Kobe shrieked in glee before he was even through the doorway. "JONAS BLOODY ACKERLY IS IN MY ROOM!," she crowed loud enough that others were sure to hear her. Her roommate gave a start before his face soured. "AND HE BROUGHT ME FLOWERS -- BE JEALOUS! I KNOW YOU ARE!"

Jonas gave her a sheepish smile as he crossed over to her hospital bed and put a finger to his lips. "Calm down there, love. You'll wake everyone in this ward and then some."

He handed over the long-stemmed bouquet of violet tulips, which Kobe snatched and buried her face in. Some color was already flushing her cheeks. "I don't care if I wake them," she mumbled into the flowers.

Jonas rolled his lips together to hold back a chuckle. He dropped a hand onto the bed railing. "Well, I doubt the healers and nurses want you getting all excited, yeah? That was a right nasty beating you took." Just thinking about the earthquake and watching her slowly slip away made the fear flutter up into his chest once more.

Kobe slapped the flowers into her lap and smiled, her eyelids drooping. "Oh, the pain tonics are feckin' amazing. I can't feel a thing, right now."

"Still," Jonas began pointedly. He reached out to rest a comforting hand to her knee, which was beneath a sheet and blanket. "I don't want you hurting yourself more on account of me. I've done enough already."

Kobe snorted. "You are unreal, you know that? This wasn't your fault. It happened because some arsehole thought it'd be hilarious to kill the lot of us."

The word "kill" sent another pang through Jonas's chest. "How are you feeling?" he asked with a concerned tilt of his head. "You were out for so long."

Kobe suddenly looked flustered. "You didn't have to do that, you know -- checking up on me," she muttered. "My family is a bunch of nervous ninnies on their own."

Jonas ducked his eyes and scratched at his hair. "I know, I was just..." he shrugged. "worried," he added with a sigh.

"You're family's really--" Jonas didn't get to finish his sentence. Kobe dropped the flowers and made a lunge toward him. His brown eyes went wide with shock when she grabbed his shirt and gave it a tug -- forcing him to lean forward. Jonas tensed in shock and gripped at the railing, which dug into his side, when she pressed a kiss to his mouth. Kobe released him seconds later and Jonas hung there, pushed up on balls of his feet, with a stunned look on his face.

"Sorry, I got excited," she sheepishly apologized as her cheeks flushed redder than before.

Jonas shook himself out of his daze. "It's okay, love," he mused in a low tone. "But now, you have me excited, too."

Kobe arched a brown and Jonas gave her a lopsided grin. He fumbled with the bed railing until it was lowered and no longer digging into his bruised ribs. She smiled coyly as he took the flowers and set them to a bedside table before hiking himself up to sit next to her on the bed. Jonas reached out and brushed his palm along her jaw.

"Fancy a proper snogging?" he asked with a smirk and ran a thumb over her flushed cheek.

"I feel like a groupie," she replied with a pout.

"No, love," he said with a slow shake of his head as he leaned in. "You'll never be a groupie to me."