Mike sat beside the hospital bed and cleared his throat nervously.
“Jo? Can you hear me?” Her eyes remained closed and the heart monitor kept its slow, steady beat. “They say I should talk to you, that it might help you wake from the coma. You haven’t missed much over the last week. We’ve moved Jack’s spaceship out of the cemetery. The Doctor and the Brig are bickering about what to do with it-”
Still no reaction. He reached out and took her hand. “Come back to us, Jo - please. Even if you don’t remember me, just…please come back.”