INT. GREY SLOAN MEMORIAL – ICU ROOM – MORNING
Jo hasn’t slept.
She sits beside Link’s bed, eyes heavy, posture folded in on itself from hours of fear. His hand rests in hers; she hasn’t let go once. Every so often, his fingers have twitched — small squeezes, faint reminders that he was still somewhere inside this stillness.
Now, as the machines hum quietly around them, Jo watches him with an expression worn thin by worry. Her eyes gloss over. A single tear slips down her cheek before she can stop it. She leans forward, her free hand brushing through his hair softly.
JO
(whisper, breaking)
I love you… 
I’m here…
The room stays steady. He doesn’t move.
The monitors hum quietly.
The sun is rising. 
A soft wash of pale light begins to spill through the blinds. Morning.
Jo blinks against the fatigue and glances at the clock. Luna and Scout should be waking up by now.
She exhales shakily, reaches for her phone, and types.
TEXT MESSAGE — JO → ELSA (BABYSITTER)
“Good morning… Thank you again for staying over. Link is in intensive care, still unconscious. I have to stay here. Could you take care of the kids today? I’m so sorry. I don’t have any other option right now.”
A few seconds later, her phone vibrates.
TEXT BACK — ELSA (BABYSITTER)
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I hope everything will be okay. Of course I can take care of them. I’ll cancel my plans. Whatever you need.”
Another vibration. 
“They just woke up and are having breakfast. Here they are :)” (Photo of Luna and Scout eating breakfast, smiling at the camera.)
“Don’t worry about anything. I’ve got them.”
Jo’s eyes soften. Her shoulders drop a fraction, the smallest relief in an ocean of fear. She types back quickly.
TEXT — JO
“Thank you. Really. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll keep you posted.”
She sets her phone down, wipes her face with the back of her hand, and squeezes Link’s fingers again with both hands — as if willing him to come back to her.
She stays like that — steady, quiet, exhausted, holding on. Waiting for him to come back to her. 
FADE OUT.