You awoke to the sound of beeping and shifted slightly, wincing from a pain in your stomach and deciding to lay still as you took in your surroundings and remember what had happened.
Your mind started to clear after a few minutes and you remembered everything, you and Ivan making the announcement, Belarus yelling at you, then coming at you with a knife…The knife! You started to panic before you felt a large hand resting on your arm and Ivan's calm, concerned voice broke through your thoughts.
"Hey, how are you feeling? Do I need to go get a doctor?"
Ivan rubbed your arm gently and gazed into your (e/c) eyes with worry in his purple ones, he had thought he had lost you once, and he was still afraid of losing you, despite the fact that the doctors had all said you would make a full recovery, he would not fully believe them until it happened.
You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak but your throat was dry and hoarse, making your voice come out in a harsh whisper. Ivan quickly filled a small cup with water and handed it to you, you drank it slowly and coughed a little at the first few swallows before it went down easier and you were able to speak again.
"I don't need a doctor, I need to know if our baby is okay."
"Da, the baby is fine, it was a bit shaky for a little while, but they say it is fine now, and there is nothing to worry about, there was no internal damage done, just a flesh wound, you will both be fine."
You relaxed slightly and let out a sigh of relief at the news before gently stroking your bandaged abdomen and smiling a little.
"So when can I go home?"
Ivan kissed the top of your head and placed his much larger hand over yours before he straightened and looked down into your eyes, grinning a little and making you raise your eyebrow in question.
"Not for a few more days, but I talked to your boss and convinced him to let you stay with me, because of what happened with my sister, he agrees it will be safer."
A small twinge of concern made its way to your mind as you looked at Ivan and wondered if what he meant by talking to your boss involved his pipe more than words.
"By 'talked' you really do mean you spoke with my boss and did not harm, or threaten him, right?"
Ivan laughed and nodded a little before wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, the look on your face was amusing to him, you looked like you weren't sure if you should laugh or cry over the idea that he might have hurt your boss, and the way you had arched your eyebrow and the small frown on your face that looked like it was fighting to not be a smile melted away his restraint and he couldn't help himself.
"Da, I meant I talked to him, I brought my pipe but did not have to use it, he was more than willing to make sure you would be safe, he may not admit it, but I think he cares about you, da?"
You couldn't see what was so amusing, so for a little bit as he was laughing you were afraid Ivan had lost it, but then for some reason you began laughing too, you winced every time you did, but you still enjoyed the laugh, you needed it.
"So you would have beat my poor boss with your pipe? Do you have any idea how much whining he would do?"