Taeyeon woke up after eleven hours of sleep. She took a deep breath, feeling well rested even though her muscles felt a bit off, like heavier somehow. She was alone in her room. The door was open; she could see Tiffany from the curtain talking to Yuri.

She adjusted to more comfortable position. She was bored. She had been lying around for seven days since she woke up. Yuri only permitted her to stand up and walk a little. Basically, she did what a baby did. She wanted to do more. Her right thigh didn’t hurt as much as it was before. She missed fresh air and the sun’s natural radiance. But above that all, she longed to hold the triplets in her arms again.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Kim. Did you have a good rest?” Yuri, hands stuffed inside her lab coat greeted Taeyeon with a smile.

“Yes, I did, Doctor Kwon. Thank you,” Taeyeon grinned extensively. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Tiffany’s intention was to give her a very quick peck but Taeyeon turned it to be a deep, long kiss instead.

“Gross.” Yuri muttered under her breath.

The cardio surgeon heard that. She chuckled and let her wife go. “Hey, you wear your bangs down.”

For a split second, Tiffany tensed.

“But it looks good on her. Anyway!” Yuri clapped her hands, diverted Taeyeon’s attention to her. “How exactly do you feel today?”

“I’m good. Yul–”

“It’s Doctor Kwon now, not Yul. I know when you say that name, it means you’re using the best friend card. Well guess what, munchkin? Not going to happen today. I need you to lay low till the wounds heal properly.” Yuri walked closer to Taeyeon’s side. “The damage was pretty great, Taeyeon. I know you miss them. But wait a little longer, alright? Because I want you not to hold back when you see them. Your body is not yet ready.”

Taeyeon looked away. She clenched her jaw tightly. Yuri didn’t understand her feelings. She didn’t have children of her own. Video call was not enough. She needed to see them, she had to hold them. She wouldn’t know this strong, urging desire to touch the triplets.

“Tae–”

“Just do you doctor’s job, Doctor Kwon.”

Yuri glanced at Tiffany who smiled apologetically at her. The general surgeon proceeded to do the necessary examination on her patient. She then excused herself with Tiffany following behind.

“Yul, I’m sorry. She’s desperate a – and…”

“That’s totally cool, Tiff. You don’t have to apologize for her behavior. She’s an . She always acts like that when she doesn’t get what she wants. I’m immune to her.”

“That’s not right. After all you’ve done to her, she could not lash out on you.”

“We don’t really know what happen inside her head,” Yuri lowered her voice. “Her PTSD maybe comes back, but there are criteria for that, or it could be an acute stress disorder, I don’t know. That’s not my field but I’m not taking what happened last night lightly. We’ll see how it goes, okay? I hope this is just a one timing thing. In the mean time, if it’s needed to be done, I’ll consult her to a psychiatrist. I’ll figure out how to talk to her.”

“I want to be there for her, too, Yul. I don’t want to sit around letting you do everything alone. I’m her wife. This is my fight, too.”

“Do you really have the heart to show her that bruise?” Yuri pointed the considerably big injury on her temple. “Fat chance she’s going to bail, saying that classic I don’t want to hurt you and all that.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Look, this is my call, okay? I’m her doctor. I have the right to consult her to whomever I want for the best interest of my patient. You don’t have to worry.”

Tiffany hugged Yuri close. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“Just cook me something and consider your debt is done.” Yuri patted her shoulder softly. “I have to go. Got surgery to do.”

“Alright. Thanks again, Yul. We’ll talk about that meal later.”

Taeyeon was pouting when Tiffany came back to the room. “Can you sneak me out?”

“You, from all people should know what you can and can not do in the hospital.” Tiffany brought Taeyeon’s breakfast tray and set it in front of her. “Yuri does what’s best for you.”

“That –”

“Yuri has helped your . And babe, please stop swearing. That’s not attractive.”

“She forbids me from seeing my children,” Taeyeon stated as a matter of fact.

“For your own good.” She handed the spoon to Taeyeon. Unfortunately, Taeyeon had to feed herself since she needed to exercise her hands little by little. “Take it easy.”

Taeyeon huffed as she stuffed the food in .

“My dad and your mom are feeling under the weather today. They’re probably too tired. I told them to not coming here and rest. Would it be okay if I go see Aorta, Artery and Venous and get lunch with them? Two hours max.”

“I want to have lunch with you guys, too.”

“You will. Get better first.”

“I am better!”

“Don’t sulk.” Tiffany kissed her cheek. “Two hours max, okay?”

“Fine. Whatever. Leave me at this stinky place.”

“You work here, babe. I’ll video call you later.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” Taeyeon waved her hand nonchalantly. “By the way, while I think your bangs is adorable, your non-bangs hair is way hotter. Ugh, I miss being intimate with you.”

“Your wounds have not even healed properly and you’re already thinking about it?”

She shrugged, “It’s constantly in my mind. I love being close to you.”

Tiffany stared at Taeyeon intently. “You mean that?”

“Why would I do not mean that?”

“In any circumstances? Even in your hardest time?”

“You have my words.”

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Taeyeon yawned loudly as she looked around her. Tiffany had gone to take the triplets to lunch half an hour ago. She was, again, bored since she had nothing to do. She glanced up to the ringer lactate bottle that hung at her top right. It was half–

Wait.

She lifted her hands and frowned at the sight. She was so damn sure the IV line was on her left hand, not on the right. When the hell did they change it? How come she didn’t know?

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