...Okay, what ever he just witnessed was extremely confusing and he was just not going to think about it right now. All that mattered was that Jane was sitting up, looking around, and breathing.

She was alive. She was okay. She--

It was like everything had caught up with him from his desperate run over here and all he could see was her laying there dead.

He made a poor attempt at returning the greeting, only to bring a hand up to cover his mouth because wow his voice was doing this funny unsteady thing. Haha, and now he couldn't see, shit. English, get it together, she's right there.