Jason hadn't heard anyone call him "Mister Chambers" since the last time he got pulled over for speeding seven years ago. The title surprised him a little bit, and further affirmed his suspicion that he was being dealt with by civilians and not military personnel here. Landstuhl wasn't a name he was particularly familiar with, but it sounded German, which made sense if he had been flown to Germany. Ramstein was the base in Germany that the U.S. sent all of its injured soldiers before they were brought state-side, but that was all Chambers knew about the place.

Listening to and looking at the woman as she spoke, she took on a very soothing demeanor. It wasn't just her soft voice, her gentle touch, her physical closeness, or the expression on her face, but some combination of the sight, touch, sound, and feel of her presence and maybe some other kind of intangible sensation in the air. Chambers could feel her concern wash over him like a thin, warm blanket of comfort. It was almost as if he could feel his blood pressure decrease along with his pulse. When he looked at her and listened, he knew he didn't want her to stop talking, or stop looking at him with that expression and those eyes. Jason tried to understand when the last time someone had made him feel this way, or what was so special about this particular woman, when he heard a beep from the machine his IV bag was attached to, and realized he was on morphine.

When she extended her hand, Jason looked at it, and then at her face, quizzically. She might have just been resting it, but it seemed like she was offering it to him, or maybe it was just another effect of the morphine. None of that mattered though. Chambers reached over just slightly with his broken arm, as she had placed her hand within inches of his, and grazed her fingers with the pads of his fingertips. When she didn't move her hand away, he grew slightly bolder, until finally he found several of her hands wrapped in his. The cast on his arm went all the way to his wrist, crossing his palm, which made gripping things in it difficult, but didn't allow him to rotate his wrist either. While only able to hold her fingers, he felt the squeeze of her own grip in return, and a smile suddenly cut across his lips.

"Thank you," was all he said as he felt the effects of the latest dose of morphine start to cause his head to feel fuzzy and drowsiness to set in once again, "Would you mind just sitting for a while, with me, and just... talking?" The drugs made him completely incapable of embarrassment.

"I just would like it a lot if you just sat and talked and looked at me. It doesn't matter what you say, I just want your voice and your eyes right now, if you can. Please."

He didn't pay attention to the words she said after he learned her name, the tone of her voice just brought him back to a soft, safe place in his mind, and he was back asleep again in minutes.