She rested against his side, her eyes closing as he wrapped his arm around her. She breathed him in, scooting as close to him as she comfortably could, soaking in his warmth. She’d missed him more than she’d missed anything in her life. She’d accepted Oliver’s death, but if Carson had died? She’d never be able to get past that. She would never be able to move on, to keep going. She would be absolutely spent.<br/><br/>She fluttered her eyes back open as he pulled back the patch on his eye, her eyes looking over his damaged one. She cupped his cheek, her thumb running under his eye. “Well, you look badass with it, if that’s any up side to it.” She shrugged, letting him put the eye patch back. She let her hand rest on his chest, playing with the fabric of his shirt. She never wanted to leave his side. Not now, now ever.<br/><br/>As he spoke how he was coping these past couple weeks, she let her eyes find his. “I understand. But I’m here now, and I’m never, ever leaving you again.” She nuzzled under his chin, closing her eyes once more. “It’s been about the same, though I’ve been more active in the sense that I’ve been basically pushing back my own recovery trying to leave to find you.” She laughed slightly, holding his arm. “I love you, and we<i>are</i>going to have that life we’ve wanted. Nothing could take me from you.”<br/><br/>She sat up a bit, carefully lifting her shirt. Her bandage had bled through a bit, and she glanced to him before pointing to the bandages on the side table. “Would you help me?”