[She doesn't ask for permission to sit beside him on the bed, doing so just to be close to him, just so she can put her arms around him and kiss him. He's alive and he's all right (not quite, not quite all right, but that's for another time), and that's all that matters. She kisses him fervently, so glad to see him, and she pulls away only enough to put their foreheads together.]
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I'm so glad you're okay. You're here and alive...