Paul’s eyes opened slowly, the light in the room hurting for the first few seconds, but the pain in the rest of the body soon shocked him right into consciousness.
He glanced around, not sure of his surroundings at first, but the constant beep of the heart monitor, and the smell of sterilization clued him in. He was in the hospital. He was alive, and after a quick check, he realized he had all his limbs, and they seemed to be functioning.
The night before was such a blur, and he didn’t have the strength to try and remember everything. It wasn’t important any ways. Not right now. He was alive.
He glanced to his side, and there, passed out in one of the chairs, was Roy.
Slowly, carefully Paul reached out, his fingertips gently touching Roy’s belly, tickling him lightly.
Roy woke with a small jump. He looked at Paul, his eyes wide, then he smiled.
"You’re awake." Roy gently took Paul’s hand in his own.
Paul just smiled, laying back down, a small shock of pain wasn’t enough to ruin this moment.
"How long have you been here." He was shocked to hear his voice. It was so hoarse and dry.
"A couple hours. I don’t know. I lost track of time." Roy leaned forward. "You should have seen Carla. She was going to rip the doctor’s head off if they didn’t let me in here."
"I’ll have to thank her." Paul paused, wondering if he should follow his instinct this time. "Roy."
He gave Roy’s hand a tug, and motioned for him to move closer.
"Thank you for putting up with me." Paul leaned forward the best he could, and slowly kissed Roy’s lips.
Roy sat down, tears running down his face.
"No problem." Roy laughed. "I’m just glad you’re okay."
"Well, the okay part could be argued. I’ll just settle for alive."
They just sat there for a few minutes more, not speaking. Paul reached up, placing his hand on Roy’s cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears.
Except for the dull pain in his ribs, Paul actually felt okay.
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