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Summary: When you're sent to the hospital for a few days, you decide to not let your lover know. After all, they're busy and you'd hate for them to bail on their work event. But when your lover shows up, worried and furious, you realize that maybe you made a mistake after all.

I love the whole "I love you so much but I'm so angry at you" trope.

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[hospital noises]

[running footsteps]

That's it? That's all you have to say? "Oh, you came?" Of course, I fucking came. Damn it . . .

The conference was fine. You know, up until the part where I got a phone call from your sister saying, "Oh hey, don't freak out, but your lover has been in the hospital for the past few days, would you mind checking on her when you're done?"

You didn't want to bother me. For fuck's sake, this bothers me. Seeing you in a hospital gown, attached to these machines, bothers me. Why didn't you call me?

I don't give a damn about the conference. Who cares? I could always present my research another time. But for three days, I was completely unaware that you were here by yourself. I should've been here.

I'm not mad--fine, I'm mad, but not at you. I just wish you would tell me things. I feel like you're always hiding secrets because you're afraid that it'll distract me from my thesis or work. Like that time you got the flu and I found you passed out and dehydrated on the kitchen floor. I'm your partner, right? That means you need to tell me these things. Because I can help, okay? I can pick up the slack or take some time off to take care of you. I don't mind.

What I do mind is this. I don't like seeing you like this. You must've been so scared being here by yourself.

Don't lie to me. I know how much you hate hospitals.

Where is your family? Are they coming down?

Of course you did. You know your mom is gonna blame me for this, right? She doesn't like me enough as it is.

[sighs] I was worried. I caught the soonest flight to get here. It's all a blur really. I don't even really remember getting here. I just had to see you. That's all that mattered.

Now, what happened? Why are you here?

Don't start. You can tell me or the doctor can, your choice.

. . . you what?

What the hell were you thinking? You know you can't let yourself get wrapped up in work like that. You skip meals and never rest! It's no wonder you ended up here. For Christ's sake . . .

No. Shhhh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to be so harsh. I just panicked. I thought . . . I thought a lot of things. None of them good. Your sister didn't know many details. Just that you were stable. I just kept thinking that I was gonna lose you . . .

Of course I care for you, you moron. I love you. You know that.

That's because I can't say the words as easily as you can. I'm not the touchy-feely person. But I love you. More than anything. Which is why it pisses me off so much when you hide things from me.

I know you didn't want to bother me at the conference, but love, there will be other conferences. I don't have to present my research at this specific conference to make progress. I would've rather you called me and told me what was going on.

There better not be a fucking next time. As soon as they discharge you, I'm taking you home and you're gonna stay there until I'm satisfied that you're better.

Yeah, well, payback's a bitch. If you didn't want me to fuss like this, you should've called me earlier.

Nope. Afraid this is non-negotiable.

No, nothing you say will make me calm down. Think about it from my perspective, okay? What if I had been here for three days alone and you hadn't known?

Yeah, you'd be upset. Well, I'm upset. So, to make it up to me, you're gonna be following my orders until the doc signs off on you. You're gonna eat and rest and take your damn medicine. Because I can't . . . I can't see you like this again. I don't think my heart can take it.

What? Stop moving.

I'm not gonna lie with you. You need to sleep--

Really? Puppy dog eyes? Like that will . . . oh fine, move.

[bed sheets rustling]

Are you okay? If I'm hurting you, tell me.

You sure?

. . . of course I love you, you idiot. Jesus, what are you? Twelve?

Well, if you can smile that much, you must not be that sick. Close your eyes and rest. I'll wake you when the doctor comes.

Go to sleep, love. I'll still be here when you wake up. You can't get rid of me that easily.

[kiss]

Sleep. Now.