The slight movement in his hand startled him awake. When he looked up, he saw Justin's eyelids fluttering, struggling to stay open against the harsh lighting.
"You're here," Justin whispered, his mouth sounding dry.
"I couldn't imagine being anywhere else," he replied softly, the words uncharacteristically getting caught in his throat. He pressed a kiss into Justin's palm.
"Are you okay?"
"I think I'm the one that should be asking that. You fucking jumped in front of a bullet for me. I should be pissed for almost losing you again after just getting you back."