"come on, wake up zach," you said. it was eight in the morning and your boyfriend zach had an appointment to get his wisdom teeth removed. he didn't want anyone to take him except for you, so you were stuck with him.
"mmm five more minutes," he groaned.
"you said that ten minutes ago, come on." you shook his shoulder again.
"can we cuddle for like five minutes?"
"we can cuddle after your surgery. i'm sure that's all you're gonna want to do," you said sighing. you loved zach and you loved cuddling with him, but you were not looking forward to how much of a diva he'd be on drugs.
"okay fine." he groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"can we get food on the way there?"
"no, you can't eat anything"
"wha- i'm gonna die."
"stop being dramatic and get ready."
finally half an hour later you were leaving your apartment. you drove zach to the office and signed him in, since he was a child and didn't want to do it himself.
he sat down in a chair and you sat next to him.
"i'm nervous," he whispered. you held his hand.
"you'll be okay. and they'll come get me as soon as you wake up. it'll be fine."
he sighed and leaned over to kiss your lips.
"zachary herron?" zach looked at you and you nodded, letting go of his hand. he followed the doctor through a door and you didn't see him until about an hour later.
a doctor came and got you, leading you to the room zach was in. he was laying in the chair, his mouth wide open and his eyes closed.
"zach?" you asked. he opened his eyes and saw you.
"hi baby," he said quietly.
"how are you feeling?"
"i'm sleepy." he closed his eyes. you ran your hand through his hair and he smiled. "keep doing that, it feels nice."
you chuckled and kept running your fingers through his hair. the doctor came in and started talking to you and instructions and other things like that. zach had woken up some and was playing with your hands, twisting your rings around your fingers.
"you ready to go zach?" you asked. he nodded, taking an ice pack from the doctor and holding it to his face.
"it's cold!" he shouted.
"it'll help, just hold it to your face."
"but it's cold y/n!" he whined.
"if you don't hold it yourself they'll just wrap it around your head, do you want that?" he shook his head, pouting his lips and putting the ice pack on his face.
you helped him stand up and wrapped your arm around his waist. you walked out to the car and got him buckled into his seat, goin back to the drivers seat.
"you still feeling okay?" you asked.
"yeah...this gauze is disgusting." he started messing with it.
"no, leave it alone zach."
"it's all wet and bloody!"
"it's supposed to be. we can change it when we get home, just leave it alone." he crossed his arms and pouted his lips.
he messed with the radio and turned it up. 8 letters started playing and his eyes went wide.
"woahhhh that's me!" he said.
