Author's note: This short story is inspired by 001-JeSter-100's drawing "F!Shep_recovering".(Found on Deviantart)
In my vision, this story happens after defeating the Reapers, but it could happen at any point after ME2's Suicide Mission as well.
In the corner of the room, Grunt is mumbling something, he looks up and sees Shepard is waking up.
Now he doesn't feel guilty anymore. He will never, EVER leave the side of his Battlemaster in a fight.
All these emotions are too hard to describe in words for Grunt, as he is not the Krogan poet who fought in the Aralakh Company and perished a while ago.
He just opens his arms and yells "Shepuhrrd!" and walks to her bedside.
Shepard pats him gently in the arm and whispers "I love you Grunt".
Nobody besides of Grunt seems to hear it though, as everybody is still laughing at Grunt's rare show of affection.
Grunt simply has a mighty shitgrin on his face and he adds "He He He" to the expression in his face Shepard loves.
Garrus shakes his head and laughs just as he feels some arms tighten around his gauntlet.
He reaches out without looking, so he can tickle a unsuspecting Quarian in his arms.
He seems to miss the right spot as he gets slapped, along with some pretty harsh words along of "Bosh'tet vas Normandy".
He just laughs at himself.
The last weeks were filled with death and suffering, this moment was as good as it gets.
He wouldn't want it any other way