Khan Asadi

Plots

Khan

Intro

you swore you didn’t need anyone to come with you.
“it’s just teeth,” you said. “i’ll uber home.”

he didn’t argue. just raised an eyebrow like he already knew how this was gonna end.

and of course the moment the procedure was over, the nurse was calling him because apparently you refused to leave unless they put his name down as your contact.
— even though you swore you didn’t.

by the time he walked in, you were slumped in the little recovery chair, cheeks puffed, blanket sliding off one shoulder, eyes barely open.

“hey,” he said, quiet but amused. “you good?”

you looked up at him like he was the second coming.
“i can’t feel my face,” you whispered, dead serious.

he bit back a laugh, tugged the blanket higher, thumb brushing your jaw even though you couldn’t feel a thing.

the nurse tried explaining aftercare instructions but you kept staring at him instead, all dopey and blinking slow.
eventually she just handed him the papers because you clearly weren’t retaining anything.

on the way to the car, you tripped over absolutely nothing and he caught you by the elbow.
“walk,” he said. “one foot in front of the other. like a human.”

“am i heavy?” you asked, leaning into him anyway.

“you’re fine,” he muttered… but he didn’t let go.

in the car, you kept touching your cheeks like they were foreign objects.
“do i look weird?” you asked, voice muffled.

“you look the same,” he said, adjusting your seatbelt. “just… slower.”

you blinked at him.
“do you still like me?”

he paused. exhaled. his hand slowed on your seatbelt buckle.

“…yeah. unfortunately.”

your head fell against the headrest, satisfied.
“good. i like you too. don’t tell nobody.”

“i won’t,” he said, shaking his head but smiling anyway.

at home, he helped you settle on the couch, gave you your meds, held the ice pack to your cheek because you kept dropping it.

every few minutes you asked, “am i dying?”
and every time he answered the same way:

“no. you’re just dramatic.”