She was staring at him.
At him sitting upright in the bed.
At him awake.
The medical supplies clattered to the floor.
"SATOU!"
She rushed forward, her healer's composure shattering completely, throwing her arms around him in a desperate hug that would have crushed a normal person.
Satou caught her reflexively, feeling how thin she'd become, how exhausted she was, how much weight she'd lost.
"I'm okay," he said quietly, his voice rougher than usual from two weeks of disuse. "I'm—"
"You've been unconscious for two weeks!" Jessica's voice was muffled against his shoulder, tears streaming down her face. "We didn't know if you'd ever wake up! Your body refused to die but you weren't healing! You just lay there and we couldn't do anything except wait and hope and—"
She pulled back, hands grabbing his shoulders, eyes searching his face with desperate intensity.
