Summary:

Ilya pushed the blanket off and tried to pull his gown up to look at his stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, in case he'd forget. “Why am I here again? Are you single? Hey, did they take my- my- intestines, how do you call-“ “Ilya,” said the man, taking Ilya’s wrists gently but with a strong grip before he could take a good look at the bandages. “Behave. Please keep your clothes on, oh my God. They didn’t take your intestines, just your appendix. You’re fine. Just rest.” OR: Ilya wakes up fucked up from anesthesia and tries to start an affair with his own husband, as it turns out.