I have arrived (Accalia)

Jason would arrive, usual flower in his hand. He would smile, holding it down by his side as he would look in the room. If she was asleep, he would silently approach and sit in the chair next to her bed, putting the flower on the side table and leaning back. He had warned her in text he was a creeper...so he would do his duty and watch her sleep for a while.

After an hour, a nurse came in to check up on her, and would take Accalia's shoulder, gently shaking it to wake her.

"You hungry?"

Jason locked his phone, which he had been messing with, and stuck it back in his pocket.

Accalia knew she was going to fall asleep. She was glad they were finally lowering her dose of painkillers. She had bandages wrapped around her head, her leg and several places on he arms. But she really hated pain killers, especially the ones that knocked her out.

She was awakened by the sound of Jason's voice and shaking. She glares at him before turning to the nurse, "everything's fine." Once the nurse checked some things she left. Accalia turned back to Jason. "How long have you been here? I told you to wake me up when you got here."

Jason smiled, letting his pearly whites speak volumes for him.

"But of course, I didn't. I told you I like watching you sleep, and your body is still healing. You need all the rest you can get."

He would tap the stem of the flower, pulling attention to it.

"I hope you don't think it's weird I keep bringing you these. I know you love plants so...I like to find a little bit of beauty in nature that reminds me of you."

He leaned over and in close.

"How're you feeling?"

She glared at him, while her mouth was forming into a smile. "My body is fine, thank you. I don't need-" she started to say before he tapped the flower and she turned to it. She tried to straighten her mouth into a line but the smile was just pushing through. She didn't respond, though, and let the flower stay there for now.

When he leaned closer, she shrugged her shoulders, "Jason, I feel fine. I want to get out of here," she said with a sigh, leaning her head back onto the pillow, "how are you feeling?" she asked, her face turned toward him.

Jason cocked an eyebrow. Everyone needed sleep. Hell, he was tempted to climb into that bed and catch some shut eye and make her sit in the chair. He had been working hard with his team and he was quite exhausted. He would clasp his hands on his stomach, interlocking the fingers. He would take a deep breath. It had been quite a long time since they started interacting and.....talking like they did, and kissing like they did. Holding hands. But they had both said they wanted to take it slow so...he figured now, while she couldn't run away would be a good time to ask.

"So....question. What...uh...what are we? Are we just friends who....kiss sometimes? Or are we like...official?"

Time to step up and see what comes from it.

Gods, what a question to ask someone when they were lying in bed unable to run. Well, she could if she wanted to. She thought about it. She sat up looked at the door. Sighed. Laid back down. Sat up again. Opened her mouth. Closed it.

"I'm not sure," she finally said, almost too quietly to hear.

Jason let out a hum. That was the answer he expected. they were both leading complicated lives. He understood. He would lean forward and take her hand.

"Accalia, I want you to be my girlfriend."

He would stare into her eyes for half a moment and if she attempted to speak he would hold up a hand to stop her. Give her pause. She was indeed wounded and recovering, and he didn't want her to make a rash decision. He would let his thumb graze gently over the back of her hand as he would continue.

"I care about you. I love your texts, your personality. I am never as happy as when I am when we're around each other, even just sitting and not talking. I want to move forward, slowly as we discussed, but still forward. But I want to give you time to think about it. I don't need an answer now- just....think about what you want from us, if anything. If it's too soon, or if you don't want to I understand but....I want to make my intentions known. What I want from us."

He would search her eyes, letting her take a moment to respond if she wished.

When he flat out said he wanted her to be his 'girlfriend', a title she had only had once before, she felt her heart skip a couple beats. She knew she wanted that too, she wanted a commitment... five years was enough time to move on. It was enough time to find someone else and fall for them. Isn't that what she had been doing with Jason?

She didn't say anything and soon he was speaking again, holding her hand in his and grazing it when his thumb. She looked down at their hands for the first part of his speech, but was looking back in his eyes toward the end. She waited a moment, nodding slowly before leaning toward him and kissing him lightly on the cheek. She rested her head on his shoulder. "I don't need to think about it. I don't think I do. I want that too, really," she said.

