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Beep…beep…beep…beep…
The incessant beeping continued at a steady pace as the man in the bed laid still. His eyes remained closed as his consciousness slowly came alive, his mind filtering out the sounds in his surroundings. The sound of whispered talking somewhere in the room, the shuffling of paper. The smell of antiseptic, the feeling of a scratchy tag on the back of his neck.
The beeping getting louder and faster. God, why was it so annoying?
Shane’s eyes felt like a thousand pounds as he opened his lids a smidge, taking in his surroundings. His vision was still blurry but he could see two figures sitting somewhere across the room. The smaller one suddenly stood up and rushed to his side, grabbing onto his hand. The feeling of their small, but soft hands startled him.
“Shane, sweetheart. You’re awake.” Their voice was feminine, soft, and familiar. The other figure stood and walked toward the window causing Shane to shut his eyes again, the bright light from outside causing his head to throb. “David, are you shutting the window?”
“Yes, I didn’t think it was open enough to bother his eyes. I’ll turn down the lights as well.” Another familiar voice, deep and masculine. “We should text him and let him know he’s awake.” There was a soft hum from the woman as the sound of the shades shuttered shut.
His dark eyes opened again, slowly, to judge the amount of light in the room. He focused on the woman, who now pulled her chair up against his bed.
“Shane, do you remember what happened?” Her voice rattled his brain as he thought hard. Who was she to him…they both were so familiar to him. He slowly came to the realization that he was at the hospital, laying in a bed. The beeping was the heart rate monitor, slowly increasing in speed as he began panicking. What happened? Where exactly was he? Was he injured seriously or was it something simple?
“I–I think I was at a game.” He looked down at his legs, wiggling his toes beneath the blanket. The blanket flopped around. Relief flooded him when he saw his legs move. Nothing too serious. “I–I’m having a problem remembering who you are exactly.” He looked toward the man who now stood at the foot of the bed. His brow creased at the news.
“You don’t remember us?” The man spoke up first.
Shane shook his head, only to wince when his head throbbed in response.
“Take it easy Shane. We’ll get the doctor and see what is happening. Maybe get an increase on the pain medication, yes?” The woman stood and grabbed, did she say David earlier? hand and walked out of the room, leaving Shane alone.
He pushed himself higher up on the bed as he looked around the room for clues. The man, David, left his newspaper sitting on the couch. That must have been what the paper rustling was earlier before he awoke.
Suddenly a man walked through the door wearing a white coat with the woman and David following behind. The two seemed mildly concerned as the Doctor just smiled.
“Well, good afternoon. How are you feeling?” The man held up a small tablet, his fingers tapping the screen.
“I feel alright, other than the headache.”
“That’s good to hear. Your parents have told me you have some memory problems. I am going to ask you a series of questions, alright?” Shane nodded. “What is your name?”
“Shane Hollander.”
“Good.” The man typed away on his tablet. “And do you know where you are?”
“I’m assuming a hospital, but you want to know which hospital?” He nodded. “I–can’t answer that. My brain is foggy.”
“That’s fine. Do you know what the date is?” Shane looked at him confused as he looked down at his hands, which were now picking at his nails. A flash of metal catching the fluorescent light from above. A ring on his finger.
A date flashes in his mind, an image of two heart rings and a man with curly blonde hair. His name escapes him as the throbbing starts up again.
“It’s sometime in 2022…I think.”
“Very good. You have a pretty good concussion Shane. With some amnesia. It should come back on its own with rest.” The doctor turned back to his parents as the woman sighed. Her name suddenly flooded his brain…Yuna. “I’m not too worried about it. He’s an athlete, in great shape. Just let him rest. We will increase his pain medication so he isn’t uncomfortable. Is his partner on his way?”
“Yes, he is. He is currently at the doctors.” Yuna rested her hand on Shane’s foot as he inspected the ring on his finger. He remembers the smiling man, his hazel eyes, running his fingers through his curly hair. How soft it felt.
How it felt being pinned down, his strong hands gripping his hips and driving into him…
Shane pushed himself further into the bed and groaned as the memory flooded his brain. He didn’t even notice the doctor had left the room.
“Shane, honey, are you okay?”
“Yup.” He popped the p, and immediately regretted it. “I think I’m going to try and sleep more.” He muttered to no one in particular as he shut his eyes.
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Ilya stood in front of the door, staring through the small window at his husband, who was sleeping soundly. He had received the text from Yuna, who had stated that Shane had woken up, but was confused, unsure who they were. Would he remember Ilya? Did he remember they were married? Would he remember them?
He knocked softly before pushing open the door, peeking his head in to see his parents sitting on the couch. They immediately arose, Yuna rushing over to hug him.
