Sonny slowly wakes up, neck groaning in protest. He fell asleep with Will's hand still wrapped up in his, forehead pressed against them. He's officially been doing this for three nights in a row, and though this isn't the first time he's stayed overnight in a hospital because of Will, it's definitely the first time it's made him feel old.
Groaning, he sits up, trying to get rid of the kink in his neck. When he tries to pull his hand away, he's met with resistance.
His heart leaps into his throat, and immediately, his eyes go straight to his husband's. Will's eyes are open, and he's smiling. "Don't you have anything better to do than wait around here?" he manages to say, voice hoarse from disuse.
"Oh my god, WIll." Sonny sobs, kink forgotten. He grabs the first thing on Will he can, squeezing his uninjured arm. "Oh my god, I need to call the nurse."
"No." Will says, putting a hand on Sonny's forearm. "C'mere." He pats the space on the bed next to him.
Sonny shakes his head, unable to stop himself from touching every inch of Will's skin. He's addicted to it, and his brain still hasn't fully processed Will's actually awake. That he's alive. It's pitch black in Will's room, since it's the middle of the night. It's only them, no nurses or the Melas townsfolk taking turns to sit with Sonny, making sure he didn't run himself into the ground with just his thoughts and almost dead husband.
"I don't want to hurt you." Sonny protests, watching Will move all he cords and wires away from where he wants Sonny to lie down. "No, WIll, stop. You shouldn't even be alive. Your tumor."
Will clears the spot, scooting over to the other side of the bed like he's not listening to anything Sonny is saying, "Lay down. I need to touch you."
Sonny covers his face with his hands, as he starts to hyperventilate. There's no way this is real, and he has no idea how this is even possible, talking to him like they're sharing a bed in their own house, like nothing is wrong, like all that matters is Will being allowed to hold Sonny close to where he can touch him smell him, hold him.
"Sonny." Will murmurs, and that finally breaks Sonny. Sonny gasps loudly, and when he manages to let it out, he's full on sobbing. "Wait, Sonny. C'mere. It's okay, I'm okay. I just need to touch you. C'mere."
Somehow, Sonny gets his whole body into that small bed, avoiding all the stuffed hooked into the beeping machines. He buries his face into Wills neck, not taking Will's broken ribs into consideration, but Will doesn't flinch, just pulls him closer until there's no inch of separation between them, until every inch of their bodies are touching.
"How is this possible?" Sonny wonders with a choked voice, wiping his nose against Will's neck. His hands wander to the back of Will's hospital gown, pressing a hand against Will's back, trailing a finger down his spine, touching every inch he can, so grateful Will's miraculously alive.
"It was Grandma Caroline." Will whispers, using his hand not in a sling to comb Sonny's hair through his fingers.
Will tells him, "I was in the Brady Pub, but it wasn't. I was just sitting there, with a ripped photo on the counter, only I couldn't tell what it was at first. Then Andre DiMera and Grandma Caroline showed up, and then I could see, it was a photograph of us."
Sonny's in awe as he explains, "Our wedding photo." When Will doesn't say anything, just looks at Will in confusion, Sonny explains, "I was taking to Liam earlier about our lives, and how we almost lost each other. I tore it up the night of John and Marlena's wedding, because I thought I lost you for good."
Will nods in understanding, "Must've heard you say that."
Sonny shakes his head, "That's just it. I didn't tell Liam about that part. There's no way you could've heard me." Then, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry you had to see that, Will."
Will's quick to assure him, "No, it's okay, because after Andre told me everything, it was back together. Like it had never been torn in the first place."
Sonny listens as Will tells him the rest, and really doesn't like the idea of their bodyguards at all, especially the one that chloroformed him to give Will the serum, no matter how thankful he is.
"Are you telling me." Sonny murmurs, thumbing at Will's hip bone under his hospital gown. "Melas just became the safest town in America? Because we live here?"
"Looks like it." Will replies, closing his eyes, like just feeling Sonny's touch is too much, he has to let himself feel it. "I missed you so much, Sonny."
One of Sonny's hands reaches for Will's face, tipping his chin up. "Please don't ever do that again, Will. I can't do this without you again. I won't do this without you again."
"Can we skip the foreplay and go straight to kissing?" Will whines, but his eyes are watery with emotion, and a beautiful smile is on his face, a smile Sonny was terrified would never see again.
So all he does is cup Will's cheek, ignoring their disgusting morning breath, and Sonny kisses his husband with all the gratitude, fear, and love he has in his whole body.