#» 𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓼; ( feat. ian )

[hallelujahtohell]

{ @ianfm​ }

bouncing between hospital rooms meant aramis couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept in a bed. he was running almost completely off of hospital coffee and the last full meal he’d had was at least two days ago now. thank god for vending machine snack foods and anxiety. at least he’d made such a presence for himself at the hospital that the nurses didn’t notice/care when the backpack he was carrying in wiggled on his back. “hey, so we can’t stay long because they’d ban me if they found out, but he missed you.” aramis said quietly as he closed the door behind him. he unzipped the backpack, spilling two bags of movie theatre popcorn and a familiar black cat onto the bed. “stinky can make anything better, right?”