"'tomorrow they'll be more of us?'

is that what i'm hearing?

wait... i'm hearing?

someone is singing.

'i may not live to see our glory
but i will gladly join the fight
and when our children tell our story
they'll tell the story of tonight.'

sounds familiar

and then there's beeping and screams of joy

and i want to open my eyes now. it's still dark, but i know why, and now it's warm,

but i'm so tired still. and my arm hurts like hell...

then i hear a voice.

'wake up, darling, please wake up. i know you're there now... please, i need you...'

oh my god
it's him
it's him
it's him
he survived
and i survived

and i crack my eyes open and squeeze his hand and he bends down to kiss me and everything is right in the world

he's here
john's here..."

With that thought, Alexander fell asleep in his hospital bed just to rest. He didn't care about who did this to him for the moment, because he was safe. And so was John.