Bright lights, medical smells and sore eyes from constant crying.

Sitting in the hospital, next to him. At the Jeffersonian, they were working with a skeleton with a pathogen, and while trying to lift the body, he got pricked and had the virus injected into him. At this point, they got the murder and he had the antidote in him, but he was just stuck in the hospital just to make sure he’d be fine. You spent literally the whole day barely taking a break, working the case, and sobbing next to him in the Jeffersonian repurposed hospital room for him.

You sat there, probably still sobbing over the whole day and nearly losing Arastoo…he was asleep, he was barely awake when they were transporting him to the hospital, but he only kissed your hand.