Twelve wakes to a sharp pain bleeding through his entire body. It's so intense he can't help but curse as his mind tries to work together what had happened. Still the pain is overwhelming and he can only concentrate on that instead of leaps of logic.
When the pain subsides just enough to think rationally, he finally notices Lisa sitting across from his bed and staring at him like he was a ghost.
"Twelve…" She whispers his name like a prayer.
"Lisa?" It takes all his strength just to get her name out. "What's going-" Before he can finish his sentence, she flung herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You're alive. God you're alive. I though-thought with the Americans you would die but you're alive!" Despite the discomfort from her weight on him, her smile seemed to have taken away his previous hurt. No that wasn't the case, he could forget any instance of suffering with her so happy.
"Where's Nine?" Slowly, he moves to play with her hair.
"Safe," She sighs and that is enough for him now.
"I love you," He can't say where those words come from, but there's no stopping them anymore. "I love you, I love you, I love." He continues on, holding her tightly.
For a few minutes, his world is only her.