welcometocecilpalmer:

      Cecil groaned a second time, this one longer than the first, and his eyes slowly fluttered open. He winced under the tight grip, and found it difficult to move his cold, lifeless limbs.

       At first, he found it impossible to speak, and it terrified him. Unable to move, unable to communicate, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, experiencing an episode of sleep paralysis while his poor husband panicked over him. It took another long, terrible moment before he realized that he needed to breathe manually in order to say anything.

       “Babe? What’s wrong?” he squeaked, as he worked on the issues of better speech and any sort of movement. Still, for the moment, it was enough to just be able to respond to his Carlos.

Carlos gasped, relief slamming into him like a truck. He let out a long sigh, dropping back down onto the bed next to Cecil and wrapping his arms around the other tightly. Still cold…. ugh. Carlos quickly started working his hands on Cecil’s skin, trying ineffectively to warm him up.

“You- you- Thank God, Cecil… You weren’t moving – You weren’t breathing! I – shit, I thought some thing had – I-I thought you weren’t going to wake up!” Carlos was babbling, but was still trying to explain. He was just so happy that he’d been wrong though!