"I'm glad we're friends, too. And don't worry, I'll take care of them." She saw Jason's eye shut. There was no stopping him from going under. There was too much stress on his body. "You'll be okay," Death said quietly. When she was sure he was good and asleep, she added, "I love you, too." Death shifted so that her hand covered his. Her touch was feather light.
It crossed a few old boundaries she'd set to stay there beside Jason while he slept, but Death didn't care. Too attached to leave him alone, she remained at his side until she heard muffled voices and the slam of hammer against fallen concrete. She didn't disappear completely until they broke through and someone rushed to check Jason's pulse. He'd live to see another day, it was announced. He'd probably be the only one.