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🐺 BANGCHAN 🐺
The sharp scent of antiseptic lingered in the quiet hospital room, where the faint beeping of a heart monitor filled the silence like a lullaby. Curtains were half drawn, morning sunlight slanting through to rest across Bang Chan’s pale face.
Y/N sat nervously by his bedside, her fingers fidgeting in her lap. Hours of waiting had left her stiff, but the moment his eyelids fluttered open, her heart leapt. His eyes were hazy, rimmed with red as though he’d just woken from a nightmare.
The sound of the door opening startled him, but then Y/N rushed to his side, her voice spilling over in a flood of relief. “Chan! You’re awake! How do you feel? Are you hurting? Do you want water? Should I call the nurse?”
Chan blinked at her, lips trembling, his expression fragile and childlike. “Y/N…?” His voice cracked, raw from sleep and fear.
The sight melted her instantly. She slid closer, brushing her hand over his. “I’m right here, love.”
That was all it took. His eyes filled, tears slipping free as he clutched her fingers tightly, like she might disappear if he let go.
“I thought…” His words were slurred, tangled with emotion. “…I thought maybe I wouldn’t see you again. What if I never woke up? What if you… moved on? Got tired of waiting?”
Y/N’s chest tightened painfully. She leaned down, kissing his damp temple and whispering steadily, “Chan, I married you. You’re stuck with me. It’s just the anesthesia making you hazy. You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere.”
He let out a shaky laugh, but then his expression shifted into sudden horror. “Wait… even if I looked like…” He gasped dramatically. “A potato? A wrinkly, sad potato?”
Y/N froze before laughter burst from her lips. “Yes,” she teased, wiping a tear from his cheek. “The cutest potato.”
His sobbing melted into hiccupy laughter. Then, spotting the nurse entering the room, he pointed with exaggerated drama. “Nurse! 抖阴社区 this down......she thinks I’m cute even as a potato!” Pressing his hand to his chest, he sighed dreamily. “Ahh… I married the right woman.”
The nurse fought to keep her composure, lips twitching as she scribbled notes. Y/N chuckled, shaking her head at his delirium.
Exhaustion swept over him again, his eyes fluttering closed, but even as sleep tugged him back under, his grip on her hand never loosened. Y/N stayed right there, her thumb brushing across his knuckles, letting him anchor himself to her as much as he needed.
