I wanted to see if I could write a Mag7 drabble (fic of 100 words), this is the result.

His worst fear... a hospital room where his lover was the one lying injured. For two days he'd been sitting at his bedside - in the helpfully provided chair that led a double life as a torture device.

Sighing mournfully, he sent out a silent plea to any deity listening to grant him this one wish... let him wake up.

A tremor in his lover's hand drew his eyes to his beloved's face, and to tired green eyes sleepily professing love and reassurance. Smiling, Vin kissed the palm of Ezra's hand, saying, "Rest love, everything is gonna be fine now."