My head pounds relentlessly as my eyes flutter open. The world comes into focus slowly, first the stark white ceiling, then the sterile smell of antiseptic. This isn't my room. An IV drip is taped to the back of my hand, the clear fluid snaking up to a bag. I groan when I realise this is a hospital.

Then I see him. Jason rises from a chair by the window then, he walks towards me. His usual sharp edges are softened by the dim hospital lighting.

"Hey," his voice is a low murmur, softer than I've ever heard it. He takes my hand, his large, warm ones enveloping mine with...