#roiisin

         viggo absolutely hated hospitals, the sterile smell burning his nostrils as he sat uncomfortably on a chair beside the bed. he felt foolish for even being here it would have been much easier if his doctors office had just picked up the phone. the pain in his chest had started as a dull ache a few days ago, as each 24 hours passed it progressed. now there was a shooting pain stuck in his chest that no amount of ibuprofen could resolve. fingertips tapped restlessly against the arm of his chair as he waited, mind wandering to every worst case scenario he could think of as the throbbing continued. it wasn’t until the sterile scent was replaced by something more calming, like a campfire. his gaze shifting immediately upwards to meet whatever was the cause of it.