Jack's smile dropped from his face, "What? Uh, I uh..." He rubbed his eyes and then looked back at her. A small smile lit up her faintly bruised face.
Her voice was hoarse, but she managed to say, "Hi Jack."
"You had me going." He chuckled, and squeezed her hand, "How do you feel?"
She tried to move her body, but groaned when a wave of pain washed over her. "Like crap. Every inch of my body hurts. Couldn't you have found that gun a little faster, Bauer?"
Jack shook his head at her, "I don't know whether to kiss you or hurt you. I've been worried sick about you and now you're joking with me?" He leaned in and brushed his lips lightly against hers, careful not to put pressure on any part of her body.
Sam's eyes found his, "Thank you."
He was surprised, "For what?"
"Staying with me. Saving me. For everything."
"How did you know I was here?"
"I knew. Now, can I have another kiss?"
He smiled and leaned over her again, this time fully connecting their lips and kissing her with the intense relief that he was feeling. The doctor picked that moment to enter the room, "Ah, I see we're awake and already making out. That's a good sign." He picked up her chart and made some notations.
Jack stood up and wiped at his lips, "Doctor. She couldn't be too bad, she's joking with me."
The doctor smiled at Jack, "Well, let's take a look at her. Do you mind waiting outside?"
Sam protested, "No, I want him to stay."
The doctor let Jack stay and pronounced Sam as well off as she could be having just woken from a coma. Her injuries would take a while to heal and she would have to stay in the hospital for another week or so. Sam didn't like the diagnosis, but was thankful she was still alive, and that Jack was by her side.