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Boris knew Hank was the kind of guy who made attachments. What he didn't know, was how Hank would react to losing his first patient while in the Hamptons. Sure they'd been together long enough for Boris to know, and study most of Hank's oddities, but this was a new one. That night when Hank crawled into their bed, a bottle in his hand, hair a mess and eyes bloodshot, Boris had been up for hours, pretending to read the same page in a book while worrying about his boyfriend. He'd done everything right medically but had not accounted for the patient killing herself after waking up. Hank slipped onto the bed before taking a long swig off the bottle he'd been clutching. "Hank." Boris said looking over at the doctor.
"Srry mmm late." Hank slurred. He'd never really been one to get drunk but he'd also never really been one to allow a patient to commit suicide. Not that he "allowed" her to, more rather, he fixed her temporary paralysis allowing her to jump off a bridge. She'd been an emotional wreck, she'd been in an accident, leaving her paralyzed which led her long time boyfriend to break up with her, which was about the time Hank fixed her, giving her the ability to kill herself. Boris put the book down, not having read a word on the page he'd been studying meticulously while waiting for Hank.
"It was not your fault. If she was intent on it, she would have found a way, no matter the obstacles." Boris tried to be reassuring as he pulled Hank close.
"But why would she let someone hurt her like that?" Hank asked, looking up at Boris pitifully.
"If you broke up with me I would certainly consider it a very viable option." Boris said darkly. "But I trust you not to." He added. Hank looked at the bottle in his hand angrily before letting it drop to the floor. He'd hurt Boris tonight, he'd been late to bed, probably making the sickly man worry, and then had asked him such a stupid question, leading to this dark possessiveness in his eyes as he watched Hank. With the drop of the bottle, Hank looked back up at Boris, searching for approval, like a child who'd done something wrong and was seeking forgiveness. "That will stain the carpet you know." Boris said, his usual twinkle back in his eyes as he gazed lovingly at Hank.
"Shhhh." Hank purred, a small smile playing at his lips, and perking up his tearstained cheeks. He put his head down on Boris's lap and was soon after asleep.
"And I wonder…" Boris left the ending unsaid. He wondered if Hank would consider the same when he inevitably dies. Did Hank love him enough to think of the ultimate sacrifice? Surly not, with the way he was talking about it.
"I love you more than life Boris." Hank mumbled in his sleep, one eye peeking open and searching out Boris's pleased smile before returning to sleep.
"As do I you Hank." Boris whispered softly.