He murmurs back a sound of agreement at that because okay, no, he wouldn't be like, dead or anything; but he'd definitely have woken up in the middle of the night totally freaked out and alone with nobody to talk him down, nobody to act as an anchor; and that's what she's been, an anchor, someone he's been able to count on from the start of all this. He doesn't think Chuck would be all that enthusiastic to come over and cuddle with him or listen to him whisper cutesy things in German. Chuck certainly wouldn't suggest a game of Sexy Chicken as an exhale.

"Not just to be a nurse, you're nice to look at, too," he shoots back, rolling his eyes playfully. "Well, you were there for the actual bleeding onto the floor, and you still stuck around. So that definitely counts for something." It counts for a whole lot, actually, not that he would ever have thought she'd bail on him just for getting in the way of a car or anything, but the relationship had still been pretty new--by some standards, might even still be considered pretty new--and she could have washed her hands of resopnsibility. But she hadn't. So here they are.