Warning: needles, IVs, getting surgery, seeing doctors, mention of vomit, and implications of shitty parents. I promise this oneshot is supposed to be happy and not full of angst but there is a bit sprinkled in. ...it might still make you cry tho. I definitely felt like it writing it

Virgil gripped his boyfriends hand as tight as possible as the needle pierced his skin for his IV he would have for his surgery. His breathing quickened in pace, panic starting to overtake him when he felt Patton squeeze his hand back gently, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss to it. He heard him whisper reassuring words to him, and tried hard to focus on calming down for him. He really shouldn't be so scared of needles by now anyways.

Once the IV was in the two of them were left alone in Virgil's room to wait for his doctor to be ready to take him back. Virgil had managed to calm down by then, but Patton still remained beside of him with a light grip on his hand.

"Nervous?" Patton muttered softly, eyebrows drawn together worriedly. Virgil thought for a moment and shrugged.

"Yeah. I'm excited too, though. It's an overwhelming mix." He said, pausing. "Both emotions make me want to vomit."

Patton laughed a bit at that, and Virgil smiled along with him. Patton squeezed his hand again, looking down at Virgil fondly. "I'm glad you're excited. Once this is all over I'm sure all this nervousness you have to deal with right now will be worth it."

"I would hope so," Virgil managed a grin. "This has cost a lot of money. It better be worth it all."

"It will be." Patton promised, unlatching his hand from Virgil's and offering a pinky. Virgil took it, and Patton leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head right before the doctor knocked on his room's door.

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Even Patton, the optimist that he was, was nervous as he waited for Virgil's surgery to be over with. He was excited as well of course, looking forward to seeing him again and seeing how happy he was, but in the waiting room with nothing to do but sit and think it was easy to begin thinking of things that could go wrong. His leg bounced up and down as he waited, only stopping finally when he was called back and told that Virgil was finally back in his room and waking up.

"Hey Virge," Patton said with a smile as his boyfriend slowly blinked his eyes at him. "How ya feeling?"

"Mmm," Virgil groaned, eyes squeezing shut again. "Tired."

Patton giggled quietly into his hand, shaking his head at the man in front of him. "I'm sure you are, hon. It's time to go home, though. I'm gonna help you get changed, and then when we get back you can sleep for as long as you like. That sound good?"

Virgil groaned again in response, but his eyes finally stayed open so Patton took it as a good answer. He helped his boyfriend to carefully climb out of the bed, and as promised helped him begin to shed the gown he had been wearing for surgery. He quickly got distracted trying to separate out his pants from the pile of Virgil's clothes he had been wearing when they arrived, freezing after he looked back up at his boyfriend.

Now with nothing blocking the area around his chest the man had finally remembered just what he had been at the doctors for. His mind was so groggy after waking up he hadn't even thought about it, but now he was finally seeing what the doctors had done. He was finally seeing the thing he had spent years saving the money for, waiting to move out of his parents and live on his own just so he could get here to see this. His hand came up to his chest, his now completely flat chest, fingers brushing barely underneath the bandages that hid the incisions that would soon become scars. Tears were filling up in his eyes, a shaky smile forming across his lips as he looked up at Patton.

"This is real," he mumbled out, voice full of emotions. Happiness, relief, disbelief. "It's finally... real."

Patton didn't know what to say, so instead he just smiled at the other with a slight nod of his head. All of a sudden Patton had a weight crashing into his chest, arms throw around him tightly as he gasped in surprise. "C-careful," he muttered, hands resting on Virgil's shoulders and pulling him away slightly. "Don't hurt yourself, Virge."

"Sorry," he whispered back, face buried in Patton's neck, tears falling from his face and landing on his boyfriend. His wonderful, beautiful, kind boyfriend who had stuck with him when even his own family wouldn't. "I'm just so happy. And I love you so much."

"I love you too," Patton smiled widely, pressing his lips to the top of Virgil's head. "We really need to get you dressed so we can go home, though."

Virgil nodded against him, holding on for a second longer. He leaned up to plant a kiss to his boyfriends lips, and only then finally moved away to let Patton help him get his clothes on. He sat down on the bed while he slid on his pants, getting them up most of the way before having Virgil stand to slide them on the rest of the way. He held up his shirt next, and Virgil shook his head. "I don't want to wear a shirt ever again now."

