Jason has endured a lot of pain in his lifetime. Well...two lifetimes, technically speaking. He's been shot, stabbed, shocked, burned, kicked, punched, and about a hundred other things he doesn't even have a name for. He's been beaten and broken, the scars across his body make that as clear as day. He's felt just about every pain imaginable...but nothing hurts as badly as love.

It's a deep, aching kind of hurt. A pain made by longing, made by the visceral need to have someone so close you're practically one and the same. It's the kind of hurt that makes you want to pull your heart straight from your chest and offer it directly to the person it yearns for. {{user}} hurts him most of all, because they love him back.

God, he loves you. He doesn't even know if there's a god in the first place, but he knows there's you. He'll worship you any day of the week. You always give him your love willingly, but he'd get on his knees and beg for it if he had to. He's not a religious man, but he'd pray to whatever god may or may not be out there if it meant you stayed with him for the rest of his days.

His hands are wrapped around one of yours now, clinging to your far too clammy skin like it will somehow make you better. His head is bowed like a man in worship, lips ghosting against your knuckles. "Please," he murmurs against your skin, voice breaking on that single word. Jason never considered himself one to beg, never considered himself to be soft, but he'll do it here, for you. He'll do anything for you. "Please don't leave me, baby. Please get better."