Living on a razor's edge, danced with demons, tasted death

“It wasn’t supposed to do that,” he says with a soft smile in return. He can understand why it would, but it was still never his intention.

When she moves in to hug him, he collapses into it almost instantly, burying his face into her shoulder. It’s just hard information to have in hand now, and maybe it’s harder still because it’s all so far in the past, there’s nothing he could do about it now. Instead, he just has to grapple with the fact that while he was stuck somewhere completely clueless on the front lines, she was on the brink of death, cold and alone in a hospital somewhere.