[ There are more gaps than he knows what to do with right now. Everything feels vague and foggy. The accident is in the back of his mind. A reminder of what happened out there in the field. She's as real as the fire feels sometimes. A reminder that he isn't dreaming. He isn't losing it. He isn't back in that hospital just having a mental breakdown after the explosion. He's here. At their spot. The two of them.

It's a haze as to how he got from the hospital overseas to the hospital in town. Must've been a transfer of some sort. Something that happened when he was clearly unconscious. That's the only thing that makes any sense. The most solid thought still remains their hands coming together. The warmth of her fingertips coming around his hand. It's a peace he can't explain. ]

Yeah. I thought I was too. [ Somehow his mind bypasses this. His hand strokes the back of her head. Fingers going through her hair gently. ] I'm not dead. I dunno. I was unconscious for a while. I think I--suffered some burns from the blast. Everything else is still a little foggy for me. They said I probably took a hit to my head.