[center][color=0076a3][b][h2]Jason "Phoenix" Diabolus | Squad Sigma Pilot[/h2][/b][/color][/center]
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Jason remained where he was, listening to the man rant about something or another. The pilot wasn't particularly interested in what he had to say. Only perking up at a couple of points. [color=0076a3][b]"Think the sarge will be all right? I tried to act quick enough to give her the best shot."[/b][/color] He said quickly before the other guy continued to rant. At the end of it all, when the man said he was going to pass out, Jason simply gave a look. [color=0076a3][b]"I'll be here. Or, around at least."[/b][/color] He said before turning away and quietly waiting. After a few hours of waiting, the boy left briefly to find something to eat before returning and waiting outside for them to allow him to see Serah. All the while his nerves ran high, remembering Atty's beaten frame in the hangar. The memories of the last two girls he'd become attached to still fresh in his mind. Both dead. A troubled expression was on his features, as he paced around the room. It would be still another few hours before anything happened. 

They came out to tell him Serah was recovering and he could go in to see her. Jason was almost immediately on his feet and following them back, his face plastered with concern and worry. Being led into where Serah was, still unconscious, Jason went right to her bedside. He didn't speak, simply reached out and gently took her hand in his own. Thankful to see she was still alive and seemed to be recovering. Finding a nearby stool, he stayed at her bedside and waited. Having let go of her hand and deciding to wait until she woke up. Despite knowing that she would be alright, he needed that verification. He'd already everybody close to him twice before. [color=0076a3][b]"Wake up soon, Serah."[/b][/color] He said softly, watching her and the area around with a slight frown on his features.