Philippe’s expression lit up as he watched Adrian stir and call for Maisie, who happily ran up onto the bed and into her father’s arms. For days he had needed to comfort the little one’s anxiety about her father being here at the hospital, but now, he was positive that the scary feelings she had had melted away in her heart. And to be honest, so were his.
Quietly, he made his way to Adrian’s bed side, taking a seat on the nearby chair as he reached to meet his best mate’s outstretched hand. “I’ll tell you all about it when you’ve recovered. You gave us quite a scare, Jung.” He joked quietly, as if he was terrified of raising his voice any more than above a whisper level. “Don’t you ever do that again. Please.”
Before Philippe had a chance to dispute the ‘good man’ claims and be humble about the whole thing, Maisie had chimed in about him almost crying. He really shouldn’t have let the two girls see him well up in tears when he first saw Adrian on the hospital bed.
“To be fair,” he interjected, a shot of wide-eyed ‘stop-talking-please’ look at Maisie’s way, before shifting to Adrian, “none of the hospital staff were lenient with rules in a time of crisis, so I had to lie to make sure you and the kids were alright.” Glancing at the floor, he spoke on, “You know that I’d do anything to make sure you’re alright.” Looking back at Adrian, he let a small smile peek through. “I’m just glad you’re awake now.”
“But Philippe, I had such a great time being comatose and almost dying in a bomb, I think I may make this a weekly thing.” Adrian simpered, absentmindedly playing with Maisie’s hair as she snuggled against him. “I’ll try not to - I didn’t plan on it this time, so hopefully never again. You can’t get rid of me that easily; I’ve got you and this one to look after. The two of you would be a disaster without me.”
He gave Philippe’s hand a reassuring squeeze but didn’t let go just yet. He didn’t want to, the human contact was nice, and his hand was warm unlike his entire body. And there was something about having Philippe close that made him feel like everything would be all right soon; which was true, because if he knew is best friend at all, he’d do all he could to make sure of that.
“Even fake marry me, hm? I’m touched, in fact I might be tearing up a little like a little bitch.” Adrian gently mocked before his playful smirk sobered. “Me too. If I hadn’t...well. We don’t have to think about that now, thank god. For this one’s sake. Really, Philippe, I can never repay you for these past few days and the days to come until I’m discharged. I’ll buy you a drink when I’m out of here in a few days.”
Adrian’s expression shifted and his question was hesitant. “You weren’t hurt, were you? Show me where, I’ll look at it.”
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