His brow wrinkled as he fought to push away the fog and general fuzziness. "Ten days?" he echoed. Fragments of that frantic, frenzied last few minutes before darkness swallowed him whole had him trying to push himself up in the bed. "The staff? The Seedy? Auds, are you okay?"
Crying?! His wife was crying. That was not acceptable at all.
Will used gravity and her willingness to pull her down into his arms. "Don't cry, Audrey," he said, wrapping his arms around her as best he could. "I'm here. I'm awake. I'm never going to let myself be pulled away from you." He was willing at that moment to promise her anything as long as she stopped crying. She was too strong, too proud, too wonderful a woman to ever be reduced to tears.