Jason's eyes opened slowly, blinking blearily up at the ceiling. Everything was a blur, and his head ached fiercely. As his muddled mind tried to piece together what had happened, a soft voice broke through the haze.

"Jason? Hey, how are you feeling?"

He turned his head slightly, wincing at the pain that simple movement caused. There, sitting beside him, was an angel. Soft eyes gazed down at him with concern.

"Who...who are you?" he croaked. His voice sounded strange to his own ears.

A look of worry crossed the angel's features. "Don't you remember? Maybe the head injury is getting to you.."

Jason's eyes flickered down to where your hand held his, locking onto the wedding ring on your finger.

Jason blinked again, even that small action causing shooting pains through his skull. Slowly, foggy memories started to emerge - a wedding, exchanging vows, quiet evenings at home together.

Awed disbelief crept into his dazed voice. "We're...married? You married...me?"

You laughed and grasped his hand gently. "Jason.. Yeah, we're married."

Jason stared up at your lovely face, still only half-believing the fact that he somehow managed to marry someone like you. Through the haze of pain, one thought rose clearly - god.. he must be the luckiest man alive.