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[team sonic] Needing stitches
Starting words from here.
Title from Stitches by Shawn Mendes. This is part three of the Full of Wonder au; the first and second stories are To my heartbeat sound and Inner comfort of you, respectively. This story is followed by I see your eyes.
I hope I'm not too late on this one!
"Why don't you join us?" The doctor holds the door open, Yixing is standing, ready in his green surgical cap and paper gown over his clothes, of course I'm coming. He's worried about Sehun; everything seems to be okay but he can't get the picture of Sehun's swollen belly almost lifting up with contractions, the pain flickering over his face, out of his head.
It looked awful.
He's lying on the operating table now, arms spread and strapped loosely to some kind of thing — Yixing doesn't understand but it doesn't seem important at the moment. He rushes forward, wraps his fingers around Sehun's hand.
"Are you okay?"
Sehun nods, smiles weakly. "We're really doing this, aren't we?" he asks, and pauses, waiting for an answer.The oxygen tube taped across his face, feeding oxygen directly to his airway, makes Yixing feel uncomfortable. It's scarier than he'd thought it would be.
"Yes we are," Yixing says, squeezing his hand reassuringly and ignoring the anxiety twisting through his own stomach. There's still a furrowed line between Sehun's eyes; Yixing knows that he shouldn't be in pain right now and yet he doesn't like seeing it there. He's not sure if he's allowed, but he leans down and presses a soft kiss to Sehun's forehead anyway. No one's looking; there's a green curtain hanging over Sehun's chest, splitting his body in half, and all the activity seems to be on the other side, besides the anaesthetist, who gives Yixing a reassuring grin.
Thanks.
After a while Sehun starts to get bored lying there, thanks to the anaesthetist he's probably feeling the best he's felt in the last month at least and it's starting to show.
"Yixing," he asks, looking up with large eyes. His face is still too thin, the cheekbones a little too sharp for Yixing's tastes. He can't say no. "I'm curious, you should tell me what's going on."
Yixing glances over at the anaesthetist who nods reassuringly. Yixing stands up from the stool and peeks around the corner.
Blood everywhere. He blinks.
Not really, everything seems to be under control, the suctioning assistant suctioning and the doctor pulling, small limbs emerging from what seems to be the abdominal wall. Yixing can't remember, it's been a while since high school biology and it was never practical anatomy.
"How was it?" Sehun asks, as Yixing sits back down on the stool, slightly harder than he'd intended because his knees are a little wobbly.
"It was interesting," Yixing says. "I think I'll wait here." Sehun is just getting ready to pout at him or do something else equally disastrous when they hear a shrill warbling cry, and Sehun's fingers tighten so hard around Yixing's that he's sure the circulation has been cut off.
"Is that him?" Sehun breaths, his voice sounds so . . . anxious, awed and Yixing feels a lump forming in his throat. It takes a moment for them to clean the baby and then the nurse comes around with a small bundle, black hair peeking out of the mint-coloured blanket. Sehun's arms are still fastened to the bar things but they unhook the one without the IV so that he can reach over and touch the tiny face.
"My baby," Sehun whispers, and it sounds like a prayer.
After a minute the nurse reaches for the baby, he has to go to the NICU apparently, and Yixing doesn't want to let him out of his sight but they're still working on Sehun, because it seems to take more time to put people together than take them apart. Sehun is tired, now, his face is drawn and Yixing keeps rubbing his hand between his fingers as the busy action behind the curtain continues.
"Yixing," Sehun says quietly, staring at the sheet.
"Yes?" Yixing replies, ducking his head down a bit so that he can hear better.
"Do you think I'll be an okay dad?" Sehun sounds so worried, somehow, and Yixing wants to bundle him into his arms and tell him it will be okay, he'll be perfect, they'll be the best parents ever, but he can't; Sehun is still on the table and they're still putting him together again.
"You're perfect," Yixing murmurs into his ear instead. Sehun smiles, eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheek.
"You're even better," he whispers. "Thank you for being here with me." Yixing can't help the tear that slips out of his eye to roll down his cheek. I love you so much.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."
