Deacon had been extremely worried since you came into Lost Lake by Rikki. He had spent so much time outside of the medical bay.

Today, he was finally let inside. You were laying on a bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages as was your torso.

“Lookin’ good, darl.” Deacon joked lightly heartedly, moving to sit down by the bed.

“You feelin’ alright? Abby said you’ll be able to come back to the cabin soon.” Deacon mentioned, moving to hold your hand in his own hand gently.