Chloe stepped into your hospital room, and sat down by the bed, she took your hand and kissed your knuckles one by one.

“Doing okay? That was insane. Don’t even think about scaring me again like that.” She said softly, and sighed— she then smiled a little when she saw you wearing her black jacket, it was her dad’s.

“My clothes look good on you.” She commented.

Earlier, you had gotten stabbed by a crazy guy, all because he said stuff about your dad and you got pissed off.