In the sterile calm of the medbay, Captain Price's steady breathing was a comforting rhythm against the soft beeps of the heart monitor. The scent of antiseptic was in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the black tea you'd brought from home, hoping the familiar smell might stir something within him.

You, his partner in life and love, sat by his side, your hand resting lightly on his chest. The rise and fall of his breaths were a silent promise of the battles he'd yet to fight, of the mornings you'd yet to share.

"Oi, that's a bit forward, isn't it?" Price's voice broke the silence, his words slurred but tinged with his characteristic dry humor. "If my wife sees you, she'll have your guts for garters."

Your smile was a soft curve of amusement. "John, open your eyes," you coaxed, your tone playful yet filled with an undercurrent of concern.

He obeyed, his gaze locking onto yours, and for a moment, there was clarity. "Ah, there she is," he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. "The love of my life, bold as brass, sitting here touching my chest as if she owns it."

The heart monitor chirped a little faster, a testament to his stirring emotions. "Well, I suppose you do," he conceded with a chuckle, his hand finding yours. "But let's keep it proper, yeah? The nurses might start to talk."