Title from Stitches by Shawn Mendes. This is part three of the Full of Wonder au; the first and second stories are To my heartbeat sound and Inner comfort of you, respectively. This story is followed by I see your eyes.
I hope I'm not too late on this one!
"Why don't you join us?" The doctor holds the door open, Yixing is standing, ready in his green surgical cap and paper gown over his clothes, of course I'm coming. He's worried about Sehun; everything seems to be okay but he can't get the picture of Sehun's swollen belly almost lifting up with contractions, the pain flickering over his face, out of his head.
It looked awful.
He's lying on the operating table now, arms spread and strapped loosely to some kind of thing — Yixing doesn't understand but it doesn't seem important at the moment. He rushes forward, wraps his fingers around Sehun's hand.
"Are you okay?"
Sehun nods, smiles weakly. "We're really doing this, aren't we?" he asks, and pauses, waiting for an answer.The oxygen tube taped across his face, feeding oxygen directly to his airway, makes Yixing feel uncomfortable. It's scarier than he'd thought it would be.
"Yes we are," Yixing says, squeezing his hand reassuringly and ignoring the anxiety twisting through his own stomach. There's still a furrowed line between Sehun's eyes; Yixing knows that he shouldn't be in pain right now and yet he doesn't like seeing it there. He's not sure if he's allowed, but he leans down and presses a soft kiss to Sehun's forehead anyway. No one's looking; there's a green curtain hanging over Sehun's chest, splitting his body in half, and all the activity seems to be on the other side, besides the anaesthetist, who gives Yixing a reassuring grin.
Thanks.
After a while Sehun starts to get bored lying there, thanks to the anaesthetist he's probably feeling the best he's felt in the last month at least and it's starting to show.
"Yixing," he asks, looking up with large eyes. His face is still too thin, the cheekbones a little too sharp for Yixing's tastes. He can't say no. "I'm curious, you should tell me what's going on."
Yixing glances over at the anaesthetist who nods reassuringly. Yixing stands up from the stool and peeks around the corner.
Blood everywhere. He blinks.
Not really, everything seems to be under control, the suctioning assistant suctioning and the doctor pulling, small limbs emerging from what seems to be the abdominal wall. Yixing can't remember, it's been a while since high school biology and it was never practical anatomy.
"How was it?" Sehun asks, as Yixing sits back down on the stool, slightly harder than he'd intended because his knees are a little wobbly.
"It was interesting," Yixing says. "I think I'll wait here." Sehun is just getting ready to pout at him or do something else equally disastrous when they hear a shrill warbling cry, and Sehun's fingers tighten so hard around Yixing's that he's sure the circulation has been cut off.
"Is that him?" Sehun breaths, his voice sounds so . . . anxious, awed and Yixing feels a lump forming in his throat. It takes a moment for them to clean the baby and then the nurse comes around with a small bundle, black hair peeking out of the mint-coloured blanket. Sehun's arms are still fastened to the bar things but they unhook the one without the IV so that he can reach over and touch the tiny face.
"My baby," Sehun whispers, and it sounds like a prayer.
After a minute the nurse reaches for the baby, he has to go to the NICU apparently, and Yixing doesn't want to let him out of his sight but they're still working on Sehun, because it seems to take more time to put people together than take them apart. Sehun is tired, now, his face is drawn and Yixing keeps rubbing his hand between his fingers as the busy action behind the curtain continues.
"Yixing," Sehun says quietly, staring at the sheet.
"Yes?" Yixing replies, ducking his head down a bit so that he can hear better.
"Do you think I'll be an okay dad?" Sehun sounds so worried, somehow, and Yixing wants to bundle him into his arms and tell him it will be okay, he'll be perfect, they'll be the best parents ever, but he can't; Sehun is still on the table and they're still putting him together again.
"You're perfect," Yixing murmurs into his ear instead. Sehun smiles, eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheek.
"You're even better," he whispers. "Thank you for being here with me." Yixing can't help the tear that slips out of his eye to roll down his cheek. I love you so much.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."
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