Aw, sweetie, I hope that you’re feeling much better! I remember getting my wisdom teeth out, it’s not fun and I looked like I was beat up or something. Lol, but I hope everything turned out well!
Enjoy!
P.s. I’m settled on the couch with a glass of wine and Moana on TV and I’m gonna crank out as many requests as possible!
“Come on, babe,” there was a chuckle the accompanied the words that came daringly from his lips, “one foot after the other into the car.” Kuroo held her about the waist, only holding her up when he thought she was leaning too far in one direction or the other. The smile plastered on his face only grew wider as she attempted to crawl into the front seat, leaving her feet flat on the pavement. “Feet,” he encouraged, tapping at her ankle with his own foot.
“I know what I’m doing,” she answered instantly, not paying any mind to his nudging – perhaps she hadn’t even felt it – her words slightly muffled by that the gauze that was shoved into the back of her mouth. “Hey, did the car get smaller? I can’t fit.”
The laugh that came next was deep from inside his chest, his eyes sparkling with amusement and he now wished he had taken Bokuto’s advice in filming her for the first hour that she was free of the anesthesia. “It might’ve,” he smiled, listening to her coo in amazement, “but I need your feet in and your butt in the seat. Then we’ll get a milkshake, yeah?”
He heard her give an attempt at a ‘tsk’ before finally plopping down into the chair of the car and pulling her feet inside. “You’re so bossy,” she muttered as she fumbled with the seatbelt.
Kuroo took over gently and leaned to press a kiss to her forehead, his lips tugged up in adoration. “I know, babe, I know,” he confirmed as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “let’s get you home.”
As Ushijima piled more pillows behind her on their shared bed, he helped her carefully lean back against the soft support, his strong hands gentle. He listened to her hum in comfort before his gaze drifted down to her hands that were grasping for his. “Come cuddle with me,” she mumbled as the pain killers that were given to her upon returning home began to kick in.
Taking her hand in his, he gave a small squeeze as he kneeled at the side of the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you,” it was a simple comment, but it held so much meaning to him in that moment. Surgery was always a scary thing, even with something that was so widely practice as the removal of wisdom teeth. There were always factors that couldn’t always be anticipated. So while she had done perfectly through the procedure, all he wanted was for her to have a perfect healing process.
“Pfft,” the sound didn’t have as much force as she probably meant to put into it, “just don’t hit my jaw. Hell, I can’t feel anything or…” The words drifted away from her as her eyes grew heavier. There was no stopping the affectionate smile that pulled at his lips then.
He supposed she was right. There was no reason that he couldn’t lay next to her if he didn’t hit any spot that was tender. Carefully, he worked his way around her still form to place himself next to her, his fingers intertwining with hers as he leaned to press a small kiss to her temple.
He hoped that when the pain killers wore off, she would be just as fine as she seemed to be right then. Well, he supposed he would just have to wait until she woke up. And when she did, he’d do anything she needed him to do.
“Okay,” Bokuto called from his place in the kitchen to her out in the living room, “smoothie or soup, take your pick.” And really, he supposed her choices were even more limited than that. For she couldn’t have any soup that had any kind of chunks. With the surgery still being fresh, there was no way she could chew anything without getting something stuck in the stitches at the back of he mouth. But that was what she would have to deal with for the new couple days.
“Neither,” she answered almost immediately, bringing a snort from the male who was rummaging through the refrigerator, “I want a grilled cheese. Or something like a pork sandwich smothered with barbecue sauce. Oh, better yet, I want tons of mac and cheese with bacon and mushrooms in it.”
Laughter rolled from him as he turned to make his way into the adjacent room, his arms crossed over his large chest as he leaned against the doorframe of the door. “Well, you can’t have any of that,” he answered simply, “you get the choice of a smoothie or soup – specifically tomato, because that’s all we have.” When she pouted and sunk lower into the cushions of the couch, he smiled before moving across the room to seat himself next to her.
“A cold smoothie might help ease the pain,” he suggested, eyes lingering on the swelling that had started up along one side of her jaw. The poor thing looked like she was almost part hamster, at least she would if there wasn’t the bruising that seemed to turn darker with each hour that passed.
She signed heavily as she sunk into his side, her head falling to rest against his shoulder. “Fine, I’ll take the smoothie,” he smiled at the answer, kissed the top of her head and popped himself up to make her the best smoothie of her life.
“No, I am not giving you are more of these,” Oikawa stated, shaking the bottle of pain killers as he stalked away from her moaning on the couch, “you got sick the last time you took them. There are other ways of stopping it from hurting.” It had scared him when he was woken in the middle of the night to her throwing up into the toilet. There was so much blood and he was sure it was in no way good for the wounds at the back of her mouth to come in contact with the bile that was coming up.
She groaned loudly, throwing her head back against the back of the couch, her hands delicately cupping over the swollen skin of her cheeks. “Tooru, please,” she begged. Her gaze turned to him and another moan of distress came from her when she saw the unsympathetic expression that covered his face. “You’re evil.”
He shrugged then. “It’s for your own good,” he answered, moving to start packing chunks of ice into a ziplock bag. It was cold against his fingers and he knew that the cold contact helped his knee when it was bothering him, so it would surely help her out – at the very least it would help with the swelling.
Moving back into the living room, he smiled at the look of slight resentment they were giving him. He knew what pain could do to a person and in no way held the way she was behaving against her, she had every right to complain – her mouth hurt and she could barely eat anything. It would definitely suck. “Here,” he spoke gently as he carefully pressed the ice filled bag against her jaw.
She flinched, which was to be expected, but after another moment she found herself leaning into the cold, a feeling of relief taking over her features. “Better, huh?” Oikawa teased lightly, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him. He stood, fingers lifting her hand to place a single kiss to her fingers which then replaced his own on the bag. “I’ll get dinner started,” he spoke softly, grateful that he could do something to ease her pain.
Melt my heart these are wonderful!!
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