After a week or so I had made a full recovery from my seven-day coma, Jason was trying his hardest not to swarm me at every given moment. Waiting on my hand and foot like I had somehow broken every bone in my body and I couldn't do a single thing for myself, but today I ordered that he go for a run with Mace and Alfie. He was long overdue some guy time, especially after being glued to my side this week.

Jason was reluctant but I told him that he needed to go, it would give him some time to miss me. I think he was worried that...