Through the haziness of semi-sleep, she's aware of the IVs in her arm, the whirring of the dialysis machine somewhere next to her, and the steady beep of her heart monitor. She can feel a large, warm hand encircling hers, and she figures Foreman stayed after their talk about his medical trials. When she sleeps, her dreams dark and taunting as they replay the whole event over and over and she remembers her blind fear as he forced her to test his medication, she remembers something almost shifting in her mind, when she realizes that, no, she doesn't want to die, she wants to live as long as she can.

As she wakes, she realizes the hand is still there and she tiredly cracks open her eyes to tell Foreman to go home, but instead of Foreman, she sees a head of dark hair resting on the bed beside her and she blinks.

"Kutner?"

Said doctor jerks slightly and raises his head from the bed. He gives her a bright and crooked smile and straightens in his seat.

"You're awake!" His enthusiasm gets a tired, but wry smile.

"Seems I am; what're you doing here, when did you get here?" The question makes him colour slightly, and he scrubs at the back of his neck.

"I haven't left, Foreman kept an eye on you for me when I ran to the bathroom; I was kinda pissed at myself for not being here when you woke up." Thirteen's brow furrows.

"But why? You didn't have to stay."

"I was worried, I guess, and I like you," he admits with a shrug. She stares at him for a moment before letting her gaze fall to their still entwined hands.

"Oh." She manages softly.

"Yeah." Both doctors fall silent, neither of them letting go of the other. Distractedly, Kutner runs his thumb across her knuckles, and she squeezes his hand lightly. Hesitantly, he looks up at her again. "I'll leave, if you want." She shakes her head, squeezing his hand again.

"Stay, please?" There's a desperate edge to her voice now, one that he can't say no to.

"Alright." She smiles again, and shifts to one side of the bed, patting the empty space beside her.

Once he's lying next to her, she carefully shifts onto her side, wrapping an arm around his torso as she lays her head on his shoulder. He wraps his own arm around her and a contented sigh escapes from her.

"So what happens now?" He laughs, and the arm around her squeezes her lightly.

"That, is entirely up to you."