness had not been a dream after all. He stopped clutching Yohji’s sleeve but was inordinately pleased when his lover kept a hold on his hand. Weak! He was so weak. But then, perhaps it didn’t matter anymore.
\"So how long am I stuck here this time?\" He started to notice details, like the fact that Yohji’s hair had reached his shoulders again and was no longer that ghastly yellow but its own glorious honey blond. He could feel his own hair, already long enough to braid again, spread around him on the pillow.
\"A couple of days.\"
\"No fucking way! Yotan, get me out of here, right now!\"
\"If you do come home you’ll have seven of us fussing over you instead of just me.\"
He glared up at Yohji in horror. Those stunning green eyes simply twinkled back at him amusement obvious in their depths. \"That’s emotional blackmail of the worst kind.\"
\"No, sweetheart, its the plain and simple truth.\"
\"Yotan! Don’t call me sweetheart!\"
~OWARI~