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I hear frantic shuffling of feet and beeping machines all around. 

Then there's a warmth that overtakes my hand. Jax is back. 

I hear Cynthia's heels come to a stop, I'm assuming because another guy is holding her son's hand. 

She knows I'm gay. I have just never been...involved before. 

people are scary 

I squeeze Jax's hand, he squeezes mine back. 

There's a hand on my opposite shoulder, maybe Cynthia. 

The shuffling of feet settle down, there's still beeping machines. 

There's muffled voices, I try to focus on listening in. 

"..it may take a few days.." 

"..a week at most.." 

"but he will wake up?" 

"..most likely.." 

"thank God" 

"..give it time.." 

"..okay.." 

I roll my eyes, but of course no one else notices, although I do hear Jax give a little snicker. 

"i'm awake! I can hear you! I am awake!" 

A week and a half later 

I blink my eyes open, groaning. 

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