Patton chuckled again at his boyfriend, grabbing his hand and giving it a loving squeeze. "I get that, but I don't think you really want to walk through the doctors office half dressed."

Virgil almost immediately pouted, earning yet another laugh followed by a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Alright, alright. How about you wear it really quick on the trip home, and once we're there you don't have to wear it while you get some rest. Sound good?" Patton compromised. He gained a nod from Virgil, and soon enough the other was fully dressed and the pair were in the car on their way home.

Virgil could barely keep his eyes opened the entire way home. Patton was surprised that he was able to stay awake. It was clear that he was fighting it so he could keep looking down at his shirt that lay flat against his chest, but he knew just how tired the medicine from surgery made you feel. It was honestly impressive he was still fighting.

"Pat," Virgil murmured, looking over at his boyfriend. Patton glanced back at him before turning his eyes back to the road, humming to ask what he needed. Virgil stayed silent for a few moments.

"Thanks," he said finally, shifting so that he could lay his head on Patton's shoulder despite the uncomfortable distance between their seats. His words slurred a little together, obviously exhausted. "For being here with me, taking care of me... you're the best. Love you so much... y-you..." he paused to yawn. "Mean the world to me."

Patton smiled wide, one hand leaving the steering wheel to find Virgil's and squeeze it. "I love you too, Virgil. I'd do anything for you."

He felt Virgil shift the slightest bit closer as he finished speaking, but nothing else for the rest of the ride to their home. He assumed sleep must have finally taken his boyfriend, and stayed silent as well so he wouldn't disturb him on the way there. By the time they finally arrived Virgil had shifted in his sleep, and was now laying back against the headrest in the car. Patton was glad, because this allowed him to get out without disturbing Virgil so he could attempt to carry him in and let him get his well-deserved rest.

He managed to get him all the way to their shared bed and laid him down without seeming to wake him. He was about to pull the covers up for him and go start on making something for the both of them to eat later when Virgil shifted. His boyfriends eyes fluttered open, meeting Patton's eyes and trying to sit up.

"Careful," Patton urged, helping him to rise so that he wouldn't harm himself. As soon as he was upright Virgil was quick to remove his shirt again, looking back down at his flat, bandage covered chest with a sleepy grin. Patton couldn't help but smile as well, his boyfriends happiness seemed infectious. Patton put a hand on Virgil's cheek, gaining his attention and leaning closer to kiss his boyfriend. Virgil leaned in the rest of the way for him, their kiss long and sweet, smiling into it happily.

"You should get some more rest," Patton whispered as he pulled away, quickly tugged back into another kiss by his boyfriend that he still returned despite wanting him to lay back down.

"Lay with me?" Virgil muttered as he pulled away again, looking up at Patton with a small smile still across his lips. Patton pressed another short kiss to his lips before stepping around the bed to get in on his side, feeling Virgil immediately shift closer as he laid down. It took a few moments for them to find a comfortable way for them to lay as close as possible to each other without causing Virgil any pain, and when they finally did Patton presses one final kiss to the top of Virgil's head.

"Really this time, Virge," he whispered, Virgil laying on his back on top of Patton, who had his arms wrapped loosely around him stomach. "Get some sleep. You need it."

"Mhm," Virgil agreed quietly, his hands resting atop of Patton's. He went to speak again but by the middle of his short sentence he was finally out for good, making Patton smile once more. Patton sighed happily, eyes slipping shut himself and soon found himself asleep too.

(If you couldn't already tell Virgil is trans and had top surgery in this)

This exists bc dysphoria sucks and I am sad. So I wrote something I though was sweet to attempt to make myself feel better. It kinda worked, but I really did almost cry a few times writing this aha.... if only my life were the way I imagine in fan fiction...

Anyways. I'm going to try to update again soon with a couple more oneshots, so I can finally move onto my third oneshot book lol. I'm getting pretty close! I'm glad I'm getting back into writing a bit. I'm really trying hard to focus on it. I'm hoping to start updating HHS again soon and to get faster updates on TM out.

I don't really have anything else to say here, and I gotta get up early anyways so I need to get some sleep now. So, I hope that you enjoyed this oneshot. Thanks so much for reading. *you from a different dimension chucks a ring pop at you through a cross-dimensional portal* (thanks to Paradox-Puzzler for the suggestion again). Take care of yourselves. Bye-Bob