Yuuri took pity of how hard it was for Victor to process everything right then.
He explained gently:
“You’re my husband, we’re getting married.”
“How…” Victor began weakly and gulped. “Oh my god, how did I do that?”
Victor coming off painkillers after a bump on the head. He doesn’t recognise Yuuri and asks who the angel in his room is. Silly, fluff one-shot.
Inspired of course by that video of a man not recognizing his wife while coming round from his surgery, and the many, many fic prompts that has generated.