It was surreal seeing him when there wasn't wires threaded into his veins and his bed wasn't a sterile stretch of scratchy white blanket. Without the mandatory bandages over his eyes, Roxy could see the sealed line of the lids protecting the vulnerable empty sockets, his lashes dark against the curve of his cheekbone.

The fact did nothing to stop the stupid little burst of joy that got up inside of her heart when he smiled and touched her hair.

"Yes!" She laughed, stumbling out of the chair and onto the edge of his bed so she could hug him properly. "Good morning, you magnificent blind bastard. JFC, I was gettin' ready to call in to Queen Needle Tits that you were sufferin' some major purple coma, but here you are! C'mon, dude, grope your way on over and gimme a hug."