She sits up slightly, blushing and covering herself back up, still panting, her face hot red. She bit her lip, trying to keep her tears at bay, not wanting to leave him. She knew he hadn’t just “hit it and quit it” as the expression went and she knew she had to return to her room, but it didn’t make the separation easier after such a coupling with him.
Tying herself back up and putting on the items of clothing back on, she tried to smile bravely for him, trying to hide her slight fear that she wouldn’t see him after this.
“Y-Yes..need to get back..” she murmured, waiting for him to put his clothes back on so she could be carried back to her wheelchair.
Jack had pulled his underwear back on, after awkwardly removing his condom and honestly not knowing what to do with it. He tied a knot in it and set it aside, still unsure of the thing, before finding his jeans and his turtle neck. Once he was re-dressed her carefully pulled her into his arms again, and guided her back into the wheelchair.
He paused. He kissed her, softly, on the lips. The kiss felt different. Braver? Bolder? Yet at the same time it felt tender. Loving. They’d shared something amazingly intimate here, on the roof of the hospital and nothing would ever take that from them. “I’m going to ask if I can get a cot in your room.” he said quietly as he began to push her back to the elevator, snagging his used rubber and having to slide it into his pocket since no way was he leaving it here for people to find.
“I may not… may not be able to sleep with you in the same bed but I still want to be here when you wake up.” he says, as he calls the elevator with a press of a button. It answers; did it even leave? And he pushes her inside.
Jack Maple 