When Jack finally blinks his eyes open he’s sure he’s looking at an angel.
Halo of gold hair. Big, brown eyes. Soft, calm voice as he talks to himself while checking on the IV that’s sticking out of Jack’s arm.
His eyes track his fingers and then finally sweep up to Jack’s face. When their eyes connect Jack’s angel smiles.
“Well, hello there, Mr. Zimmermann.”
There’s a thick southern accent that sounds as sweet as syrup and Jack fights to keep his eyes open just to watch him for a few more seconds.
“We weren’t expecting you to be up this early. Everything’s just fine. The doctor should be in in a few to talk to you. How are you feelin’?”
Jack tries to hold on but his throat is dry and he’s so tired.
He shuts his eyes again and the last thing he hears and feels before he falls asleep is a soft laugh and a hand on his shoulder.
Every Time A Bell Rings
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