darker_london | Awww, love (Joe, Jordan) (Reply)

Joe stirred in his hospital bed and when he finally opened his eyes the first thing he saw was his wife curled up at his side. Then he noticed the hospital room around him and he was thankful he had seen Jordan first. Had he not, he probably would have panicked about where he was before memory filtered back down and he remembered why he was in an unfamiliar bed.

Quietly he kissed his wife's hair and she woke in his arms. "Mmm. Morning, Soldier."

Joe smiled at her and then he chuckled slightly. "I think I'm high!"

Jordan shook her head in amusement and she kissed his cheek. "I'll take that as good morning. Are you hungry?" Jordan slid her hand under his t-shirt to the skin of his stomach. "I could get you breakfast."

Joe closed his eyes, still feeling weak-kneed at the touch of his wife, even after twenty years. That had nothing to do with the drugs. "I could eat." Even as he said it, his stomach growled, but it was hardly a pressing issue. "I'd rather talk. How are you?"

Jordan took a moment to think about that, considering she just woke up. "I'll be alright. I'm still in shock, but...we're both still here." Jordan kissed Joe's cheek. "That's the important thing. And neither of our children were hurt and our granddaughter is safe too. And you...you'd better be alright."

"As long as I stay infection free, I'll be fine. These drugs don't hurt. I feel like I can fly, which is...awesome. I'm worried about you."

"Why's that?" Jordan's hand moved up to Joe's chest where it rested. "You're the one who took a bullet..."

"But I'm not the one who had two men forcing themselves into the house when I was alone. That would be terrifying and...I'm just worried, Babe. I'm worried you're pretending you're okay because I got hurt."

"You're the one who had a gun pointed at you. Joe...I'm sorry I hid behind you like a frightened child."

"What?! No, Jordan...never be sorry about that. You hide. If that's the situation, you stay behind me." He kissed her again and tightened his grip on her. "Maybe we should both talk to Abby about what happened? And she can do her doctory thing to make sure we're-"

"-okay in the head?" Jordan finished for him.

"Pretty much. I just don't want you having panic attacks later..."

"Fair enough. It's probably a good idea. I'll spill my soul. But first I want pancakes. I'll be right back, alright?"

Joe watched her as she stood, beaming at her all the while. Her hair was mussed and her clothes were rumpled and he loved her. "You're beautiful."

Jordan's expression brightened and she gave him a self-conscious smile. "I just woke up, Joe."

"I know. And you woke up beautiful. Just like you went to sleep."

Jordan would have said it was the drugs talking, but she knew it wasn't. It was her husband. "Thank you, Handsome. Don't hit on the nurses while I'm away."

Joe chuckled at her. "Not a chance."