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"JASON...?"

Evelyn searched his pale and weak face as his eyes fluttered open and focused on her. When he saw her, a smile broke out on his face.

"Hey!" Jason whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse.

Evelyn's heart swelled with relief. "I was so worried about you," she said, her voice shaking. "Are you okay?"

He reached up to brush her face but she took his hand in midway and squeezed it gently. "I think I'm okay now," he said.

"You think?" Evelyn dropped his hand, abruptly. "You think...?"

She began to beat his chest softly in feigning annoyance as Jason laughed and groaned weakly.

"Do you know how worried I was? I thought I'd lost you. How could you scare me like that? How dare you try to die on me?" Evelyn said, still thumping his chest.

"Aw! Evy..." Jason winced. "I'm a patient, remember?"

"Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to hit hard,"

He rubbed the front of the blue and white striped hospital attire. "My chest hurt."

Evelyn caressed his che