Bradley Webster & Jessica Hines

Bradley took his hands off his face and looked at Jessica with a worried expression. Afraid that she would pass out, he hit the button on the side of the bed to get a nurse into the room. A nurse came in seconds later to the sound of the buzzer. She saw the young woman in the room, who seemed to be having a panic attack. The nurse gently took Jessica by the arm and led her to a chair in the room. "I'll go get you some water, sweetie." she said before leaving Bradley and Jessica alone in the room
Bradley didn't take his eyes off of her. He felt immensely guilty

Bradley blinked, gauging whether or not Jessica was okay. He reached over to his bedside table and got the small whiteboard. "I am so sorry. " he wrote. He held the whiteboard out, and looked up at Jessica.

He erased the board and wrote again. "Lung infection, and lung collapse."
The nurse approached him. "Mr Webster, we're going to try to take the tube out of your throat so you can breathe on your own." Bradley nodded weakly.
She turned to Jessica. "You might want to leave the room for this."

Bradley grabbed the edges of his hospital bed, bracing for the inevitable discomfort and pain. The nurse turned the machine off, and pulled the tube out, agonizingly slow. Bradley was suddenly overwhelmed with agonizing pain. He retched and gripped the bedframe harder. Finally, the tube was out. He coughed and gasped, his eyes watering. "Where's the.... I need the...." He strained between gasps. The nurse knew exactly what he meant, and handed him his morphine button. He grabbed it, and aggressively clicked it. Breathing on his own made it feel like a hot poker was rammed into his chest.
Eventually, the morphine took hold, and he breathed in steadily.
The nurse left the room, and gestured to Jessica that it was safe to enter.

Bradley had an oxygen line under his nose to support his breathing, but it allowed him to talk instead of write.The only downside to his predicament was that he had just gotten quite a bit of morphine, which made him quite loopy. "He-....It.... It's youuu" he said, his voice barely audible and significantly slurred. He smiled. "I like you, okay? You're here. Yeahhhh"
He pulled his blanket over his shoulders. "I'm here too"

Bradley looked around with a look of bewilderment. He held up the morphine clicker. "This thing...." he nodded "Lemme tell you. This." He didn't finish his sentence, but he just stared at Jessica with that same bewildered expression. "You're here."

Bradley stared at Jessica in silence for a few seconds. His brain worked in overdrive to remember something he had made a mental note of before going under anesthesia "My mail. And the cat." he said, as he reached over and put his hand on top of Jessica's head. "The cat. The cat. The cat. The cat needs foooood." he giggled and rolled his eyes "This...." he trailed off. "Please."

"My keys are in uh" he looked around the room "That suitcase over there" he said, pointing to the suitcase he set up just in case he needed to stay in the hospital for any length of time. "There's also an address on the luggage tag thingie. But you gotta get a gps or you'll drive underwater" he nodded, as if what he was saying made total sense. "What time is it?" he said while staring directly at the clock on the wall in front of him. He stared, mesmerized by the moving second hand. "How do they do that?"
He then turned his attention to the IV drip attached to him "Don't let the....the bastards bring you down" he mumbled, before yawning.