Jon had lost the battle and fallen back asleep, his fingers tangled in Correy's hair, their heads close together, though he didn't know who he was. He assumed it must be someone close to him, someone who cared. It wasn't until morning, when the sun's rays filled the room with warm golden light that his eyelids fluttered again, blue eyes opening to what felt like his first morning.

The sun struck Correy square in the face and it didn't take long for him to begin to stir. He stretched, with a soft moan and his face crinkled just before he yawned. Jon's heartbeat was strong in his ears and for that he was thankful. He moved his head away from the sunlight and that's when he noticed something odd. Slowly his eyes opened and he looked up, craning his neck back to see an arm. He held his breath as his eyes followed that arm down to a shoulder. It wasn't a far leap to see blue eyes looking into his. Correy's eyes began to water and his lips trembled between a smile and the frown that came with crying. "Oh God," the first tears began to roll down his cheeks. "You're awake! Jonny, you're awake!"

Jonny. He heard the name register in his ears and his head, but it meant nothing. Was that his name then" It must be. Jonny. He didn't remember it, but somehow it felt right. Jon looked at the familiar face before him, unable to give him a name. The look on that face was unmistakable, however. There was joy in those familiar deep blue eyes, relief, and possibly love. Jon licked dry lips, trying to form words that wouldn't quite come just yet. His lips formed a word silently, "Who?" Whether he was asking of himself or of Correy was unclear. Perhaps one or both. Confusion flooded him, along with a torrent of questions. Who, where, why' What happened to me" I don't remember.

Correy continued to gaze into Jon's eyes as he slid off of the bed and onto the chair beside it. He didn't think that he'd ever stop staring. He could see the confusion on Jon's face and in his eyes. But, before he called the nurse, Correy stood up and leaned over the bed to place a kiss to Jon's lips.

The monitor beeped in rhythm to Jon's elevated heart rate, now that he was awake and feeling a mixture of confusion and anxiety. The kiss took him by surprise, completely unexpected, though he found even that familiar somehow, comforting even. He neither returned the kiss nor pulled away, but accepted it as it was given, a little in awe of the obvious and raw affection it offered.

When Correy pulled back, he had a frown of confusion furrowed in his brow. He sat back then and reached for the nurse's call button. And when the voice responded to the beep from the wall, Correy didn't turn his head to answer. "Jonny's awake." The voice responded that she'd be right down in a bright and sunny kind of way. Jon watched Correy, mirroring the confusion on his face, wondering who this young man must be that he seemed so concerned. He realized suddenly that he didn't like the look of confusion on his face, that he didn't want him to be troubled or worried, not about him, and his lips worked again, trying to form words that wouldn't come. He felt anxious and he tried to sit up, head throbbing with a dull ache that seemed to come from somewhere deep inside his skull.

The nurse came in time to stop Correy from starting in on his barrage of questions that Jon probably couldn't answer. His arms folded across his chest as he watched the nurse perform her job in the most efficient way possible. A promise that the doctor had been informed before she left the room and then Correy was again alone with Jon. He wasn't sure what to say or if Jon would even understand. So he reached for and took Jon's hand and brought it to his mouth. Correy bowed his head and placed a firm kiss to the bruised back of Jon's hand. "I love you," his lip trembled and he looked up again. The tears started afresh to fall onto his cheeks.

Jon suffered the nurse's administrations silently, no words of complaint, no winces or groans. When she was finally gone, he looked again to the young man who seemed unable to pull his eyes away from him. He watched at he took his hand and brushed a kiss against it, his heart aching suddenly with a longing to remember, to understand, to know what they must mean to each other, and then he heard those three little words, and his own eyes brimmed with tears, his heart swelling with feelings he didn't quite understand.

With his free hand, Correy reached up and cupped Jon's cheek. "Don't cry baby. It's going to be alright. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." Correy slid onto the edge of the bed and held Jon's hand to his heart. "It's going to be alright. You were shot, but now you're awake and you're going to get better."

Jon's left brow lifted when Correy explained what had happened. Shot' He'd been shot' He shook his head silently, not understanding or remembering any of it. His hand trembled in Correy's, despite his comforting words and tone of voice.

