I am still not over the hospital scene from the preview for s3 ep 31 and thanks to @stillnotoverthecampfire I began writing this little piece because the idea was too funny to not use it :D This was supposed to post last night but it didn’t for whatever reasons so welp here we are now
Waking up feels different this time.
He’s so tired. And it feels different, still.
More painful, and heavier. His whole body seems to demand attention. His back aches, but not because of sore muscles. This pain isn’t numb, it’s widespread and stinging, like a fire all over his spine and even half asleep, he thinks he maybe shouldn’t move.
Then, there’s a weight on his stomach, making breathing more difficult.
His nose itches. Something is stuck inside there, but he fails to focus on it because suddenly, there are headaches. Lots and lots of headaches.
Fighting through the pain, it takes Matteo a few more seconds to realize he’s laying on his back, which isn’t exactly his preferred sleeping position, much less upon waking up.
Another moment passes. He feels what must be cables and weird little patches stuck on his skin and… is he in a hospital?
Slowly, the memories begin to flicker in front of his inner eye. The video. Luna. Luna who didn’t see it, who didn’t believe him, who refused to just watch this video that ruined his life in the first place and failed to save it now.
Indeed, he finds himself in a hospital bed. But the thought never fully develops further, because his gaze settles on Luna and his mind is too overwhelmed with the emotions rushing through.
(The increased beeping from one of the monitors flies straight over his head.)
She sits next to him. Well, it’s not really sitting – her head rests on his stomach, while her hand loosely holds on to his. Her position can’t possibly be comfortable, let alone for sleeping. But she’s here and that’s enough to make him feel like the luckiest person on earth, despite all the pain pulsing through his body, despite the fact she might still not have forgiven him.
No, it can’t be, usually the dreams involving her are much better than waking up in a hospital, with cables and all.
Or maybe – and Matteo wants to cry of happiness at the mere possibility – he’s not dreaming, maybe this is real, maybe she knows the truth, maybe she saw the video and – beep beep beep.
Luna shrieks up. He gasps a little at the sudden movement only to fall silent as soon as their eyes meet.
To put it mildly, she doesn’t look like she walked by some mere minutes ago. Her curls are a mess. Her smudged mascara paints dark circles under her eyes, highlighting how swollen and red they are.
She looks like she cried.
“Matteo, you… you’re awake!” Luna stammers and if he’s not mistaken, he spots new tears in the corner of her eyes.
Matteo wants, no, he needs to see her smile again.
But an idea strikes him, too good to be wasted, too funny to forget it, no matter how badly he wishes to simply pull her in and kiss her and never let her go.
So, instead of grinning back, he returns her gaze as dumbfounded as possible. “Why are you delivering into a hospital in Argentina? And why do you know my name?”
Luna’s jaw drops. She leans against the chair, flabbergasted. “What? Excuse me?” Even her hands go of his, which is the exact moment he regrets this little prank.
But now he started it already.
“Can I have a burger? Oh, and fries, please?” he continues. Fighting a grin, or simply a smirk, gets harder with every passing second. It doesn’t help that she’s still too puzzled to notice he’s joking.
“I don’t have any burgers,” she replies, a confused frown on her face. “Or fries. Are you…”
“Then I guess a kiss will do too,” he interrupts and winks at her.
Finally, the realization hits her.
“You – you chico fresa! You idiot! I was worried sick about you! And you, you have nothing better to do then to mess with me like that!”
Matteo laughs, earning himself a slap on the chest, although Luna apologizes immediately. “Wait, no, I didn’t hurt you, right? Oh gosh, look what you made me do, I didn’t hit any of those… whatever this all is for, did I?”
He shakes his head, searches for her hand to gently rub over her skin. “Hey, chica delivery, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
“Well, I mean despite feeling like I got rolled over by a truck… yeah.”
Although his ton disguises how true this is exactly, Luna flinches. “Matteo, I am so, so sorry. I should have believed you.” Her fingers caress his cheek as worry hushes over her face.
With closed eyes, he leans into her touch, allows himself to enjoy her warmth before he returns her gaze and lets her steal his breath away.
“I’ll be fine, Luna. And do you know why? Because you are here.”
The sound coming out of her mouth fails any words, and so does the expression in her eyes, and she’s beautiful and here, for him, and he craves to hold her, to kiss her, breathing support in the way or not.
“Please don’t ever do something this stupid again, okay? Because I need you, chico fresa. I need you so much.”
Matteo can’t speak. Couldn’t if he tried. All words fall flat, all pain is forgotten against the glory of her love right now.
So, he smiles at her, and opens his arms.
In a heartbeat, she follows his silent invitation and when her scent hits his nose, his heart sighs with relief.
“Matteo?” she mumbles into his chest before she sighs at his arm wrapping around her back.
“I’m kinda wondering… would that tube in your nose be in the way during, like, let’s say, a kiss?”
A smile breaks free on his face, a smile so huge it hurts in every muscle of his cheek. “Only one way to find out, chica delivery.”
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