You had gotten hurt in training, and you were praying someone didn't wake up your boyfriend, Jason Grace. Well, someone did, and he walked into the infirmary yawning, and when he saw you, he knelt next to your bed. "Who woke up my boyfriend? He was sleeping, you sicko's!" You yelled. Jason hasn't slept well since the war. (Let's day he lived) "You got hurt-" (yawn) "-I made Will promise to tell me every time you get hurt." He smiled.