Correy misread the confusion and he put more emphasis on the words. "You are going to get better! I know you will. You're Jonathan David Granger and there's nothing you can't do. You've starred in movies and on stage. Everybody loves you. I love you and you're going to get better. You will get better!"

Jon's eyes went wide at Correy's enthusiastic encouragement. He hadn't even thought about whether or not he'd get better. He couldn't remember what had happened and he wasn't sure what, if anything, was wrong with him yet. His mind was stuck on the word "shot". Who shot him' Where" Why' Correy's explanation only seemed to prompt more questions. Jonathan David Granger" An actor" Him' Was that why he kept hearing Shakespeare in his head"

Jon's silent confusion was frustrating. Correy sat back and he sighed. "I promise. You'll get better, and I'll be here to help you." He kissed Jon's hand again and squeezed it gently. "Can you wiggle your toes?"

There was a question he could focus on, understand, and answer. Jon glanced toward his feet, which were hidden beneath the hospital blankets, furrowing his brows as he focused on wiggling his toes. The blankets moved a little as he did, and he sighed, a small smile lighting his face as he turned back to Correy, looking proud for that small but seemingly important achievement.

Correy's eyes swept down Jon's blanket covered body and when smiled and looked back up into Jon's eyes when the blanket moved. "Now, your fingers. Move your fingers." Correy was getting excited that Jon was at least able to do that much.

Jon shifted his focus from his toes to his fingers, pulling his hand away from Correy's and lifting them both to show him he had full range of motion in both hands and fingers. There was a tuft of beard on Jon's cheeks and his hair had grown a little, a curling lock dropping onto his forehead.

There didn't seem to be any weakness when Jon lifted his hands. Again, Correy gave a relieved smile. All thing considered, he considered Jon one lucky man. "Ok baby. I need to change out your bag and give you a clean shave, if you like." He stood again and leaned over Jon. A kiss was given to his soft lips before Correy turned and walked towards the small bathroom.

Bag" Jon thought with a sinking feeling and another confused expression. Oh, God....He lifted the covers to see where all the tubes and wires were going and realized he must have a catheter. How long had be been out' He reached up and ran a hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble of a beard growing there. Was he usually clean shaven" Simple questions he couldn't find the answers to. He leaned back against the pillows and licked his lips again. Somehow he had to conquer the disconnect between his brain and his mouth.

Correy did the job as efficiently as he possibly could and when he returned the second time from the bathroom, he had a disposable razor, a tub of water and some cloths. The tub and cloths were sat down on the rolling table as Correy sat down and made himself comfortable. "I'm so glad you're awake. Everybody's been so worried." The bit of shaving cream was placed to Jon's cheek and the razor was lifted and brought down to clear a path. "And I think Gigi caught the person who did it. But that's supposed to be a secret. I don't think she wants anybody to know because she's so secretive about everything."

Gigi, Jon took that name in. It sounded vaguely familiar, though he still didn't know Correy's. He watched while Correy worked the cream and the razor over his cheeks, listening to everything Correy said, every word seeming important. More pieces of the puzzle that were his life, it seemed. Jon reached for Correy's wrist just as he was placing the razor against his cheek. He licked his lips again and furrowed his brows in concentration, determined to make his mouth work. "H-how....long?" He searched Correy's eyes, needing an answer.

Correy looked down at Jon's hand, amazed by the strength in it. The razor was held at an odd angle and he reached up with his free hand to place the razor into the tub. "You've been out a couple of weeks. They weren't sure if you'd pull through."

His voice was weak and strained, a little gravelly, but familiar to his ears. Weeks, Jon repeated silently. He leaned back against the pillow again as he took it all in, almost overwhelmed by it all. He finally flicked a glance back at Correy, a questioning look in his eyes, and he strained to move his lips again. "Wh-who..." He dropped his hand from Correy's wrist, searching his eyes and face for answers.

"I don't know who did it," Correy shook his head sadly. "Gigi didn't tell me much and everything happened so fast. But Gigi is sure they got the person." His hand dropped into his lap once Jon released it. "I'm just so glad that you're awake. We were all so worried."