“Ilya, you made it. How are you feeling?” She whispered, not to wake up her other son. She cupped his face, forcing him to look at her, to not lie.
Ilya just smiled, keeping his arms wrapped around the smaller woman. “I am fine, we are fine. Thank you.” With that response, she released his face and stepped back to examine her son in law, a small gasp escaping her lips. “Da, she has really popped. Hello David.”
“Hello Ilya, you are feeling alright?” David responded as Yuna pressed her hands onto Ilya’s swollen stomach. “You will never get her off now.”
“Do I ever?” Her eyes were twinkling. “How is Shane?”
“He has been sleeping since he first woke up. They increased his pain medications. Did their first round of questions. He knows the year, his name. We don’t know if he remembers us entirely but the doctor is optimistic.” David sat back down on the couch, flipping open the New Yorker. “We can only wait until he wakes up, but I’m sure he’s going to be loopy.”
“Da, I remember last concussion. He was very high.” Yuna pulled Ilya onto the couch beside David. His hand rested on top of Yuna’s, whose hand rested on the swollen bump, feeling around for the babe that swam inside. “She’s asleep now I think.”
“Like her Daddy.” Yuna joked, nodding her head toward Shane. “I’m worried how scared he’ll be when he wakes up again. He was quite confused earlier.”
“I am too. Maybe I should leave?” Ilya suggested, but Yuna held onto him tighter.
“No, the doctor said it might be good for you to be here. Might trigger his memory if anything. You’re familiar. You’re…home.” She smiled. “You’re family. Have been for a very long time.”
David wrapped his arm around Ilya’s shoulder, wrapping them both in warmth. “You’ve been our son for years, even without us knowing.” Ilya’s eyes blurred with tears. “You should know that you don’t have to hide from us anymore.”
“Da, thank you.”
A soft groan from the bed made their heads turned toward Shane, as his dark eyes slowly fluttered open. David rose from the couch, making his way to the door to dim the overhead lights again.
“Shane, how are you feeling?” David asked as Shane blinked slowly, adjusting to the lights.
“Like I was slammed into the boards by a defenseman, Dad.” Shane groaned, the octave of his voice a bit higher than usual. Yuna laughed softly.
“Do you know where you are Shane?” Yuna asked, standing up in front of Ilya.
“Ottawa.” He mumbled as his head lulled to the side to face her, his smile suddenly going wide. “Who is that behind you?” His cheeks tinged pink. “Ooooooh.” He cooed as Yuna stepped to the side when Ilya leaned forward, a coy smirk on his lips. “You’re handsome.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Very.” He tried to push himself up higher in the bed as he stared at Ilya, his ears turning bright red. “I saw you. Were we—” He looked at his parents before looking back at Ilya, waving his index finger back and forth. “A thing before?”
“Something like that.” Ilya smiled as he stood up, revealing his previously concealed bump.
Shane’s face fell as he stared at the bump. “Oh no, you’re pregnant!” He whined. “Now I don’t have a chance with you!” His parents giggled from their spot at the foot of the bed. Ilya grinned widely.
“What do you mean pomidor?” Ilya chuckled as Shane looked up at him puzzled. “The baby is yours.”
“Mine?”
“Da.”
Shane’s hand shot out toward Ilya’s, pulling him into the bed, causing a small yelp from the other. “Mine? Are you sure?”
“Da Shane. I am pretty sure you are the father to my baby.” Shane’s hands covered the belly as he stared down.
“Mine. Miiiiine. No waaaaaay. Hoooooow? Wait, no. My parents are here. No fucking way.” He cooed as he placed a kiss on Ilya’s belly. “Wait, does this mean you are my husband?” He held up his left hand to show off the ring.
“Yes Shane. We are married. Have been for years.”
“My huuuuuuuuusband!” Shane's smile was huge as he stared at Ilya, not believing. “And I got you pregnant. Mom, Dad, look at what I did!” He said proudly.
“Yes dear, we’re aware.” Yuna snickered as Shane held onto Ilya. “It’s been a few months since you both told us. David, honey, let's go get some coffee and let the Doctor know that he’s awake.”
As his parents left the room, Shane quickly lifted Ilya’s shirt to kiss the bare skin. “How much did they give you?” Ilya asked through a laugh.
Shane simply shrugged before grinning. “Tell me, how did this happen? I remember bits of you, but I always bottomed.”
“It was Christmas gift.” He smiled as Shane placed another kiss. “One time. Now we are having a girl.”
“A girl.” Another kiss. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being mine.” Ilya placed his hand under Shane’s chin, bringing him up to place a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes shut as memories of his husband began dancing through his head. When they broke apart, Shane smiled wide. “I love you, Ilya.”
“Ah, you do remember.”
“It just came to me.” He suddenly looked confused as he looked at his husband. “Did you call me a tomato again?”