This is for _touchtoomuch but also for ka-boomhauer

And of course for all other readers out there who want to read my stuff :)

This one's fluffy <3

It was a Thursday afternoon that Bon didn't spend at home or in the recording studio. No. He was sitting in the hospital lobby, staring intently at the TV on the wall. There was news about all sorts of things, but Bon didn't really care. The singer sighed and crossed his legs before leaning back in the yellow armchair. It was summer and so the cool leather was actually comfortable on his hot skin. He was also happy about the air conditioning that was available here. Well, what was Bon actually doing here? That morning, at eight o'clock to be precise, Bon had driven his boyfriend, also known as AC/DC's rhythm guitarist, to the hospital. He had an operation. A hernia. There was also something else that Bon didn't understand, since he didn't know Latin and had no idea what the doctor was babbling about. All he knew was that his darling's abdominal wall was to be cut open and that he had to pick him up again in the afternoon. Apparently the hospital was so overcrowded that they threw their patients out right after the operation. Bon sighed softly. After driving Malcolm to his appointment, he stayed home for a while, but after three hours, he drove back to the hospital and decided to wait there. The singer took a sip of the cold coke, he had let out of the soda machine earlier and looked back at the TV to distract himself. To distract from the fact that Malcolm should have been finished by now. It had already been five and a half hours. Bon just hoped that nothing had happened to his darling. He heard the typing of the secretary who was sitting at the desk and it didn't exactly calm him down, although her fingers pressed the keyboard of the typewriter in a regular beat and a noise was caused by that. The singer sighed softly before suddenly hearing the secretary on the phone. Shortly afterwards he heard:

"Mr Scott?" Bon immediately jumped up and ran towards her.

"Yes?"

"Mr Young would be done now. You can pick him up on the first floor." Bon nodded, finished his Coke and placed it with the empty bottles before making his way up to the first floor. He passed a few people who also looked like they'd had surgery. Bon was getting a little nervous as he didn't really know where to go, but he heard Malcolm's voice in the hallway and approached the noise with a smile. There he was.

He was pale and had one hand on his stomach. His jeans was unbuttoned and Bon could see the waistband of his whine red underpants. His hair was a mess and he clutched the arm of the nurse with his free hand, who was guiding him and carrying his small bag.

"Hey honey." Bon said softly. The nurse helped Malcolm to sit in a chair that was in the hallway and then looked at Bon.

"You pick him up?"

"Yes." Bon nodded and looked at her.

"Make sure he rests. Really rests. We already explained the rest to him. These papers." She pointed to an envelope that was in Mal's small bag. "Just give it to your doctor when he pulls the threads, okay?"

"All right." Bon nodded. The woman smiled at Malcolm and shook his hand.

"You're listening to what he's saying, alright?" Malcolm nodded weakly. "All the best, Mr. Young." With that, she disappeared back down the aisle. Bon looked at Malcolm with concern.

"How are you, honey?"

"I want to go home." Malcolm whimpered weakly, looking at him sadly. Bon nodded.

"Okay. Let's go." Bon slung Malcolm's bag around his shoulders and then offered his arm, which Malcolm clasped in his hand. He gasped loudly as he stood up again. Bon started to walk away, but Malcolm stopped him.

"Wait." He whimpered and put a hand on his stomach. Bon looked at him worried.

"Shall I get you a wheelchair, Mal?"

"No, it...it's alright." The younger one mumbled and took a deep breath before they slowly walked down the aisle. Very slowly. Bon watched his boyfriend worriedly. He had had no idea Malcolm would be doing so badly. They soon reached the stairs where a few women were standing, talking loudly, blocking the whole way. Bon went ahead and supported Malcolm while the younger one also held on to the banister for further support. Malcolm walked very slowly. Only one stair at a time. However, Bon said nothing and helped him until they got to the women. Then they waited. Malcolm lifted his head and looked up at Bon, who shrugged.

"How's it looking, ladies?" Bon asked, a little annoyed. The croaking stopped and they looked at him in surprise. "Can you continue your conversation somewhere else? We have to go through here." They gossiped about him as they went out of the way, but Bon didn't care. Soon they got downstairs and Bon led his boyfriend out of the building. Shortly thereafter they were at the car. The singer rolled back the passenger seat as far as possible and then helped Malcolm into the car. Malcolm wailed and put his hand on his stomach again as Bon buckled him up and then got into the driver's seat. The curly haired man gave him a worried look before kissing him gently and stroking his hair. "What have they done to you, baby?" Malcolm groaned weakly and tilted his head back.

"They fixed the hernia and something else, Bonny. I don't know. But it hurts so like hell." Bon looked at him worried and kissed his forehead.

"Let's go home, then you can sleep." So they set off.

*

When he got home, Malcolm first wanted to drink something and take a painkiller. Bon also gave him a croissant to eat, but Malcolm didn't quite eat a lot. Then he led him into their shared bedroom. Malcolm collapsed onto his side of the bed, panting, and whimpered softly. Bon took off his shoes because the guitarist couldn't bend down. Just like the socks. He then slowly pulled Malcolm's shirt over his head and immediately saw a huge bruise on Malcolm's stomach. Also threads that held the cut together. The younger lowered his head and looked down at his stomach.

