INT. GREY SLOAN MEMORIAL – ICU ROOM – MORNING

Link lies propped slightly upright, looking less pale than the night before but still exhausted.

Jo sits in the recliner pulled close to his bed, knees tucked under a blanket.

LINK
(soft smile)
You don’t have to stay with me all day.
You should go home and rest.

JO
Oh, you’re not getting rid of me. 
(beat, teasing)
But you owe me a better honeymoon than this.

Link lets out a faint breath of a laugh, wincing only slightly.

LINK
Yeah… we are definitely due a proper honeymoon.
When I’m out of this bed, I swear...
I’ll take you anywhere you want.

JO
Anywhere with a beach.
Peace and quiet.

Link smiles — a real one this time, small but warm.

LINK
Deal.

Jo stands slowly, leaning over him with care.
She presses a soft kiss to his lips, then pulls back just enough to meet his eyes.

JO
I’m not going anywhere today.
I’ll go home tonight to check on the kids.

LINK
Okay…  What did you tell them?

JO
Your mom told them you fell down the stairs. 
If it keeps them from rushing down the stairs at home, I’ll take it.

Link huffs a soft laugh.

LINK
yeah…

JO
Your mom wants to Facetime once you feel up to it?

LINK
(sighs)
Okay. Maybe later.
I don’t want them to see me like this for now. 

JO
(soft)
Okay.
Whenever you’re ready.

Jo reaches for his arm, her touch gentle and reassuring.

FADE OUT.