Now it was Jasons hearts turn to leap in his chest when she said she didn't need to think about it. Had he really been so fortunate? To have a woman he could care for and admire feel the same way for him? He would smile, his mouth moving of it's own accord as she said "really". He felt a little tingle down his spine and he leaned into her more to give her a gentle hug.

"O-okay. Okay cool."

He laughed. That was the most awkward answer he could have possibly given. He would take a deep breath, drinking in her smell before moving back and foregoing the kiss on her cheek for a gentle connection of the lips- not make-out, but softer. Intent to show he was happy. He would lightly press her forehead to hers after breaking the kiss.

"Okay well....I suppose as a reward, I could see about getting you out of here. Throw down the sergeant card, maybe. You are vital to our defense, after all."

He'd study her eyes, his own crinkling at the corners in pleasure.

She smiled as he clearly was somewhat stumped by her answer, and hugged him back. His laugh proved that he knew he sounded awkward, which made her laugh as well. He pulled back when she did, kissing him back at the same lightness that he kissed her.

She shook her head and glared as he spoke about getting her out. "The only reason I'm still in here is because you threaten people. If you go out there and say you think I'm fine, I'm sure they'd let me leave," she leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose and pulled away. "But it's like midnight," she sighed.

He nodded.

"I agree. And I don't care what time it is....do you want to go home now, or would you rather sleep and wait til the morning? I'll...be with you either way."

Jason was just happy they were making this legitimate. And that she was...she did choose him. He expected her to take a few days, but he was glad she didn't. Sweating it out was not something that sounded good to him. He would look down at her bandages, tempted to pull the blanket aside and check but he thought that might be rude so, either way...

"My sister, Tere, was torn up pretty badly too. She's still out cold."

She bit her lip, trying to decide what she's prefer. She nodded her head slowly and leaned forward again, placing both of her hands on his shoulders, "get me out of here," she said with a firm nod.

The truth was, her hatred for hospitals was a recent thing. Upon finding her father, who had gone completely mad being trapped by those sirens for seven years, she took him back to Washington where his parents lived. However, upon arrival he was checked into a hospital... and Accalia didn't like the news.

At the mention of Tere, and her being injured, Accalias brow furrowed, "do you need to check on her before we go?"

Jason would give a smile and a nod before standing and sliding the chair he had been sitting in back a ways. Then he would move forward to help her out of bed if she needed it, removing the saline IV and the meters from her arms and chest. He'd offer his shoulder to to help her walk, assuming she needed it, before he'd start walking them from the room.

A doctor would run up, holding out a hand to stop him before he was sprayed in the eyes with water from a glass on the nurses station. His hands came to his face as he backed up and gasped, finding it a terrible struggle to wipe the liquid away, as his jacket seemed unwilling or unable to absorb it.

Jason would shake his head with a smile, continuing outward and to the elevator, where he would step inside calmly and ride it to the first flood.

"See? Quick and painless. Don't even have to answer any questions."

Hey, he could be a bad boy when necessary.

As much as Accalia would have appreciated the help, she did most of the getting out of the bed herself. She was in a hurry enough to get moving. As soon as she tried to stand, however, her legs were a bit wobbly. She glared down at her leg before accepting his offer to help her walk.

At Jason spraying the doctors eyes, Accalia elbowed him hard in the ribs. "I'm so sorry, Doctor. Ignore him, he's being juvenile," she turned to one of the nurses, "I'm feeling much better now! That's for the help!" she said with a big smile before they stepped into the elevator.

At Jasons words, she shoved him in the chest. "Doesn't mean you have to be rude!" she said, though it was through quite a bit of laughter now.

He laughed as she pushed him, obviously noticing her own humor at it. He would put his hands on his chest. "Me? Why what ever do you mean?" He grinned letting his hands drop as he leaned against the wall, the elevator about to hit the first floor. He would nod, rolling his eyes a little but obviously jokingly at her comments.

"Fine, fine. It was a little rude....and I'm sorry. But the look on his face was pretty priceless..."

He let the corner of his lip spike into a small smile before he would offer her his hand to take so he could once again let her lean on him while he led her out of the place. He would chuckle softly to himself.

"Admittedly, this was not what I pictured our relationship kicking off with. A war, and you all hobbling....sooo romantic."

He grinned over at her.