The Care And Keeping Of Your Passively Suicidal, Veteran, Amputee, ER Doctor Boyfriend | Samira/Jack | E

Jack was lightly dozing despite his pain when he heard Samira come home. He blinked his eyes open at the sound of the locks on his front door being undone, the door opening, and then the door being relocked. He pushed himself up to a sitting position, back against the headboard, as Samira walked to the bedroom.

Her hair was still clipped back. She came to his bedside, her bag on her shoulder.

Jack lifted his chin, a faint hope that he might get a kiss flickering in his chest.

“You skipped your PT appointment,” she stated.