Jon frowned. He hadn't been asking about the shooter and wasn't sure he had the strength to properly convey his meaning, to force the words to his lips. He shook his head slowly and tried to make his meaning known with just a look, blue eyes meeting blue eyes. He knew his question was going to be a painful one, but he needed to know. He lifted one hand and tentatively touched Correy's cheek. "You."

Correy smiled when Jon touched his face, but the smile did not last for very long. He put the two spoken words together with the unspoken one and came up with the question he'd never thought he'd hear Jon ask him. "Who am I?" He pointed to his chest.

Jon nodded his head, his eyes looking a little fearful, not of the answer but of the hurt it might cause, yet he needed to know. His fingers lingered against Correy's cheek for a moment before dropping into his lap, lacking the strength to retain that touch for very long.

"I am," he cleared his throat and then reached for the ring that had been hanging around his neck. "My name is Correy." He tried so hard to keep the waver from his voice. "And I'm your fiancee." He pulled the ring from under his shirt to show it to Jon and then lifted his hand to show it's match upon his own hand.

Jon looked from one ring to the other while he listened to Correy's explanation, noting the waver in his voice that betrayed his emotions. He didn't remember him, but somehow he wasn't shocked or surprised by his answer. He reached out to touch his cheek again, struggling to make his voice work. "C-Correy," he repeated, smiling almost triumphantly.

They'd virtually been living at the hospital, taking turns with breaks to go home, shower, nap, return. This afternoon had been one of her trips back to the compound. Lala had packed them some food, so she brought that back with her - sandwiches and veggies, bottles of water and juice. Cookies or something. She by-passed the nurses station; they were used to the coming and going out of Jon's room. Correy reached up and held Jon's hand to his own cheek. "Correy, that's right." He smiled, his eyes bright with unshed tears. "And I love you so much." Correy didn't know what else to say. Lowering his head, he closed his eyes as he rested his ear to Jon's chest. He didn't want to think that Jon didn't know him, didn't love him anymore. It was beyond anything he could fathom.

Despite not remembering him, Jon was moved by Correy's obvious feelings for him and he lifted a hand to Correy's head, burying his fingers in Correy's hair.

The dam was shattered by the gentle touch of Jon's hand to his hair. It felt like he'd been waiting a lifetime for such a moment. And now that the moment was here, Correy was overwhelmed by the utter sadness that had been pushed aside for the past two weeks. He sobbed quietly, shoulders shaking as he buried his face into the blanket on Jon's chest.

Jon's eyes followed the departing women, turning a puzzled expression back at Correy and lifting a hand toward the door as if to ask why they were leaving.

When left alone, Correy lifted his head to gaze into Jon's eyes. "She's right, you know. We're just so happy that you're awake. I'm sure everything will come back to you." He turned to look at the door, then back up at Jon. "It's enough that I'm being all emotional, they don't want to burden you with their tears either."

Jon reached out to touch Correy's cheek again, a little in wonder at the tears on his face. He brushed his fingers against those tears, wiping them from Correy's cheeks onto his own fingers, and trying to offer a reassuring smile. "I-I'm..." There was a short pause as he tried to get the words from his head to his lips. "I'm okay. We'll be....okay."

"Yes we will be." Correy nodded solemnly. It struck him how lucky Jon was not to remember the incidents that surrounded them being together. He felt guilty for thinking it, so he didn't voice it. "I'll have Caro or Lena bring some pictures in tomorrow and you'll see what a big, crazy family you have."

Jon smiled at that suggestion and nodded his head, the words taking too much effort. He wasn't sure why, but it felt good to know he wasn't alone, that he had a family who cared and loved him.

"Do you want me to finish shaving your face? We only got half of it done. Looks kind of funny." He offered a shy smile and reached for the shaving cream and razor.

Jon smiled and nodded again, lifting a hand to touch his chin, realizing with a small silent chuckle that he was only half-shaven. "Yes," he said quietly. "P-please."

