Jean's P. O. V
“Jean?”
I lift my head from, my back slightly aching for sleeping sitting down. I squinted my eyes as they adjust to the light. I looked at the man laying on a bed, wrapped with bandages on his chest. I sighed in relief, smiling at him. He has been unconscious for three days now, I am glad he has finally woken up.
“Keith! Can you please call the doctor? He’s awake!” I stood and yelled out at the door. I turned to him, holding his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“In pain,” he said, chuckling lightly. “Are you okay?”
“You’re the one who just woke up from a coma and you’re asking me if I’m okay?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrow at him. “Do you need anything?”
He shook his head ‘no’. “Just sit beside me, I am fine. I’ve handled worse things than this,” he stated.
