【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

"I hate this." Scott, who came out of the consulting room, complained about the cumbersome examination to Logan beside him, his face was pale, and he seemed to be gnashing his teeth.At least Logan hasn't seen a few things that can make the usually calm Scott show such an obvious resentment, including the time Logan overslept and didn't notice that Jim bit into Scott's collection of books.

"I hate it too." Logan sniffed, the smell of hospital disinfectant making him uncomfortable.The man walked up to him, raised his right hand and pressed it to the back of Scott's neck, where there was a circular scar from the harvesting operation a few months ago.The rough texture of the scars under his fingers made Logan feel uncomfortable. Now that the treatment process has accelerated, Scott has visibly lost weight to the naked eye, and even his cheeks appear sunken.

They didn't take Jim with them when they arrived at the hospital, but Scott wasn't cramped, Logan was less than a step ahead of him, and the man would remind him softly when walking, even if there was no physical contact, Logan would not let Scott be troubled by any obstacles, The two walked freely in the crowd.

Back home, Scott said in frustration while typing: "Logan, I want to eat cake."

"Hank said you can't eat too much fat and sugar." Logan's words were unquestionable.

"When did you listen to him so much?" The little sweet writer was sullen. He hadn't eaten Logan's homemade desserts for a long time.The consequence of being in charge of eating and drinking by Logan is that he has no way to resist his personal chef. Whenever Scott wants to go to a restaurant for dinner (the blueberry pudding that the restaurant gives after the meal tastes good), Logan will ask him: " So do you dislike my food, Scotty?" There was a hint of disappointment in the voice.

Scott knew that Logan's expression might not be as emotional as his words, but his mind still showed the other party's frowning brows and slightly drooping lip line, and the lines at the corners of his eyes would also deepen with his expression.So at dinner, Scott shut up silently, then munched on the purple cabbage and carrots, ate pineapple chicken fried rice with a spoon, and "looked" at Logan pitifully from time to time.

Logan sighed under the glare of those clouded but still compelling blue eyes, compromisingly pouring a spoonful of sweet orange juice over the cod sticks on Scott's plate.The latter understood that this was the biggest concession for the stubborn dessert chef. He scooped up the soft and juicy cod sticks and put them in his mouth. He bit the spoon and smiled quietly while the sweet fruit flavor filled his mouth.

One month before the operation, Scott conducted a detailed preoperative examination and evaluation, with as many as [-] to [-] inspection items, and the surgical evaluation after tissue culture basically met the requirements.In any case, details of the surgical process, surgical environment, including air humidity, air temperature, etc., need to be strictly controlled by their surgeons, and no matter how detailed the preoperative safety assessment report is, no matter how excellent the combination of expert technology and equipment is, it can guarantee No matter how high the security is, they cannot achieve a [-]% success rate, and Scott and his family are very clear about this. Logan learned that Erik would check on Hank from time to time, so Hank treated them with a helpless expression.

The texture of the white corridor was cold, and Logan, who was sitting in the waiting chair by the corridor, was silent, perhaps thinking too hard about what Scott was suffering at the moment.He vaguely felt that he was also lying on an operating bed, with leather restraints binding his whole body.The pale shadowless lamp shone down, making him unable to open his eyes.Doctors in white coats looked hazy and distorted as if they were separated by a layer of water. Their latex-gloved hands pressed the buttons on the strange-looking machine, and the rotating needles buzzed towards their bodies mercilessly. The puncture of the face goes down. Logan suddenly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw a boy wearing a blindfold lying on another operating bed. Logan, who didn't know when he would regain his freedom, walked towards him unconsciously...

Logan jerked awake, but could still feel his heart pounding. After the visit, Charles and Erik went to the lounge first, and it was already late at night.The surroundings were very quiet, and the lights in the hospital corridor were shining brightly. The operation lasted for a long time, as if it had no end.

Logan couldn't remember exactly what happened after the end light came on.But the only thing he could remember was that he didn't want to think about that unsettling moment, and he didn't want to experience this helpless feeling again.

"What are you thinking?" Scott listened to Logan reading to him, but the latter suddenly fell silent while reading, and he was a little puzzled.

"It's okay." Logan paused, and turned the pages of the book in his hands. He raised his eyebrows as he looked at the lines on the pages. "Can't you read something... less obscure?" He looked up at A young man with blindfolds.

The operation was safe and sound, but because Scott's eyes hadn't fully recovered and he needed to avoid light, the blindfold that Hank gave him to adapt to the dark was taken out by Logan again.