"What does it look like? Does it look bad?" He asked quietly. Bon looked up at him and kissed him softly.

"It will heal, honey. Don't worry." The singer stripped off Mal's pants, leaving him with only his underpants on. Malcolm's inner thighs and lower abdomen were coated with an orange paste. This was supposed to protect against inflammation and Mal was only allowed to wash it off after three days. Bon helped him lie down and then kissed him gently again before tucking him in. "Rest, my darling. If you need anything, let me know, okay? I'll give you a little peace. You must be tired." Bon giggled when he realized that Malcolm had already fallen asleep.

*

The singer was sitting in the living room of their small apartment watching TV when the phone rang. So he got up and got it. As expected, it was none other than Angus Young who was worried about his brother.

"How is he?" Angus asked worriedly from the other line. Bon sighed softly.

"Not good. But that was to be expected, wasn't it?"

"What does he do?"

"He's sleeping. When he wakes up, I'll give him some soup."

"Send him a speedy recovery from me and Brian, okay?" Angus asked softly. "And...if he's a little better and he...he's ready to see company, let me know, okay? Brian and I would like to come. Cliff and Phil probably too." Bon smiled softly.

"Clear. I will, Ang. Thanks." With that, he hung up. Bon turned off the TV and went into the bedroom because he heard a noise. Malcolm was awake. He was breathing heavily and clutching the covers with his fingers. The younger looked at him weakly, his green eyes dull from sleep and exhaustion. "Hey." Bon said softly and sat on the edge of the bed before gently stroking Malcolm's cheek. "How are you?"

"A little better." Malcolm whispered hoarsely. Bon smiled weakly before looking at him sadly.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Malcolm closed his eyes briefly before nodding slightly.

"But nothing I can't handle." He said quietly. Bon gave him a weak smile and kissed his forehead.

"You're so strong, my love." Malcolm chuckled softly. "Do you want something to eat, baby? I made soup."

"That would be nice." Malcolm whispered. The elder nodded and quickly ran to the kitchen. Moments later, he was back on the edge of the bed feeding Malcolm soup after tucking some pillows behind his back so the younger one could sit. Malcolm weakly sipped the soup that Bon held to his lips by the spoon.

"I was so scared for you." Bon said quietly as he looked into the bowl and filled the spoon again.

"Why?" Malcolm asked softly.

"It...it just took so long. I was afraid something wasn't working. That they did something wrong, that they gave you something wrong, that you... that you wouldn't wake up anymore. To...to get back to me." He whispered the last part. Malcolm smiled softly at him and slowly took Bon's hand in his. Bon lifted his head to look at him. Malcolm's hand was still bandaged, as was the crook of his arm where the anesthetic had been injected.

"I'll always come back to you, Bonny." Malcolm said hoarsely and Bon was pretty sure his voice was hoarse from the breathing tube that had been pushed down his throat during the surgery. "I love you Bon Scott. I'll keep coming back." Bon felt tears in his eyes. Malcolm smiled at him. "Someone has to look after you. If not me, then who?" Bon lifted his head and smiled at him through teary eyes.

"I love you too." He leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips. The pair kissed for a while before Malcolm groaned loudly as Bon leaned on his stomach. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry! Shit!" Bon exclaimed in horror as the wound began to bleed. Malcolm groaned weakly as he pulled the covers aside. It was just too much for one day.

"It's okay." He whispered weakly. He felt himself getting tired again and the pain taking over his body. The pain was just everywhere. Malcolm felt like there wasn't a single spot on his body that didn't hurt. "Just get a band-aid, baby." He breathed weakly. Bon nodded and got a band-aid, which he gently placed on Malcolm's seam. The singer lay down on the bed next to him and looked at him with concern. Tears ran down his cheeks.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry." He sobbed softly. Malcolm weakly took his hand.

"Don't cry, Bonny. It was not on purpose. Everything is fine." He whispered. He wiped the tears from his cheeks. The guitarist felt his mind slowly drifting, groggy from the pain. "I love you darling. But I...I'm so tired." He closed his eyes weakly. "And it hurts." He put a hand on his stomach again and pulled the waistband of his boxers a little lower. Bon pulled his blanket over himself, took Malcolm's hand in his and rubbed circles on the back of his hand soothingly.

"I'm here for you. I love you. Sleep a little. You've been through too much today." Malcolm chuckled softly.

"Other people have surgeries like this too, Bon." He whispered.

"But only you interest me." Bon kissed him softly. "Sleep my darling. You'll be fine in a few weeks. Get well soon from Ang and Brian. They called." Malcolm smiled weakly before turning his head and tucking it in the crook of Bon's neck, unable to roll onto his side. It just hurt too much. Bon stroked Malcolm's head with one hand and held him to himself, with the other he held his hand and was snuggled up against him as close as possible. "Rest, baby. I love you."

"I love you more." Malcolm whispered sleepily. Bon chuckled softly.

"Impossible, I love you to heaven and back." As there was no answer, Bon turned his head a little and had to realize with a smile, that Malcolm had fallen asleep again. Maybe it was better that way. While he slept, he felt no pain. But in a few weeks he would definitely be better. Bon was pretty confident about that.

THE END;

I hope you all liked it :)