The extubation process was frightening and messy, or at least to Douglas, which meant Martin was probably terrified, especially considering he was worried about it before. Douglas thought he did very well with quelling Martin's fear, especially since he was mildly concerned himself. Just barely.
Martin choked and gagged, and Douglas worried he was going to throw up, but he didn't. His sats remained steady and the doctor nodded to Irene and looked pleased.
"You're looking great Martin," she smiled.
She hovered for a few more minutes before excusing herself.
She likely thought they would have lots to say, and Douglas didn't blame her. They made quite the interesting fake couple.
Martin only watched bemusedly from behind the oxygen mask as Douglas watched her leave.
"So," he rasped. "When are we going to the air museum?"
Douglas only shook his head while trying to bite back a smile.
He was still on supplemental oxygen, a mask at first as he became used to breathing on his own, and then nasal prongs that were much more manageable and left him able to speak more clearly.
Of course, when Arthur came to visit, there wasn't much chance for him to speak, which Douglas suspected he was alright with. The doctor had said, through Irene, that Martin's throat would be sore for a couple of days.