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Jason's pov

She's been taken to another room in the ICU. She's in a coma but they got the bullet out. I start to drift off to sleep.

*in his dream*

She sits up, ripping the IV out of her arm. "Babe?" "You let go! You promised you wouldn't let go!" She yells. My hands are shaking. "But baby, I had to! I didn't want to!"

Miranda's pov

I shakily open my eyes. There's a loud beeping noise. I pull the thing off and the beeping stops. I can barely move though. I see Jason fidgeting in the seat beside my bed. He's having a nightmare! I struggle to lift a hand up. "Jason," I say, my voice raspy. "Jason you're just dreaming, wake up!" I gasp. He shoots up in the seat. "What? Huh?" He looks at me. "Oh thank God you're awake!" He cries. I force a smile through the burning pain.

Jason's pov

She's in a lot of pain. I can tell. I get the doctor and they give her some extra strength pain meds. Luke walks in the room. "Yay! She's awake!" He gasps, texting the rest of our crew. I smile and brush some hair out of her face. "Did ya win entertainer?" She whispers, her voice sounding clogged. "Oh uh yeah. They brought the award to me while you were unconscious." I murmur. She smiles. "I knew.... You'd win." "She's gotta sleep now. It'll help her recovery." The doctor says. He puts something else in the IV. Her eyes go wide. "No! Don't let them knock me out again, please!" She cries. I hold her hand, tears pushing at my eyes. "It'll help you get better, hun." A tear slips down her cheek. "You're gonna be okay." I whisper as her eyes close.

Sorry it's so short

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