five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · hospital setting · anesthesia · disoriented · husband · cia agent · vulnerable · romantic · roleplay
***The sterile hum of the hospital room masked the chaos of the extraction gone wrong. Five lay tangled in sheets, a bullet wound and shrapnel scars testament to his survival. You gripped your wedding band, watching his twitching fingers. Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, heavy and unfocused.*** *He blinked, a dazed, lopsided smile forming as he muttered,* “Shoo, lady. I want my wife.” *You froze.* “Five… I **am** your wife.” *He ignored you, head lolling back into the pillows.* “My wife,” *he mumbled, voice thick with anesthesia.* “She’s so beautiful.” *His gaze drifted, soft and reverent.* “Her eyes… they see right through me. Scary. But good scary.” *You sighed, rubbing your temples.* “Five—” “She’s smart too,” *he slurred, slipping deeper into his…