"I know you don't like it, but it's really interesting to hear you stumbling through your books," Scott touched his nose, he looked relaxed, not worried that Logan would be annoyed at all, he grinned cutely Little Huya, "Then read some fairy tales, Little Red Riding Hood, or the Happy Prince?"

"If I had to choose one, I'd choose the Happy Prince." Logan closed the book and snorted through his nose. He knew that Scott was a little villain who was hiding deep, "If I didn't choose one, I would like to do something Something else." He put his lips close to Scott's ear, his tone became a little lazy, and the scorching tail was lifted and scattered, probably the stimulation of stubble made Scott flinch back with a smile.

Logan leaned against him, he hugged Scott, and then put his palm on the side of the young man's head. His unmanaged brown hair was soft and thin. If he didn't know it in advance and search carefully, no one would have found a deep scar there.He thought about lowering his head and kissing the young man's blindfold. Under the blindfold were a pair of beautiful eyes, traumatized, but reflected in the most beautiful scenery ever. Logan seemed to be kissing the petals of an autumn saffron, and Scott didn't seem to notice it because his movements were too gentle. The smile on his lips hadn't faded, and the dimples on his face were half covered by special materials, but they were still sweet.

So, the kiss ended up on his lips.

Scott was still joking with the nurses when the blindfold was removed: "Hope my face doesn't turn two colors."

"You haven't gone out much, you've been indoors all the time." Logan decisively dispelled him, "When your eyes are healed, you should move around well."

"I want to go to Alkali Lake." Scott said, "I've been dreaming about it lately, although I've only seen pictures of it on the Internet."

"Okay, we can go together." The dessert chef casually decided on his vacation, and he could imagine Rogue complaining about being a wayward boss again.

The room was dim, Scott tried to open his eyes, and then frowned and narrowed them until there was only a light blue light left in those eyes. Logan clenched his fists, held back the hands that tried to hold his shoulders, and asked nervously, "How is it?".

Tears overflowed from the young man's squinted sensitive eyes. It wasn't the pitch-black vision that made his heart beat faster, but the ensuing blur made Scott feel a little overwhelmed.He was silent for a while, and then said in confusion: "There is a yellow light, but I can't see it clearly..." The nurse opened his eyelids and shone the light. She nodded and wrote something on the checklist.

"Hey, hey, don't worry, Scott, the doctor said it's normal." Logan handed him his red glasses, and the other fumbled for them, and put them on expertly.The man wiped away the tears on Scott's face with his fingertips: "We'll ask Hank later."

"Can you see?" Logan spread his palms out in front of Scott's eyes.

The young man struggled for a moment: "...is it 'five'? I can only see the outline of your hand."

The nurse next to him gave Logan an encouraging smile. Logan smiled and shook his head at the understanding woman. He withdrew his hand and comforted: "It's okay, you are recovering, don't worry."

When they finished handling those complicated affairs, the two walked out of the hospital. Scott tried hard to focus his eyes, the blurred outlines were mixed together, the whole world was like a large aperture photo that was not in focus, the crowd was turbulent, and everything in the distance was just a slightly distorted circle in his eyes , there is only one figure that has been by his side that looks familiar and reassuring.He collected himself, and the sudden impulse made him step forward to hold Logan's hand, and the warm palm shook his hand back without much hesitation.

Logan led Scott into Wolverine, which was closed in the evening, but still filled with the lingering aroma of the dessert shop, Logan whispered to him to stay here for a while, and make him a gift himself.

Even with his eyes closed, Scott knew that this was the corner where he used to rest. He stood there naturally, and the color blocks that could not be called bright colors floated in his mind. They spontaneously assembled and restored to the corner of the dessert shop—— Near the wall, the wallpaper is of the texture of a log, beige with stripes, a glass coffee table, and a chair. The place is a little dark because it is far away from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He stood there quietly, and there was a figure moving through the transparent window, and soon there was a burst of fresh baked goods, like dense whipped cream, finely crushed icing sugar and the sweetness of soft small cakes. They make Scott feel a little hungry.

Logan walked towards Scott with a plate of cream cheesecake, and the young man who had done this a thousand times raised his hand to take it. Just as he was about to say something, Logan reached out and touched Scott's glasses.The young man obediently closed his eyes, letting Logan take them off. Loosely hugging Scott in his arms, Logan leaned forward to beg his lover for a kiss, then smiled under his breath, "Try it."

Scott, with his eyes slightly closed, cocked his lips. He didn't know that a round metal ring was embedded in the bottom of the delicious dessert, waiting for his discovery.

——FIN——