A few days later, Yao wasn't bedridden anymore. He could even sit up and walk around his room. Yao thought it was refreshing to be able to move, as he was starting to get bored with lying in bed all day.
But Yao still needed help doing some things. Such as bathing, which was why Arthur was currently unbuttoning Yao's pyjama top.
Arthur had helped Yao to bathe a few times already, but Yao still felt embarrassed everytime Arthur removed his clothes to bathe.
Arthur gently peeled off Yao's pyjama top, careful not to touch the wound and stitches on Yao's stomach. Then he removed Yao's pyjama bottoms and underwear, and led Yao to the bathroom.
Since Yao's wound was still fresh, it hurt terribly when it came in contact with water. So Arthur opted for sponging the top half of Yao's body. That way, he could avoid touching Yao's wound.
Yao sat in the bathtub while Arthur ran a soap-soaked sponge over his body. As Arthur was sponging Yao's body, he shot him a worried questioning look, asking if he was okay.
Yao smiled at Arthur and gestured for him to go on, indicating that he was indeed okay.
When they were done and Yao was fully dressed again, Arthur decided to take Yao for a walk in the hospital park to get some fresh air. So he bundled Yao into a wheelchair and wheeled him down.
It was probably in Yao's nature as an angel to be so close to the environment, for the animals in the park flocked towards him when he got there.
Arthur chuckled as two brightly-coloured lovebirds landed on Yao's head and began singing some sort of melody. A rabbit sniffed at Yao's feet and he bent down to pick it up and place it on his lap, gently stroking its fur. A bold sparrow even perched itself on Arthur's shoulder and attempted to pull his hair with its beak.
"He likes you, aru," Yao giggled, pointing to the sparrow on Arthur's shoulder.
"He wants me to go bald," grumbled Arthur. He then turned towards the sparrow. "Stop that, will you?"
But the sparrow tugged at Arthur's hair with renewed fervour.
Arthur scowled. "I don't like you," he told the sparrow. "Shoo!" Arthur waved his hand to chase away the sparrow.
To avoid Arthur's waving hand, the sparrow flew off to join the lovebirds on Yao's head. It chirped angrily at Arthur; in response, Arthur stuck his tongue out at it.
Yao laughed heartily at his lover's antics.
They reached a bench, where Arthur plopped himself down on.
The lovebirds on Yao's head seemed to be snuggling up to each other, and Arthur decided to do the same thing with Yao. He leaned forward and sniffed Yao's neck. Then, Arthur nuzzled into Yao's neck.
"Arthur!" Yao cried. "What are you doing, aru?"
"Being affectionate," Arthur replied as he looked up to grin at Yao.
The lovebirds had stopped snuggling each other and were now observing the couple. When Arthur kissed Yao on the cheek, they let out a happy chirp, as if encouraging him.
"See?" Arthur said smugly. "Even the birds are supportive."
Yao laughed and pushed Arthur away, although half-heartedly. "We're in public, aru…"
"So?" questioned Arthur. "You're so beautiful, I just want to do all sort of naughty things to you," he smirked.
"Don't say things like that, aru!" cried Yao. He was blushing very brightly by then. He looked down. There was a moment of silence as Yao tried to compose himself and Arthur looked expectantly at him. "Maybe when I've fully recovered, we can try doing… other things," Yao finally mumbled.
Arthur stared at Yao in shock. Did Yao just say what he did? Arthur finally broke into a wide grin. "Maybe," he said. "If you want to."
Yao nodded bashfully and resumed patting the rabbit in his lap. "I'd like to," he said shyly, smiling.
Arthur merely smiled serenely and gazed at the scenery in the park.