Carson had assured him that she was going to be okay, and he trusted Carson. It wasn't often that Elizabeth was in the infirmary, but whenever she was, the doctor dropped everything to be at her side.
John really did trust him.
He couldn't stop himself, though. His fingertips were already grazing her arm, sliding across her skin as he moved from her elbow down to her wrist. She was soft and warm, and when his fingers settled on her pulse point and he could feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat, his eyes closed.
She was alive, and the proof of it was thrumming beneath his touch.
Her eyes fluttered open then, and she stirred. "John?"
His hand somehow finished the journey to hers, fingers lacing together. "Hey."
She lifted her gaze to his forehead, frowning slightly as she fought the drugs in her system. "You okay?"
John used his free hand to gently touch the bandage, a reassuring smile on his face. "I'm fine." He swallowed hard before adding, "So are you."
She started to drift again, her nod barely discernible. "We're okay."
He nodded, fighting the urge to kiss her forehead. "Yeah, Liz. We're okay."
She mumbled something he didn't quite catch. Lowering himself down into the chair Carson had left for him, John made himself comfortable. It wasn't long before he fell asleep too, the feel of her hand in his the only thing he could be sure of.