All the hope in the world was on Diana’s tearful face as she reached out and very gently touched his chest, where that wound had been, and she would never forget it. He had a shirt on, so it wasn’t visible nor something she could feel, but she could feel him, his heart beating and some semblance of breathing, and that was all it took. Her arms were around his shoulders and she’d pulled him into a hug, her face buried into his shoulder as she sobbed outright.
“Thunder God.” That was all she could choke out, between sobs that were no longer entirely sadness.