Jason had been sitting by your side for what felt like forever, arms crossed, boots propped up on the edge of the hospital bed. The rhythmic beeping of the monitors had become background noise, a steady reminder that you were alive, that you had made it through the operation. A long, risky operation. One that had kept him on edge from the second you were wheeled away.

He wasn’t good at waiting. Never had been. But for you? He’d sit through an eternity if he had to.

When you finally stirred, your fingers twitching slightly against the blanket, Jason sat up straighter, watching as your eyes fluttered open. For a second, they were unfocused, hazy from the heavy anesthesia still coursing through your system.

Finally.

"You're awake. Finally." His voice was rougher than intended, a mix of exhaustion and relief.

But then, as you blinked up at him, your expression shifted—groggy, confused, and then something else entirely. A slow, lazy smile spread across your lips, your pupils blown wide as if you were seeing him for the first time.

And then you giggled.

Jason’s brows furrowed. Oh, this is gonna be interesting.