As soon as Florida had arrived he had to go. Medics in full armour, that was possibly unnecessary, walked in and asked Florida to go and for him to relax. 'We'll take those tumors out of you for good.' A line he had heard once already from them before he was put under the mask. He was only able to smile at Butch one more time before both medics took either side of his bed and began to push him to the operating room yet again. Now at least... He could close his eyes without a worry.
Butch was rather upset that he didn’t get a lot of time to see Reginald before the next surgery. He was nervous about it all this. He knew that Reggie would come out fine in the end, but that didn’t stop his worry. If the doctors didn’t fully fix up his husband, he’d most likely hurt them out of anger and pain.
He gives a small nod and a warm smile to Reginald before he was wheeled out of the place. A moment passes before he paces the small waiting room by the medical bay. Deciding he’d stay here and be here until he came out of surgery. There was no way he’d leave until he found out how Reggie was doing. He can wait. He always will.
