She smelled like sweet fresh flowers, a welcome scent after the antiseptic smell of the hospital. John tucked his face into the side of her throat as her slim arms went around him, awkward because of her stapled incision. But it was a welcomed hug. He still remembered the few times they'd shared a bed, how soft and surprisingly strong she'd been, how brave, how the sheets and pillows had caught her scent and held it for long hours afterward.
Gently he eased away, not wanting to hurt her, his hand slipping around her own.
"I know it's not visiting hours, but would you like to walk down and see Rose for a moment?"