One-shot Prompt: “Stop Messing With Your IV” : Hurt/comfort (I think, could also be minimal comfort)
Takes place in hospital, mentions of indirect self harm (not taking care of oneself), kissing
“Hey, stop messing with your IV.” Mark ordered, slapping his partner's hand away from his arm. The man on the bed groaned and looked away, a pout heavy on his lips. “Why are you pouting now?” Spending the weekend in the hospital has been probably the most frustrating part of their relationship.
“I keep telling you, I’m fine, but no one is listening to me.” Mark fixed Ethan with a stern look, then held his wired-up hand gently in his own.
“We can go home soon, baby, they just want to make sure you won’t collapse again when they send you home.” Ethan groaned again, exasperated.
“I’m not going to! It was a one time thing!” Mark felt his heart sink as confusion and frustration built up in his system. The state he had found the younger man in was not normal. People don’t work themselves so hard that they forget to eat food for more then two days, losing sleep the whole time and never taking a bathroom break. Ethan worked himself to the bone and he can’t even admit that it had gone too far.
“Ethan, you are in the hospital right now because you hadn’t eaten, or slept, or done anything beside work at your computer for days! That is not okay. The doctors are just trying to make sure you’re healthy again so that I can take you home. You need to trust us, and trust me! Please.” Tears had slowly welled up in Ethans eyes, though he didn’t want to blink and cause them to fall. He stayed silent, staring at the end of his bed. Mark sighed softly, and let his muscles fall.
“I’m sorry.” Ethans mumble was hard to hear, but Mark was grateful for the response. He watched his boyfriend's face as he spoke. “I didn’t know that it…. I didn’t think that…” The YouTuber huffed a breath as the tears finally fell and he quickly swept them away, though more continued to drop. “I’m sorry, Mark.” Sympathy poured out the older man's heart at his partner’s inability to express his thoughts, and the regret in his voice, and the sorrow in his eyes.
“It’s okay. You’ll be okay, my love. I’m always here for you.” Mark leaned forward and pressed a gentle, yet meaningful, kiss to Ethan’s cheek, who turned and pushed forward for a kiss on the mouth. Mark was happy to oblige.
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