Her head rested in the nook of his shoulder as they spoke.
"Alex, you weren't even in the compound and you helped me. Don't worry about the cut, it'll heal. Honestly, I his punch to my side hurt more than the knife cut."
You're snuggling now. What would Em say if she knew?
She'd want him to be happy. Me to be happy.
Would she? With him?
Go away. Let me enjoy this.
~~
Two weeks past, and in that time they held a small funeral for Em, burying her. Arya and Kyle also finally woke up and with Arya's instructions both of them got onto morphine, helping them heal faster. By the two week mark Kyle was able to move around with the help of crutches or a fellow team mate, and Arya could sit up in her bed without collasping.
Behind closed doors, Serena was getting more comfortable with Alex, loving to hear all his war stories. He'd helped her set up the radio equipment on a desk in her room, and she felt a little more productive when she worked on it, listening and translating. Outside their bedrooms they kept a platonic front, relationships mostly frowned upon, especially with his ex's sister.
One morning Serena woke to find him still in her bed fully dressed, both of them being up late chatting.
"Hey Alex," she murmured, brushing hair from his face, "Wake up."
