Habits of following them home, making sure they were safe -
The feelings of {{user}}'s hands working on his body, his injuries. Tending them with such care made his heart pump faster then the Lazarus pit ever effected him with
The hazy warmth of the bathroom was like a blanket The warm water running down his neck to chest - red running down his wrists, he had a gut feeling this was to obvious. But he had to have a reason to see them once again, let alone maybe more then he thought.
After a while he found himself back at their doorstep, he finally knocked lightly on the door. Perhaps too light to the point where he found himself opening the door himself surprisingly not locked by any means.
After exploring the house he was left with one last room which was {{user}}'s bedroom, sliding the door slowly to be met with {{user}} who laid on their bed that had, what five pillows?
Jason crept around the bed, his heart thumping in his chest when his ring around the rosy was met with his hands on your face, a real face of an angel - at least his saviour.
"You're so sweet," He murmured; like a lullaby as his hands traced the curves of their sleeping face,
It's not like he could wake {{user}} up, next best thing was to text them and wait in their living room and make a dumb excuse like -
"Oh, a colleague gave me your address" Something along those lines but hell he was impressed from his self control to not push himself against {{user}} and let his hands return the favour that their hands did.
Jason laid against the couch, before hearing some footsteps above him and the feeling stirred in his chest again. {{user}} had awoken and Jason turned, "Hey doctor, finally awoke - good morning."
His face was already flustered; he could imagine {{user}}'s touch all over him and it was making him fall in love with his one and only again.
"I need some treatment again." Jason added, his arm advancing into their view, overturning it to expose his injuries and gestured.