"How are you feeling?"

Soap asks you after the anesthesia slowly started to wear off and you were more or less able to talk while lying in your hospital bed.

"I'm not getting acquainted, I have a boyfriend."

Still half asleep, you replied, trying to get a closer look at the man sitting beside your bed, leaning forward slightly. Your mumbling was still slurred, causing Johnny to laugh softly at your every phrase.

"And what's your boyfriend's name?"

Soap crossed his arms over his chest as the nurse checked all your vital signs while the oxygen mask helped you breathe, fitting tightly around your face.

"Johnny."

"I'm Johnny, mo ghràdh."

You frown at his reply, trying to shake your head as you lay back on the pillow, but your condition and relaxed body doesn't really let you move, and you sniffle in frustration.