"Just be grateful I'm not Sweeney Todd," Correy was doing his best to keep things light. Caroline was right, too much too soon could be more damaging than good. He lathered up Jon's bearded cheek and set to work with the razor.

He felt a little silly having someone else do the simple things that he must have always done for himself, but he didn't trust his own hand with a razor and he somehow sensed that it seemed to make Correy happy to do it for him. "S-Sweeny..." Jon screwed up his face a moment, that name rung a bell somehow. "The b-barber."

"That's right, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street." It didn't occur to Correy that Jon could remember a musical before remembering him. Correy was just happy that Jon was up. He finished off the shaving and wiped the extra foam from Jon's face. "There, smooth as a baby's bottom and twice as stinky." he chuckled and lowered to gently kiss Jon on the lips.

Jon was surprised once again by that kiss, more so by the familiarity of it, than of the kiss itself, and once again, he didn't pull away, feeling something stirring deep inside him at the tenderness of it. He returned it this time, a bit tentatively.

Correy was happily surprised when the kiss was returned. He stood then and picked up the shaving supplies. "I won't be but a moment. Just need to clean up a bit." He winked and then disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Jon all alone.

Jon nodded and watched Correy depart, leaning his head back into the pillows and closing his eyes. Now that he was alone, he let his mind drift, trying to sort through the barrage of information that he was being faced with. Names, faces, relationships, feelings.

With a tiny smirk of a smile, Caroline gently lifted 'Lena from her chosen seat and put her into one right next to the bed, sliding the sibling's hands together. "I'll go and make sure Correy eats up," she promised them both. She knocked on the bathroom door, waiting patiently for Correy to reappear.

Jon's eyes opened when he felt another hand take his and he turned a weary gaze to his sister. Even though he had yet to see his own face in a mirror, he seemed to recognize the similarities in her, the eyes, the hair, the mouth, something.

The sound of water running abruptly stopped when there came a knock at the door. He opened up said door with one hand, a towel in the other as he was drying off the small basin that had held the rinse water from Jon's shaving kit. "Hey, Caro." Correy was so happy that he leaned to kiss Caroline's cheek. "Isn't so exciting. I can't wait to tell Kaylee."

"Very exciting," Caroline agreed with an indulgent smile to the youngest of them there. "C'mon, you can call her after you've had something to eat. No arguments."

"Hey," she whispered to him, squeezing his hand gently. "Don't talk. You need to rest up and get your energy back so we can get you home again, right?"

"But," Then the argument left his lips. He knew better than to argue with Caroline. Too many attempts in the past left him with nothing more than a sore ear to show for it the next day. "Ok, let me just grab my wallet and tell him I'll be back." He moved past his cousin and came to a stop when he saw that Helena now occupied the chair that he'd been in previously. "Uh, we're going to hop down to the canteen. I won't be long, I promise."

Jangling her keys in the most innocent manner possible, Caroline lingered by the door, patiently waiting for Correy to join her.

He furrowed his brows, watching her and then he looked to Correy, just taking it all in. He understood what was being said but lacked the strength to reply, a tiny hint of panic in his eyes as for just a split second, he worried they'd leave him alone.

"Your sister's going to stay with you," Caroline offered, seeing that flash of panic. "I'm going to make sure your fiance eats something before he faints."

Correy walked to the side of the bed opposite of Helena, and leaned to kiss Jon softly. "I promise, won't be gone long. And Lena will take good care of you until I get back." This time Correy gently kissed Jon's forehead before righting himself and heading for the door. For the first time in days, he actually had an appetite.

With a wink and a wave to the invalid and his sister, Caroline ushered Correy out through the door with one arm about his shoulders fondly. "C'mon, you. Full dinner, with dessert, on me, how's that sound?"

Jon nodded at that bit of information from that both, silently agreeing that they needed to take care of themselves and not just worry about him, though he felt a little lonely watching them leave. He turned back to Helena, studying her face silently again, eyes filling with tears of frustration.

Correy flashed a supportive smile back to Jon and Lena before being tugged into the hallway. "That sounds wonderful, Caro. I'm starving." he smiled as he hooked his arm into hers and they disappeared down the hallway.