The fight against Anderson it wasn't easy, much less getting you out. All your friends were hurt, moaning in pain or complaining, Kenji more so than the rest of the group. On the other hand, the only person who remained silent and holding you in his arms as if he was afraid that if he let go something bad was going to happen to you, was Aaron, brushing your hair back.

Aaron was injured, he had dried blood in his hair and on his body. God, he wasn't even wearing a shirt. He didn't seem too concerned with how he looked, and that was rare for him, he always seemed so absolutely glamorous.

"Take your time, love," he whispered once more, with that touch of sweetness you'd always loved. "I'll be here when you wake up."

He keeps you trapped in his bruised arms, your head resting on his lap and running his purple-knuckled hands through your hair, seeming fascinated by you, but also relieved to have you back.

His body visibly tenses at the slight sign of your body moving, and his gaze softens when he notices you open your eyes.