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The first thing Curt was aware of was the beeping.
He groaned and rolled his head to the side, mentally checking himself over. His head hurt so badly it felt like it had been split open, his ribs were wrapped tighter than a Christmas present, he was laying in a slightly inclined position, and there were a few tubes shoved uncomfortably up his nose and into his skin.
Yeah, he was in the hospital.
What had he done to land himself there? Last thing he remembered, he was. . . Actually, what was the last thing he remembered?
A hand squeezed his gently, and a worried, unfamiliar voice spoke. “Curt? Curt, my love, are you awake?” Curt noticed the voice was British.
Curt slowly opened his eyes and looked blearily at the man holding his hand. He was handsome- probably the most handsome man Curt had ever seen- but his hair and clothes were disheveled and there were bags under his eyes.
The handsome stranger relaxed, still gripping Curt’s hand. “Oh, Curt, don’t- don’t do that to me ever again- I was so worried-”
“Who are you?” Curt’s voice croaked with disuse.
The stranger frowned. “Curt- please don’t play this game with me,” He said slowly. “It’s not funny.” His other hand hovered towards a button.
“How do you know my name?” Curt began looking around the room, trying to find anything that had his name on it to explain it away.
The stranger paled and pressed the button. “I-I’ll be right back.” He let go of Curt’s hand and sprinted out of the room, leaving Curt to wonder what the Hell had just happened.