Matt sat in the waiting room, his leg was bouncing even harder once he spotted the doctor coming his way. “Mister Sanders,” said the doctor, “Your husband has to go to surgery.” Matt stood up, nervous as hell, “What?! Why?!” “It’s his appendix,” said the doctor, “He’s on his way to the O.R. now. We will let you know when he gets out.” Matt nodded and sat back down. Matt kept checking the clock on the wall. Every time he checked the clock, and ten minutes would passed… even though it felt an hour, and when an actual hour did pass, it felt like an entire day to Matt. The more time ticked by, the more Matt got worried.
After three and a half hours passed, Matt went to cafeteria to get a cup of coffee to calm down. It didn’t do much. Matt felt like shit, because he wanted to give Brian a honeymoon he would never forget. Of course he couldn’t control that Brian’s appendix would start to erupt. All Matt could be thankful for is that he got here in time so he knew the appendix wouldn’t hurt Brian, or worse. Yet, Matt felt like his head was going to explode if he didn’t know anything about Brian soon. “Mister Sanders?”
Matt turned around to see the doctor again. Thank God Matt thought to himself. “Your husband is going to be fine,” the doctor said with a comforting smile, “The surgery went great. He’s sleeping now, but I can take you to his room.” “Thank you so much,” Matt said with a sigh of relief.

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As Matt sat beside Brian’s bed, holding his hand, he started to know how Brian felt when he was in a coma. It was a half an hour before Brian woke up. Brian blinked a couple times and felt a warmth on his hand. He looked to see Matt, who finally fell asleep, holding his hand. “Mattie?” Brian asked weakly. Matt’s eyes immediately opened, blinked a few times, and looked over at Brian. “Hey Bri,” Matt said softly, “How are you feeling?” “Better,” said Brian, “Could I get some water please?” Matt smiled, “Sure babe.” Matt went to the table, took the pitcher, and poured water into a small paper cup.
Matt handed the cup to Brian. “Am I okay now?” Brian asked after a sip of water. “Yeah,” said Matt, “Doc said everything went fine.” “That’s good,” said Brian, “I’m sorry Mattie.” Matt cocked an eyebrow, “About what?” “You had this big night planned for me and I fucked it up,” Brian groaned. Matt sat back down beside Brian’s bed and held Brian’s hand. “Babe… neither of us could have controlled this,” said Matt, “I’m just glad that you’re okay. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” “What now?” asked Brian. “You’ll only need to be here for three or four days,” Matt answered, “So we won’t have to cancel our Italy part of our honeymoon.” Brian revealed a crooked smile. Brian yawned. “Looks like the surgery took a lot outta you,” said Matt as he fluffed Brian’s pillow, “Get some rest.” Brian yawned and groaned, “But Mattie-” “Don’t worry Bri,” said Matt, “I’ll be right here with you… I promise.”

Notes

thoughts??